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.'

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

It was literally over.

past the point of

the reason why so much blood and gore decorated

the same reason Esme suddenly

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

I'm seeing here, the total number

since the bodies of Esme's victims had become nothing but shredded pulps that could

really killed all

his Elemental Summons, Rey simply

thoughts echoed, despite also feeling a

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

dreary thoughts, Rey

Scylla do

example, Scylla could have intended on making the Slave Trade business self-sufficient, so she wanted them to bear

makes no

and resources to fully cater for the children until

always just get viable slaves by utilizing the aid of

obtain the kind

stop her. There's no way

continued to rack his head for an

Are there sick bastards in this world who like to see

This was another possibility.

it, but considering the 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 years until they were ripe for selling… Rey began to think this

just… can't comprehend

were at least three thousand

in this place just for them

It was sick!

animals…' Rey sighed as

he got, the more the incoherent words of the

began to make more

hear

"K-kill me…"

don't want to…

me… please kill…

wafted in the air, forcing Rey's legs to

light blue eyes were transfixed on him. Their eyes glowed in

were looking directly into the other's

will you do

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

didn't say any of

from the suffering ones who still had embers of their humanity before they would cease to function as people

sounds of these perverse noises,

placed his two hands

judge you for anything you choose to do. It is your choice to