An Extra’s POV

Red.

Rey saw red all over the room.

The succulent color of blood, and the warm moisture of the liquid dropped from every corner of the room.

It occupied every facet of it.

Then, sitting atop the endless river of blood—one that flowed without end—were heaps and heaps of corpses.

Like mincemeat, their bodies were riddled with holes and squashed beyond recognition.

It seemed they were initially diced into multiple pieces, and then crushed in many areas until they became nothing but pounded flesh.

It was this very flesh that decorated the room, hanging all over like strewn spaghetti covered in tomato sauce. It was both an absurd and horrifying sight.

Yet… there was a certain beauty about it.

This painting of death, however, had one fatal flaw—the living still remained on it.

This, perhaps, was what made Rey's eyes widen in absolute shock.

Because, even if he didn't expect to see a scene of bloodshed, it wasn't at all new to him. However, this would be the first time in all of his existence that he would witness this…

… This scene of absolute depravity.

He saw humans being treated like cattle.

Young ones who looked like they were barely adults, were having intercourse despite the blood and gore that was bound to overwhelm the senses.

They were naked, like beasts, and they carried out their duties with utmost precision.

The male swung their hips, thrusting their tools into the holes of the women whose bodies dangled with each move as they received their dues.

It was a twisted scene.

Their faces told Rey that none of them were enjoying this. It seemed more like they were in a trance rather than reality.

They had dilated pupils, with drool oozing from their mouths and snot dripping from their noses—all signs of doping.

One check at their Status and Rey could easily confirm that they were on some kind of drugs, though he didn't even need to go that far to arrive at that conclusion.

What he was looking at weren't humans anymore.

They were nothing more than broken dolls whose activities had already been predetermined for them. Overcome by lust, and without barely any cognitive function left, the only thing they could do…

… Was to breed.

the world

in this abominable scene

a bad taste in his mouth—almost

since that would only make things

amidst all this,

knelt right in front of the horror that

dipped in the crimson blood that flowed endlessly, and she seemed to

"E-Esme…?"

lot of worry, but also

But, that was understandable.

pool of blood was different from the one he knew just

an angelic bloom of

were partially covered in blood, but their beauty radiated

each strand seemed to be made from the most beautiful of

moment of tragedy and horror, her true

bloomed like the most perfect depiction of beauty, only to

The sobs continued.

forward,

turned to face him, who

his name in a way that

as she said his

go any

as she looked at him

Sorrow. Pain. Horror.

process any more of it, Esme opened up her

have

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[Moments Earlier]

'I'm so nervous…'

in between two reliable guards, but that didn't make her feel any safer. Even her very sturdy armor only felt like paper as she stepped into the brightly lit

in a second, and she wouldn't be able to resist at

thing—since they were Rey's summons—but her intrusive thoughts kept winning in her

nervously trod down the path set before

bottom of the stairs, and all Esme saw in front of her was a massive

the door, a message

Usage ahead. Please wear a

'Aphrodisiac? What is that?'

she didn't know what such a commonplace term for

it a poison or something…?' She glanced at the

need to worry, since the Wind Elemental Summon instantly shrouded her in a sphere of

from any attacks or poisonous air around her. As a result, whatever this 'Aphrodisiac'