An Extra’s POV

Scylla was a cannibal.

Personally, she enjoyed her meat slightly undercooked, so she could get the moisture just right, and her spices were also milder than usual.

She also didn't like her food preserves prior to being served, which meant every time she was hungry… someone had to die.

There was no preserving her meal afterwards.

Scylla had friends who shared in her twisted hobbies and enjoyed the same delicacy as her, so she turned her disgusting practice into a business.

She would procure, process, and even sometimes cook the meals that her comrades would enjoy, and they would give her money or small favors in exchange.

Of course, these people readily agreed.

They were too high-profile to risk their names being marred by murder or some kind of illegal activity. Also, since most of them weren't particularly deep into the criminal Underworld of the Alliance, they didn't know how to properly go about killing and processing humans.

In the end, it was far better for Scylla to do the dirty work.

There was something else too…

Out of all the clients Scylla had, none had managed to outmatch her own cruelty.

She was the worst of them all.

Since she preferred her meat to be very tender, her favorite maal was the meat of young ones—the younger the better.

Imagination could go wild on that, but it was exactly how it sounded.

Her twisted nature knew no limits.

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'What… the fuck?!'

The more Rey got to know about Scylla, the more the disgust in his stomach bit at him.

His bloodshot eyes couldn't stop twitching as he tried his hardest to process the information he was receiving.

'Even… babies…?!'

beautiful. Not as pretty

from his task. However, he often thought about how

is on another level,

thought she would

Evil, so I thought she only did these atrocities

was still true, Rey hadn't known how far those 'self interests' would

If he had known…

her myself!' He gritted his teeth as he made

sighed, pinching

Rage. Disgust. Downright confusion.

feelings swirled inside Rey to the point where he just wanted

wasn't done

to the final stages of his plan, he simply teleported away from the kitchen, leaving the sliced up chefs in the

of them, without exception, had become the very meat they were

His fleeting thoughts

done with

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[Moments Later]

weren't there

hall that was used for the Dark Gathering, a sigh

one of the chairs, seating amidst the disturbing scene he had made with his

the stench of blood and gore greeted his senses. He was already used to seeing

was at

people who do not deserve to live. People who

even worse than

very limited intelligence, and their main directive was

couldn't

learned about this very night,

him that some humans could

his code to become

killing people like that and Monsters?

but something

world a better, safer place… some of these

of the

had been a

the underground world of Scylla, he went around and investigated the entire building where the Dark Gathering

searched every nook and cranny

Curse Item that Rebal was referring to. Did Adrien steal it