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…?!'

pretty as Esme, or even Alicia—in his opinion—but she was a very fine

that distract him from his task. However, he often thought about how her innocent face

is on another

she would be such

she only did

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 a

sighed, pinching

Rage. Disgust. Downright confusion.

bunch of feelings swirled inside Rey to the point where he just

wasn't done

final stages of his plan, he simply teleported away from

without exception, had become the very meat they

done…' His fleeting thoughts raced as he

done with this

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[Moments Later]

there to see

for the Dark Gathering, a

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

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

at his

who do not deserve to live. People who are no different from

even worse than

had very limited intelligence, and their

couldn't help

had learned about this

that some humans

caused his code

like that

beings shouldn't have to be a last resort, but something he had to actively do when it came

safer place… some of these vermin have to

some of the names he saw on the list, but

a long

world of Scylla, he went around and investigated the entire

every nook and cranny of

that Curse Item that Rebal