A room that looked like an infirmary had been turned into a hell where all kinds of profanities occurred.
Yet, the one who organized this heinous event was laying on the floor, blood pooling beneath her as her windpipe was ripped out of her throat, eyes wide with terror and confusion, her expression twisted as if someone had betrayed her.
It was clear, she was dying. But even then, her end wasn't pretty. Because above her stood a young man, drenched in blood and filth, staring down at her with seething, unquenchable hatred.
"You sick whore!" He gritted his teeth, his fist slamming down on her jaw, shattering it into pieces as her teeth flew out of her mouth. But that wasn't the end as another punch followed, breaking her nose, then another and another and another.
Sam continued punching her face, his eyes cold and bloodthirsty as he pulverized her head, not holding his strength back.
Then he grabbed her leg, yanking her into the air and slamming her down, again and again, until her spine and ribs splintered into fragments. Then he raised his foot, delivering a crashing blow directly into her face, her eyes filled with dread as the foot fell, demolishing her face and skull. Then, Sam raised his foot again, and again, and again, until all that was left was brain matter, blood, flesh, bones, and teeth.
His chest rose and fell, breathing heavily, his body drenched in sweat, blood, and filth as his hands trembled, fully comprehending what she had done to him, and those two poor fellows, after the effects of the aphrodisiac, lust inducement, and truth serum faded away, returning clarity to his mind.
Sam dragged his body back, sitting on the bed but flinched, instantly jumping up as he saw vaginal fluids, semen, and blood. His golden eyes trembled as his breathing grew uneven and ragged. Then he looked around, fully taking in the appearance of two young men who'd died by Selina's hands, tortured and raped.
This foul smell, revolting sight, and corpses laying before him were too much.
What the fuck... What in the actual fuck!? He thought, grabbing his own face, clutching it tightly as his wide eyes incidentally fell on the first man's lower body. His legs were soaked in blood and his penis was cut off.
Sam felt his stomach churning as chills ran down his spine, feeling cold sweat sliding down his back as he looked around, observing the sickening sight. Yet no matter how much he searched, there was no sign of the man's penis.
Then, Sam remembered Selina's neck, face, and lips were soaked in blood, and his eyes widened in realization. His body trembled as a nauseous feeling overwhelmed him and he gagged, falling on his knees and emptying his stomach.
"Bleeergh!" He looked down, his eyes watering as he felt sharp pain in his throat, staring at his own vomit.
Selina… That deranged scum… He glanced at her destroyed body, still not satisfied. His expression twisted into a sneer as he spat on her corpse and kicked it away as if she were garbage, which she was.
"You drugged me, raped me, kissed me after eating damned dick! I practically tasted another man's dick! Who knows what else you consumed? Your own vaginal fluids? Those guys' sperm? Blood? You ruined me, you sick fuck!"
Sam's breathing grew even more uneven as another wave of disgust flooded his mind. His body reacted instinctively, and he bent over, puking. Yet there was nothing left. The only thing that came up was acidic liquid flowing from his mouth as tears fell from his eyes.
Dragging himself upright, he wiped his mouth and eyes, trying to compose himself. I don't have time for this… I have to leave now. Bone-Breaker is finishing his fights. That means… I don't have… No, maybe I'm already exposed. Better to prepare for the worst.
He rose to his feet and glanced around, eyes narrowing. I see... Wall of Spirituality. That's why no sound escaped, huh? But she shouldn't have had enough spirituality to maintain a barrier for two hour.
He analyzed the situation, walking toward the table and looking at the flowers. They were beautiful white blossoms, as if frozen in time and their petals felt cold to the touch, like frost, giving off a chilling air. But they had lost their color, curling up and wilting, the beautiful white was now tainted by black.
Pure White Elf Flowers? Sam thought. Then he looked down at the floor, noticing barely visible marks. Stepping back to take in the full view, he realized it was a ritualistic circle, siphoning spirituality from the mystical plants to maintain the barrier.
Sam instantly destroyed the Wall of Spirituality, not allowing the flowers to die completely. While the two vases were already used up, the last one's flowers were still fresh.
Scanning the room, he spotted a wardrobe. Opening it, he found a bag inside along with a new dress. Selina would have changed clothes after satisfying her twisted desires and walked back to the others as if nothing had happened. But Sam didn't give a damn about that right now.
He grabbed the backpack, throwing out every useless item and leaving only the materials used for ritualistic magic. Then he took the flowers and stored them inside the bag as well.
Sam was no fool. He knew Selina was a Beyonder, and he also knew what was about to happen.
Forcing out a smile, Sam walked toward Selina's corpse and watched as the Beyonder characteristics began to form.
Then he took the manifested characteristics and put them into the bottle Selina had used, tossing it into the bag as well.
Sam didn't care about changing the environment to prevent the characteristics from becoming a mystical item. He simply didn't have the time. Besides, she was from a different pathway, so her Beyonder characteristics were useless to him anyway.
From what he had seen, it might actually be better if it fused with the bottle and turned into a mystical item. The abilities Selina had demonstrated gave Sam a clear idea of how they worked: they were similar to those of an Apothecary. Leaving it to fuse with the bottle by itself would be beneficial, he'd be able to use concoctions with it directly.
But there was a problem… His entire body was drenched in blood. That was problematic. He frowned, then looked up, walking slowly to the door and leaning closer, his ears perked up.
Hmm… Two guards, huh?They stayed to guard the room so no one would disturb her. And since they couldn't hear any noise because of Selina's barrier, they didn't even notice how those two boys died or how I killed her.
Thinking about the boys, Sam looked back, his expression growing conflicted as he clenched his fists. I don't have time for this. Yeah, I have to leave and… Ughhh! Fine!
He groaney, scratching the back of his head as he walked back to the corpses reluctantly. His hands rose and gently closed their eyes, placed their arms across their chests, intertwined their fingers, and closed their spread legs. Then he covered their bodies with a blanket, restoring what little dignity he could and offering the only respect he was able to give.
Then he clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and uttered solemnly, his expression calm and peaceful as the words left his mouth:
"The Lord that Created Everything;
The Omnipotent and Omniscient; The Source of Everything Great; The Beginning and The End;
The God of Gods; Ruler of the vast Astral World."
Then Sam's expression softened, his voice clear and filled with faith: "O Father, I humbly entrust these brothers before me, their souls ravaged and abused by evil. I ask for Your loving grace, to heal them as You healed me. I understand they did not worship You, but even so, I know Your merciful heart, the light that guides me out of darkness, would never forsake them. Welcome them into Your paradise, where there will be no sorrow, pain, shame, evil, or tears. Help me lift them up from the loathsome abyss so they can bask in the warmth of Your light. Please restore their shattered hearts, wipe their tears, and return smiles to their faces. Please grant them peace, comfort their souls, and give them joy."
As he finished, he opened his golden eyes, crystal clear and brimming with soft light. He exhaled, tracing the Ancient Sun God's symbol, a cross, over his chest with his fingers.
"O Father, let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls, through Your mercy, rest in peace."
As Sam finished praying for the souls of Selina's victims, he sighed, massaging his neck with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. This is all I can do. But don't worry, my Lord will take care of you."
As he turned around, his soft expression slowly faded, replaced by a cold, piercing gaze as he prepared himself for what was about to come.
Without the slightest hint of hesitation, he slammed his foot into the door, blasting it off its hinges. The guard standing outside was struck by it; the back of his head snapped forward as he fell. Sam leaped out, grabbed his head, and smashed it against the floor.
Then he instantly rolled back, delivering a brutal kick to the other stunned guard's diaphragm. The impact slammed the guard's body against the wall as he gasped for air, his expression twisting into horror when he saw Sam launch forward and deliver a crushing blow to his Adam's apple.
The guard's eyes widened as he gagged, desperately trying to inhale air but failing, his airways completely blocked. He clutched his throat, thrashing wildly, yet no sound escaped his lips. That was precisely why Sam had struck him there.
At the same time, Sam stepped back, gripped the unconscious guard's neck, and choked him to death.
After finishing them off, he dragged their bodies back into the room, cleaned the blood from his own body using Selina's dress, and took one of the guards' uniforms. Stepping outside, he pulled the hat low over his black hair streaked with gold, lowered his head, and walked away as if nothing had happened, without saying a word.
As he walked, he frowned, a hint of confusion breaking through his otherwise expressionless face. What kind of ability did Selina use to control my mind? I don't remember what happened after I freed myself… I was about to kill her as she looked up, but then… nothing. It's as if I lost consciousness and was manipulated by her. After all, why would I willingly have sex with her?
Doesn't matter… he thought, rubbing his eyes. I already killed her. That's all that matters. All I need to do now is meet with Diego.
He walked into a dark corridor. Guards passed by as he turned right, arriving at the infirmary after a few minutes.
Lingering for a moment, he took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside casually while secretly scanning the room to locate Diego, who was supposed to be lying in bed waiting for him.
But what met him was neither Diego pretending to be injured after his fight nor any nurses. Instead, he saw a young woman with pale, alabaster skin and raven-black hair tied in a messy bun. Glasses rested over her blue eyes as she smirked at him. She wasn't tall, around 1.65 meters in height, but the way she stood with one arm crossed under her breasts, her casual demeanor, and the white robe she wore gave her an intimidating air.
What stunned Sam, however, wasn't just the young woman, but the revolver she held, pointed directly at Diego's head. Diego waved awkwardly at Sam with a terrified smile.
Seeing him, the woman's smile widened, her eyes sparkling as she spoke in a haughty tone: "Finally… you're here. I've been waiting for you."
Not hearing any immediate response from Sam, she blinked in bewilderment, then sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, you don't know who I am… Right." She grinned and added, placing one hand on her waist, "I'm Amelia Oppenheimer, the Savant you wished to kill."