An Extra’s POV

[STATUS WINDOW]

- Name: Esme

- Race: Half-Elf (Human and Elf)

- Class: Elementalist (B-Tier)

- Level: 15 (98.14% EXP)

- Life Force: 100/100 (+100)

- Mana Level: 200/200 (+200)

- Combat Ability: 3 (+3)

- Stat Points: 140

- Skills (Exclusive): [Absolute Appraisal]

- Skills (Non-Exclusive): [Absolute Magic Mastery]. [Absolute Magic Application]. [Grand Mana Recovery]. [Absolute Elemental Control]

- Alignment: Chaotic Good

[Additional Information]

A genius, even by Elven Standards… with a special heritage and connection to the World.

She is currently lost and immensely bereaved.

… Help her.

[End Of Information]

'A-amazing!'

Rey's eyes widened as he witnessed the drastic change in Esme's Status Window. Her Skills had grown so much, and she managed to rise 14 Levels beyond her previous point.

Of course, he had to address the most probable cause for all of it.

'Looking at everything that's going on here, I can guess what happened…' Rey's thoughts trailed as he took his eyes off Esme for a moment.

He settled his gaze on everything else—the ugly tapestry of lust and death.

'She must have been traumatized by this breeding going on. If I had to guess, her friends must be among the people…'

Rey used [Absolute Appraisal], and he could see why she would have broken down.

'They're merely husks of their previous selves. They could as well be dead.'

teenagers—not even adults—under several Negative Status Conditions, but their [Additional Information] explicitly told Rey that there was no hope

It was literally over.

the point of

that out, Rey could easily deduce the reason

suddenly

the caretakers and guards of these people, most likely.' His

wondered. 'Judging by what I'm seeing here, the total number should

of Esme's victims had become nothing but shredded pulps that could hardly be called

all those people,

Elemental Summons, Rey simply had to assume that

echoed, despite also feeling a strong sense of

were dead, but he always shrugged the thought aside for her

his own dreary thoughts, Rey never

Scylla do

on making the Slave Trade business self-sufficient,

makes

resources to fully cater for the children until they reached a viable age for proper

just get viable slaves by utilizing the aid of the

obtain the

her plan this night succeeded, no one would be able to stop her. There's no way she would have done any of this for

his head

sick bastards in this world who like to see things like

This was another possibility.

diminished commercial values of the breeding slaves in their current state, and the fact that it would be a loss to Scylla's enterprise to merely raise children for

can't

three thousand innocent lives

them all in this place just for them to have constant sex until

It was sick!

Rey sighed as he

he got, the more the incoherent words of the

began to

could hear words being

"K-kill me…"

I don't want to…

please kill…

in the air, forcing Rey's legs to grow heavy the more footsteps

it, he stood behind Esme, whose gem-like light blue eyes were transfixed on him. Their eyes glowed in their respective

directly

will you do now?" Rey

other questions he could have asked, as well as a couple

say any of those

her, as they both heard the pleas of death from the suffering ones who still had embers of their

these perverse noises, Rey asked that

the blood to drench his dark attire. He placed his two hands on her naked shoulders, and he whispered words into her

judge you for anything you choose to do. It is