Dylan walked through the city, there were lamps everywhere, adventurers coming and going.
He checked the map and then drew a circle around the city of Cremert, where he was currently located.
"I think I should head to the city of Teristan. It's medium-sized, and it will be destroyed by the Zarcos who managed to infiltrate the kingdom of Acadis. If they are destined to die, I think it's better for everyone in that city to become Points for me," concluded Dylan, who folded the map and stored it in his magic ring before continuing to walk the streets of the city where he currently was.
As he walked through the streets, in a building with lots of lights, some women pulled down their dresses and showed their breasts. Among those prostitutes there were juicy breasts, withered breasts, breasts of all sizes.
Dylan shook his head and kept walking. He arrived in the slums, a place with buildings in ruins and an unsanitary and unhealthy environment.
In the slums, he killed all the beggars and homeless people he found because, even though he didn't get anything immediately, he could accumulate perversion with which he could later obtain 0.5 Perversion Points.
"Apparently, I'm doing a good job for the city. I didn't even get 0.5 Perversion Points, but if the corpses rot or turn into undead and kill some citizens in this city. No, I think I'm just dreaming. I would have to hide the corpses for that to happen, and I don't want to do such unpleasant tasks," thought Dylan, who was lying on the roof of an old building.
"Friends! I've come to bring you food! I won't be able to be here for a while! I've enlisted in the army! Where are you?"
Dylan heard a man's voice, quietly descended, and slowly appeared, coughing and walking as if hunched over, covering himself with a subtle magical barrier so as not to get dirty when he fell onto the filthy ground.
The wizard approached to help him, exclaiming with concern:
"What happened?"
Three drops the color of Perversion Red pierced the wizard's body the moment he placed his hands on Dylan's robe.
••••
The sun was just about to rise, and several adventurers and mercenaries who had enlisted to participate in the war against the Zarco kingdom were traveling in a covered wagon. Each of them carried an Acadian army registration card. Dylan, who was still hiding his identity, was no exception, as the night before he had enjoyed slowly dismembering the charitable wizard, earning 1 Perverse Point for killing an altruistic person who was also a high-level 2-moon wizard. He immediately assigned the point to his mana attribute, bringing his mana to 72 points.
"Friends, would you like me to play a song?" asked a young man with cream-colored skin, wearing a thick white sweater, brown pants, boots, and carrying a guitar in his hands.
"Yes, help us get rid of our boredom," said a female mage with a sweet voice, wheat-colored hair, amber eyes, wearing a brown dress and a black wolfskin coat. The rest of the adventurers and mercenaries also agreed.
Dylan smiled mischievously as a wicked idea occurred to him.
••••
When night fell, the adventurers and mercenaries traveling in the wagon were asleep, and Dylan pierced each of their bodies with one of his magical drops of Perversion Red.
Five days later, when the carriage reached a fork in the road leading to the city of Teristan, Dylan shouted for them to stop.
The adventurer who was driving the horses at the time yelled back at him:
"Shut up! If you wanted to pee or poop, you should have done it when we stopped..."
The head of the adventurer who replied to Dylan exploded, and everyone in the wagon was splattered with blood, except for Dylan.
The wagon stopped because the heads of the two horses also exploded.
The remaining adventurers and mercenaries were sweating cold.
"Yes, it's as you imagine, I can make them all explode. However, I'm not that evil. I want to hear what atrocious acts you are capable of committing with the rest of your traveling companions. If you impress me, I may let you live. Musician, play a song to lighten the mood. Do it quickly, or you will never play another song again."
At first, all the adventurers talked about killing and torturing, but that only made Dylan yawn.
Bang!
One of the mercenaries' arms exploded, covering the rest of the adventurers and mercenaries with even more flesh and blood.
Screams!
Music!
The sorceress was hiding in a corner of the wagon, terrified, knowing she was an easy target.
One of the men shouted:
"We can all fuck her."
"Yes, that would be cruel, but only for her. What about the rest of you? You're just having fun."
Bang!
Music!
The sorceress created a pointed stone bullet that pierced the skull of the man who suggested abusing her.
"I'll kill you all if you try to touch me!" she exclaimed with a steady gaze, but her arms were shaking and she was sweating profusely.
Music!
"Are you really going to kill us all?" Dylan asked maliciously.
"I... I..."
Bang!
A stone bullet pierced the sorceress's head, and her brains splattered across the ceiling of the wagon. The sorceress had committed suicide to escape a horrible end.
"Well, well, she was a brave woman," Dylan laughed, looked at the rest of the men, and began to make their limbs explode one by one.
Music!
"Do you want to live?" Dylan asked the adventurer who was playing the guitar.
"Yes... yes," said the adventurer in a frightened voice.
Dylan flashed his charming smile, and the musician shuddered.
"Gouge out one of their eyes and eat it in front of them, then kill them all. I'll be watching, don't look back until you're done, or I'll kill you in an even more horrible way than you've seen so far.
"Yes... yes, as you command," said the adventurer guitarist.