After breaking the prostitute's legs in different places, giving them a sinister and unnatural appearance, the burly man inhaled and exhaled heavily.
Tears ran down the painted cheeks, stained by the excess makeup on the face of the prostitute who lay unconscious.
A cold breeze blew, and the burly man thought he heard the wizard who had incited him to commit such a heinous act.
He did not consider himself a good man; he had killed before. He was a small-time mercenary who had never been able to become an adventurer in any guild, but he always killed quickly when he had to. Now the sinister scene before him made him feel strange emotions: fear, excitement, power, etc.
The breeze blew once more, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Now it was the arms that were deformed.
••••
Dylan roamed the streets and alleys looking for sources of Perverse Points.
Minutes passed, and dozens of homeless people and beggars gathered around a ruined house.
"I think I'll do some cleaning up to improve the city's appearance. I think everyone will be happy with a few less rats," Dylan thought as he approached the house.
"Get out of here. We don't have room for you," said a beggar as he threw an empty liquor bottle that landed in a ball of water, then flew back and embedded itself deep in one of the beggar's eyes, who began to scream in pain and fear.
[You have incited Perverse Acts: +1]
"That man finally killed the prostitute," Dylan thought with satisfaction.
••••
The burly man plunged his knife into the prostitute's heart, took a deep breath, looked back at the man in the robe, and asked cautiously:
"Sir, are you satisfied?"
He found himself completely alone. He looked at the ground and saw no footprints on the dirty floor. He touched the front of his shirt and found no trace of moisture from the blow he had received from the water ball.
He touched his nose and found the wound.
"It wasn't an illusion." No, it wasn't," murmured the man, doubting everything except the battered body of the prostitute lying dead on the dirty ground. The man stood up and ran away from the scene.
••••
As Dylan walked among the beggars and homeless people, he saw that many were numb from hunger, alcohol, or hallucinogenic and addictive substances.
"I think I would only be doing them a favor if I simply killed them, but they are in such bad shape that I don't think I can even order them around," Dylan began to count the homeless people and beggars, there were about 12.
So he created 12 magic drops of water and shot them all in the stomach.
"I once heard that a stomach wound causes a painful death. Let's hear the chorus of lamentations," Dylan sneered.
The homeless and beggars writhed in pain until they died, without knowing or asking why they were suffering so much.
Dylan sighed, bored.
[Perverse Acts: +3]
"They were so insignificant that all together they were only worth three points. Put the 8 points into Mana."
[Mana +8 Perverse Points]
[Mana: 53]
••••
"Even so, they can have the honor of having helped me reach the middle level of 3 Moons." Dylan walked around for a few more minutes, but only found homeless people in the sordid alleys. He didn't hesitate to kill them, because even though the system didn't give him points immediately, they accumulated until he reached the minimum of 0.5 Perverse Points.
••••
Dylan was heading back to the Gray family mansion.
"System, place the 2.5 Perverse Points I accumulated in the mana attribute. At the very least, I must be a 4-Moon mage to ensure my own safety," Dylan thought as he began to see his family's mansion.
[Mana +2.5 Perverse Points]
[Mana: 55.5]
••••
Anelia entered her son's room after returning from the party. She stroked Dylan's black hair, kissed him on the forehead, and headed for Elena's room.
Dylan sighed, because just as he was returning, he had spotted his parents' carriage.
"That was close. A little more and my flawless performance as the adorable son would have fallen apart," Dylan thought after seeing his mother leave the room.
For Dylan, it was essential to create a facade as an honest, polite, and respectable young man. In his old world, both in fiction and in reality, there was one thing that villains and criminals had in common: they became the center of attention once their true colors were revealed. He did not expect to play the role of a villain, much less a criminal, but he also knew that if he had no backup, when the time came and someone discovered his Perverse Acts, they would undoubtedly label him a villain or criminal.
"I will not be anyone's propaganda to promote the achievements or competition of others. I will be powerful enough to enjoy this world as I please," was Dylan's last thought before falling asleep.
••••
The next day, as they ate breakfast around a large table, Demian looked at his son and pulled a beautiful blue book out of a magic ring.
"Here you go, son. I know you like to read. This book is about basic magic. It will help you improve your mana control and spell casting."
Dylan was delighted, smiled sweetly, and thanked his father.
"Gift... gift..." Elena repeated in her sweet, charming voice.
"Don't worry, there's a gift for you too," Demian said calmly and took a brown teddy bear with a red bow and a bell around its neck out of his magic ring and gave it to his daughter.
"Thank you... thank you..." Elena said with a smile, happy with her gift.
••••
Dylan entered his room, sat down on his bed, and opened the book on basic magic that his father had given him, although his expectations were not very high, since he had already mastered the manipulation of mana and the activation of spontaneous spells, which made him a powerful and dangerous wizard in his rank.