[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela":3,"chapter-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-6":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Exiled from the Start and Dominating the Wasteland with an Intelligence System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1688606,2155,"Chapter 6 : Chapter 6","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>Chapter 6. Setting Sail! The Rising Dawn\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the morning of the third day, the dim, gray light of dawn had just begun to brush against the towering spires of Black Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli stood by the window. With a slight movement of his mind, he summoned the pale blue system interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daily intelligence—draw!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, a streak of white light swept across the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Your mother is feeling delighted at your departure.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Estor!” Eli called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scrawny servant darted in from outside the door like a startled rabbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-Yes, Young Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Notify everyone. Assemble at the castle gates. We depart in a quarter of an hour!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Young Master!” Estor stuffed the bread into his clothes and bolted off at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli pinned the raven emblem that signified his status as a member of the family onto his chest. Then he walked over to an exquisite bird stand by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perched there was a jet-black raven with glossy feathers and a somewhat foolish look in its eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his “little companion.” Its name… Coalball…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Coalball.” Eli extended a finger. The raven lazily tilted its head and rubbed against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time to work. Come with me and see what the real wilderness looks like.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“CAW!” The raven flapped its wings and landed on a leather shoulder perch Eli had specially prepared for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quarter of an hour later, the massive oak gates of Black Castle stood open, and the group had assembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move out! Destination—Blackstone Town!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli mounted his horse and waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackstone Town was a fief under one of the family’s vassals, not too far from Black Territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding at full speed, they reached it in less than two hours. Soon, its crude and rugged walls came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were packed—mercenaries, merchants, adventurers, and refugees all mixed together, creating a deafening bustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the intelligence guidance, Eli led his group straight to the northwest corner of the town—to a vast open ground enclosed by rough wooden fences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slave market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron cages, wooden stocks, the crack of whips, the coarse shouting of slave traders, and the numb or despairing gazes of those being sold all intertwined into a grim scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli’s sharp eyes swept across stall after stall until, at last, he spotted his target in a crowded corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a dozen Wolf-kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were unusually tall and powerfully built, with distinct wolf ears and other lupine traits. Shackled together with heavy chains, they were confined within a specially made iron cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front stood the most imposing of them all. Even kneeling, he towered over the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang Frostclaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn beasts that don’t know their place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fat-faced slave trader lashed the cage with a whip soaked in saltwater, trying to break their defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show your fangs again and I’ll knock every last tooth out of your mouths!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli parted the crowd and stepped forward with Brandon, Bol, Aika, and other fully armed knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whip froze midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trader, Barlow, narrowed his triangular eyes and sized them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man at the front wore luxurious clothing and carried himself with an extraordinary bearing. But when Barlow saw the Black Raven Crest on his chest, his pupils shrank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A member of House Black!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young… master?” Barlow put away the whip and forced a merchant’s smile onto his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you interested in these… goods?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli ignored him entirely, his gaze fixed on Wolfgang inside the cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang raised his head as well. His icy blue wolf eyes collided with Eli’s in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Estor. The ointment,” Eli said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estor hurriedly pulled out high-quality healing medicine from his large pack and passed it through the bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf-kin watched warily, not moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang stared at Eli, as if trying to gauge his intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it to them,” Eli said, his tone firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, Wolfgang let out a low growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A younger Wolf-kin hesitated before taking the ointment and carefully began applying it to the others—especially Wolfgang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barlow’s eyes lit up at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was taking them off his hands? And from House Black, no less?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Wolf-kin were unruly, heavily injured, and nearly impossible to sell. If this dragged on, he would take a huge loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master is truly kind-hearted!” Barlow rubbed his hands, his smile growing more obsequious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are rare Wolf-kin warriors! Strong, enduring—top-notch fighters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the price… since you’re a noble from House Black, I’ll give you a fair deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bundle price—200 gold coins! How about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“200 gold coins?” Eli scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I look like some naïve fool who’s never seen the world?” He pointed at the battered, dying Wolf-kin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bunch of troublemakers on the verge of death, and you want 200? I wouldn’t even pay 50.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barlow’s face stiffened. “Young Master, that’s not fair. These are only external injuries. That’s more than a dozen Bronze-tier fighters!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bronze-tier?” Eli raised a brow exaggeratedly, pointing at Wolfgang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Except for that one, the rest have unstable auras and severe injuries. It’s questionable how many will even survive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty gold. Take it or leave it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-Wait! Young Master, wait!” Barlow panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The price… we can negotiate! 150! 150 gold coins! I can’t go any lower!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“80.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“120! Young Master, I need to make at least something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said 80.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Bol, Aika, and the others stepped forward in unison, hands resting on their sword hilts, their gazes sharp and intimidating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barlow felt the invisible pressure and began to sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the young master before him, then at the knights behind him, and finally at these unsellable burdens…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, he gave in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! 80 gold coins! Consider it a gesture of friendship. They’re yours!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deal struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barlow quickly took out a parchment inscribed with special magical runes—the slave contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore the names of Wolfgang and the other twelve Wolf-kin, along with a trace of their heart-blood aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever held the contract controlled their lives and deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, please take it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli accepted the contract without even glancing at it. He walked straight up to Wolfgang, who had just finished applying the ointment and was staring at him coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cage had been opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You despicable human…” Wolfgang’s voice was hoarse and cold. “Don’t think we’ll serve you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bol and Aika immediately stepped forward to guard Eli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eli waved them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the predatory ferocity in Wolfgang’s eyes, he walked to within less than a meter of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this distance, if Wolfgang attacked, Eli would have no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone who wants to die wouldn’t bother applying medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli’s voice was calm as he stared into those icy blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang’s pupils contracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, when everyone held their breath, Eli leaned slightly forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a voice only the two of them could hear, he spoke slowly and clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your tribe’s destruction… don’t you want revenge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang’s entire body trembled violently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wolf eyes shrank to pinpoints, filled with disbelief and raging fury!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did this human know?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a secret carved into his soul with blood and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, to everyone’s shock—including Brandon—he did something unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually handed the slave contract—the very thing that controlled their lives—directly to Wolfgang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it,” Eli said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang froze completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the parchment, a symbol of humiliation and bondage, then back at the young human before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no mockery in those eyes. No pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a kind of unwavering confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What… was he trying to do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a trembling hand, Wolfgang slowly accepted the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now,” Eli said with a faint smile, “can you still walk, demi-human?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang took a deep breath and suddenly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the movement pulled at his wounds and made him grunt, his massive frame stood as straight as a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human… do not underestimate the resilience of the Wolf-kin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Eli nodded in satisfaction and turned away. “Follow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wolfgang stood there, gripping the contract tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Eli’s unguarded back, then at his equally stunned and confused tribesmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, a low growl rumbled from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his thirteen warriors, he silently followed Eli’s group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his back to them, Eli let out a long, silent breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His palms were drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That moment had been incredibly tense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intelligence system might be godlike, but facing a desperate Mid-Silver Tier Wolf-kin far stronger than himself—anything could have gone wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he had won the gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group expanded once more. The silent, oppressive presence of the Wolf-kin trailing behind caused the townspeople of Blackstone Town to step aside instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli did not linger. His destination was clear—the grain shop and potion shop operated by House Black in Blackstone Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at the grain shop, marked by a massive Black Raven banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steward nearly dropped his abacus when he saw Eli arrive with such a large group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-Young Master Eli? You… what is this…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli glanced at the warehouse piled high with sacks of grain and the transport wagons parked outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take it all. And those wagons—hitch them up for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-What?!” The steward’s eyes nearly popped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master! All the grain? And the wagons too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… this violates the rules! I need to report to Young Master Royce…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rules?” Eli cut him off impatiently. “Who am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are… Young Master Eli Black…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat streamed down the steward’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And who owns this shop?” Eli pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It belongs to… the family’s merchant caravan. Young Master Royce oversees it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already have Royce’s approval,” Eli said without batting an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow my orders. Inventory. Load everything. Immediately!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you bear the consequences of delaying my frontier expansion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steward looked at the formation, then at Eli’s unquestionable gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then at the place Eli was about to go…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes! Yes, Young Master! Right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a miserable expression, he immediately ordered the workers to start loading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inventory? A rough estimate would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he reported the total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, all the grain, plus seven wagons and draft horses… a total of… 123 gold coins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. Fine.” Eli didn’t even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master… the payment…” the steward said cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Payment?” Eli raised a brow. “Do I need to pay to take my own family’s goods?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steward’s expression grew even more complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the same method, Eli led the group to the family’s potion shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the same approach, the steward there was even more submissive, practically in tears as he emptied the inventory—healing medicine, antidotes, insect repellent powder—everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the “raid,” Eli mounted his horse and stood at the front of the convoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon was checking the reins of the ten fully loaded wagons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli cast one last glance at the distant, fading silhouette of Black Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Western Wasteland…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move out!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1833,"2026-06-06T13:50:45.567Z",1,"novelbin.me","eff977297f3b728689fd27014844ef8b07802369a5d0022e915f223a37318ec5","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-7","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-5",112,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fexiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-cover.jpg"]