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.'

were these teenagers—not even adults—under several Negative Status Conditions, but their

It was literally over.

gone past the point

he figured that out, Rey could easily deduce the reason

suddenly had a much

the caretakers and guards of these people, most

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

Esme's victims had become nothing but shredded pulps that

really killed all

Rey simply had to assume that Esme did it

incredible!' His thoughts echoed, despite also feeling

that Esme's friends were dead, but he always shrugged the

own dreary thoughts, Rey never imagined this sort

Scylla do

have intended on making the Slave Trade business self-sufficient, so she

makes

resources to fully cater for the

utilizing the aid of the Mercenary Gang, which was already under

obtain the kind

plan this night succeeded, no one would be able to stop her. There's no way she would

his head for

entertaining purposes? Are there sick bastards in this world who like to

This was another possibility.

person of 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 was the reason behind such a horrific

just… can't comprehend

were at least three thousand

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

It was sick!

Rey sighed as

closer he got, the more the incoherent words

began to make more

could hear

"K-kill me…"

I don't

please kill…

like this wafted in the air, forcing Rey's

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

directly into the

do now?" Rey

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

didn't say

they both heard the pleas of death from the suffering ones who still had embers of their humanity before they would cease

of these perverse noises, Rey asked that

the blood to drench his dark attire. He placed his

judge you for anything you choose to