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 [Additional Information] explicitly told Rey

It was literally over.

past the point of

figured that out, Rey could easily deduce the reason why

was the same reason Esme suddenly had a much higher

caretakers and guards of these people, most

Rey wondered. 'Judging by what I'm seeing here, the total number should be about two

hard to tell since the bodies of Esme's victims had become nothing but shredded pulps

all those

Rey simply had to assume

despite also feeling a strong

possibility that Esme's friends were dead, but he always shrugged the thought aside for

own dreary thoughts, Rey never imagined this sort

would Scylla

plausible reasons. For example, Scylla could have intended on making the Slave Trade business self-sufficient,

that makes no

fully cater for the children until

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

could pillage towns and obtain the kind of slaves she

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

to rack his head for

there sick bastards in this world who

This was another possibility.

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

just… can't comprehend

were at least three thousand innocent lives

place just for them

It was sick!

Rey sighed as he took a

got, the more the incoherent

masses began to

hear

"K-kill me…"

I don't

please

the air, forcing Rey's legs to grow heavy

it, he stood behind Esme, whose gem-like light blue

were looking directly into the other's

you do now?" Rey

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

Rey didn't say

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

sounds of these perverse

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.