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.'

their [Additional Information] explicitly told Rey that there was

It was literally over.

past the

could easily deduce the reason why so much

reason Esme suddenly had a much higher Level

of these people,

Rey wondered. 'Judging by what I'm seeing here,

had become nothing but shredded pulps that could hardly be

killed all those people,

his Elemental Summons, Rey simply had to assume that Esme did it somehow

incredible!' His thoughts echoed, despite also feeling a strong sense of tragedy

that Esme's friends were dead,

his own dreary thoughts, Rey never imagined this sort

why? Why would Scylla

think of a few plausible reasons. For example, Scylla could have intended on making the Slave Trade business

makes no

to fully cater for the children until

always just get viable slaves by utilizing the aid of the Mercenary Gang, which was already

could pillage towns and obtain the kind of

her. There's no way she would have done

continued to rack his head for an

there sick bastards in this world who like to see things like

This was another possibility.

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 was the reason behind such

just… can't

three thousand

just for them to have constant sex until

It was sick!

sighed as

closer he got, the more the incoherent words

masses began to make

could hear

"K-kill me…"

don't

please

this wafted in the air, forcing Rey's legs

realized it, he stood behind Esme, whose gem-like light blue eyes were transfixed on

directly into

will you do now?" Rey

asked, as well as a

didn't say any of

the pleas of death from the suffering ones who still had embers of their humanity before they

these perverse noises,

He placed his two hands on her

you for anything you choose to do. It is