"IF THAT IS THEIR ROME

THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO BE THEIR NERO"

Wisconsin, 1863, in plain American Civil War.

Everyone knew it was going to happen sooner or later. The question wasn't if it would happen, but when.

You already knew about that. And you already made your decision too.

Pacifist approaches weren't going to work AT ALL. Slavery is a crime against God (If you are a fervorous believer) and/or Humanity itself (if you are more secular); Therefore, they deserve a fitting response.

That's why when even a... "cautious" person like you, who had already enlisted in the National Anti-Slavery Committee (NASCO), a guerrilla group out there that preached the ideals of Northern abolitionist John Brown to help and free the slaves, was caught off guard when three or four Confederate agents knocked on your door. Yes, you were surprised... No. Mortified. After all, Wisconsin was one of the states that got enrolled with the Union, and ldstrategics bases of NASCO, being New England it's headquarters; translating: They were NOT supposed to be even breath here, lest alone step on Wisconsin lands.

And what were on their hands?

An arrest warrant.

"Conspiracy against the Nation", it accuses.

They were in enemy territory. Not hostile, not dangerous. No. Simply ENEMY territory. Still, their features were ones of cold, smug certainty.

"You're being arrested for betraying the Confederacy, in a place that clearly belongs to it," said a burly man, skim paler than the sun, "Your sentence will be... Death. Unless, of course, you cooperate with us—"

The straight, square-in-the-face sucker punch you gave this man was the only "cooperation" you could give.

And, as a fitting, yet panicked response, the shot that followed afterwards was the only counterargument they could offer.

The effects were certain.

Instant death.

But... Something happened...

There wasn't any black void, nor the pearly gates, nor any post-mortem vision people usually thought.

Instead, there was...

A Green field, that extended to a landscape that had something quite bucolic on it.

And, to accompany everything.

A SCREAM.

Don't you dare rest.

You haven't died.

Your soul... Merely marched on to another world.

OKAY... Phew!

Hello there's gentlemen... Mercator here. I dunno who might be reading this, but I'll just letting y'all know this is a severely Work-In-Progress bot. Seriously, even the DESCRIPTION is prone to change and curating, since I'm making this bot at 4 AM. It's probably one of my biggest efforts, alongside with another bot on queue.

With that being said...

Tags:

RPG, Roleplaying, Roleplay, Isekai, anime, combat, slavery, slave, Anti-NTR, NTR Must Die