Some officers stopped him.
"Young men, you're not going to make this old traveler wait here, are you?" Dylan said in an old man's voice as he handed the officers a bag containing 20 gold coins.
"Honorable sir, we are respectful when dealing with our elders. Please go ahead," said one of the officers in a flattering voice.
"I should kill everyone in this city and let you live to see what you think then," Dylan thought to himself as he held back his urge to laugh....
At dusk, wearing a tight red and black dress, Miriam walked with a blank stare toward a lonely mansion located near the slums of the city of Xerter.
Inside the gloomy mansion, in the main hall, stood a tall, burly, tanned man with a rough appearance, a brown beard and mustache, and brown hair braided with the tips of his enemies' finger bones at the end.
Edgar wore black pants, a sleeveless shirt, and several gold necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
Edgar smiled sordidly as he looked at Miriam.
"You're just the way I like them. I'll fuck you several times, and then my guests will, and then you can give me your report," Edgar said in a deep, somewhat hoarse voice.
Edgar was a 5-sun warrior (high level), so his mere presence was tyrannical to those of lower rank.
With a somber look, Miriam walked to the center of the room.
"Remember to cooperate, or your family will suffer. Ha ha ha." Edgar threatened as his large hand moved toward Miriam's buttocks.
She closed her eyes, wanting to die, but not wanting her family to suffer.
Edgar smiled, but before his hand touched Miriam, the gem on her bracelet flew off, transforming into a watery substance that severed Edgar's hand and then entered his bloodstream.
Edgar was in shock. His forearm wasn't bleeding, and neither was his right hand, which had fallen to the ground. Since his power rank wasn't low, he became even more concerned because he didn't understand what was happening.
"Heh heh heh. I smell the scent of perversion in this place, but no one here prays to the Crimson God. Then their perverse acts deserve no forgiveness," said an old man whose cane echoed as it hit the ground with each step he took.
"Who the hell are you?" Edgar asked, somewhat irritated, as he was about to attack, but then he felt the mana in his body was in chaos, and on top of that, he felt his blood beginning to heat up.
Edgar's anger turned to fear.
The old man took Miriam's hand and said to Edgar:
"Introduce me to your guests before I lose my patience, heh heh heh, you don't want to know what happens when that happens."
Edgar walked ahead of them and they headed toward the main dining room.
There were fat, old, ugly men of different races, and there were also some naked women lying on the floor, some covered in male fluids.
"Wow, how inelegant," said Dylan as he watched the guests fuck the women in the same place where the food was being served.
"Who the hell are you?"
Bang!
Everyone watched as a fat man's head turned into a cloud of blood that stained everything it touched red, yet the man's brain remained intact and fell onto the table.
Everyone present fell silent when Asfol, the leader of the strongest slave traders in the city of Xerter, died as if he were the weakest of humans.
Dylan sat down and made Miriam stand beside him. At that moment, she was still confused. But when Dylan let go of her hand, she saw that her bracelet now had two red gems.
"Dylan?" Miriam thought, but she remained silent.
Gentlemen, it is sacrilegious to commit evil deeds and not entrust yourselves to the Crimson God. That is why I have come to offer you forgiveness. But not everyone can be forgiven. The Crimson God likes plays, so I need you to put on a play, which will be called "The Taste of Evil."
Dylan remained silent and looked at them. All those wicked men were now frightened.
"Hehehe, I think I'm going to lose my patience," said Dylan.
"Sir, what should we do?" Edgar asked hurriedly.
"I love proactive people. Set an example and devour the remains of the man who lost his head and choose who will eat his brain. Hehehe," Dylan replied, looking at them all, and finally said, "Excluding me and the lover of the Crimson God, only two people can be the protagonists of this play, do you understand? If there are more than two when midnight strikes, there will be no protagonists. He he he. Glorify the Crimson God.
...
Edgar's guests felt chills, trembled, instinctively sensing that a powerful monster was watching them. But fear and disgust prevented them from acting.
Knock.
The cane struck the floor.
"Crimson God, the wayward men will be your sacrifice!" Dylan said in an elderly voice that sounded worthy of a deranged religious fanatic.
Edgar overcame his disgust and sat on the floor and began to bite the arms of Asfol's body, then forced himself to swallow the human flesh. Edgar controlled the urge to vomit, because he understood that the man who had sat down at the table was a madman who was not joking. ...
[You have incited high-level perverse and sinful acts: cannibalism (You have earned 5 perverse points)]
...
"5 points, I should have done this before," Dylan thought.
He he he.
When Edgar heard Dylan's laughter again, he looked up with bloodshot eyes, stared at a half-demon, and said in a disturbed voice:
"You will eat the brain."
The half-demon, with gray and black hair, mud-green skin, gray eyes, and a very thin and tall appearance, trembled when he heard Edgar's words; but less than 10 seconds later, he was devouring the brain as he felt Dylan's gaze.
Dylan slammed the table, and a beautiful, almost transparent glass bottle, with a pattern of gold leaves and flowers on the outside, flew toward Dylan.