The night was darker than usual, with clouds covering the stars and the moon.
The streets were cold, and the atmosphere was gloomy in the most marginalized area of the city of Viscount Gray.
[Perverse Acts: +1]
"So I only get one point for every ordinary person I kill. It's like when I used insects, then a few mammals in the mansion area and some birds, eventually they stopped giving me points," Dylan thought as he watched the blood and brains slide down a dirty wall in the middle of that filthy alley.
"Let's keep looking," Dylan said to himself as he walked forward dressed in a tattered gray robe and hood.
As Dylan used the wind magic he was beginning to master, he was floating, giving him the appearance of a person 1.80 meters tall.
••••
Moans.
"Come on, bitch. Move that ass, your pussy is so loose, it makes me want to use your ass!" exclaimed a man in a deep voice.
Moans.
"No... ugh... I'll charge you more... if you touch that spot," explained a female voice.
Dylan smiled as he listened to the conversation.
"A prostitute in such a sordid place, how unsanitary it must be," Dylan thought as he peered into an alley between two old buildings, one of which had no paint and the other was losing it.
In the alleyway with a damp floor and puddles of urine, a woman leaned her hands against the wall while a burly man in old, somewhat stained clothes penetrated her.
The prostitute's breasts were already withered, and her face was as painted as a clown's, or so it seemed to Dylan.
"I'll be nice and let him cum inside that bag of walking diseases. It'll be the last time he ever cums," Dylan smiled maliciously from outside the alley.
The man starts spanking the prostitute and then shouts:
"Bitch, I'm cumming, take it!"
The prostitute pretends to moan to satisfy the man, and in the end, they separate.
The man pulls up his pants, fastens them with a belt, and throws some coins on the ground.
"You're ugly, but it wasn't so bad," the man said mockingly after throwing the coins.
The prostitute didn't even complain and bent down to pick up the coins.
Applause!
The burly man looked up and saw the guy in the robe.
"What the hell do you want, bastard? Or is it your turn?" The burly man asked in a threatening tone, and finally replied in a mocking tone.
Bang!
A ball of water hit the burly man hard in the face, and he fell back onto the wet ground.
Blood ran from the burly man's half-crushed nose, and he began to realize that he was in danger after insulting a wizard.
••••
The burly man and the prostitute waited silently. Who would save miserable creatures like them? That's what they both thought, so they just waited quietly, as their lives were in the hands of the mysterious man in the worn gray robe.
"One of you must die. I will be merciful if you tell me the cruelest thing you could do to make each other suffer." I will reward the one who satisfies me most with his life.
"He's a damn madman, a depraved man," thought the burly man.
"I'll rip out his testicles and his member, feed them to him, and he'll bleed to death and lose his manhood," exclaimed the prostitute, determined to save her life.
"This damn bitch," thought the burly man, forgetting whether the man in front of him was good or evil, sane or deranged. The burly man stood up and said:
"Sir, I can break this bitch's legs, arms, and face. How could she do anything to me when I am a warrior of 1 Sun and she is just an ordinary woman? She speaks to you with lies, I speak of what I am capable of, if you wish, I can be even more cruel than that.
The prostitute broke out in a cold sweat. The two waited for the judge's sentence, who had already heard both sides of the argument.
••••
"Wow, wow. How creative can humans be?! This is so hilarious," Dylan thought, after which he asked the system in his mind, "Which of the two actions would benefit me the most?"
[It's your decision, host]
"I knew it wouldn't be that easy. This is important; it will give me an idea of how many points I can earn in the future," Dylan concluded in his mind, and after a cold breeze lifted the nauseating smells in the marginal alleys, he replied.
••••
-You, show me the act you just mentioned. You're absolutely right, one must play the cards they're dealt. If I'm satisfied with the result, you'll live.
The burly man pulled out a knife, and the prostitute tried to run.
Desperate screams!
"I'm sorry, bitch. This isn't personal," said the burly man, who shuddered when he heard a yawn.
The burly man waited no longer and used the knife to rip out the nails of the prostitute, who kept screaming, crying, and writhing.
The blood-covered fingernails fell to the damp, dirty ground of the alley.
"I'm done with the right hand, let's start with the left," said the burly man, sweating profusely.
Applause!
"That's it, concentrate, don't look back until she's dead, enjoy yourself, this is who you are. If you hesitate, I will show no mercy," were the words the burly man heard.
After the wicked words, the burly man felt his stomach growl, the urge to defecate caused by fear was inevitable, but he wanted to live, so he continued torturing the prostitute.
••••
[Perverse Acts: +3]
"Wow, that was a satisfying result. I got three Perverse Points. When that prostitute dies, I'll get one more. These points alone made it worth leaving the mansion, but I must make the most of my time before my parents return from the party," thought Dylan as he walked away from the alley after hearing the bones of the prostitute's second leg break.