"Mmm, a quality liquor," Dylan said as he opened the bottle and smelled it.
Bang!
Explosion!
The guests in the room began to fight and struggle for their lives so as not to be devoured. Dylan covered the bottle of liquor with a protective barrier and then created another magical barrier for Miriam.
He poured himself a glass and drank it slowly.
"The best liquor I've tasted so far; delicious," Dylan recalled his last day on earth as he continued to taste the liquor, that liquor, those women he fucked to his heart's content, the book he read, the view from the window, the night breeze on his face.
"Damn; I had it all," Dylan thought with a somewhat melancholic smile.
...
Miriam stood silently, witnessing human depravity.
All the humans and humanoids present showed that they had no taboos when it came to survival.
Miriam felt scared, a little nervous, but when she saw the guy in the robe and hood, who she concluded must be Dylan, she felt safe.
"Yes, what does it matter what he does! He's here, he protected me," Miriam concluded, increasing her security and confidence in Dylan.
For her, what did it matter if there were heroes, saints, or anyone else worthy of praise? In the end, none of them saved her.
...
The clock chimes, gasps, the smell of blood has spread throughout the hall, which despite the battle remained almost intact due to Dylan's power.
Edgar, who killed the most guests, and a demon with white horns, black hair, and gray skin, bowed before Dylan.
"He he he. Do not bow before me; from now on, every wicked act will be offered to the Crimson God, or there will be no forgiveness," Dylan looked at them.
Silence spread, then he said to the demon:
"You may leave. Don't cause me any trouble. Unless you want to participate in another play. Hehehe."
The demon felt his heart pound and quickly left the hall.
"Your Excellency, I did as you commanded." Edgar's voice sounded frightened.
"Hehehe. I don't like human flesh. I'm not going to devour you.
Hearing Dylan's words, Edgar swallowed hard without looking up.
"Take a mana oath. You will be loyal in every way and without exception to the woman of the Crimson God. Is that clear?" Dylan indicated, then took the last sip of liquor.
Edgar swore allegiance to Miriam Selforiant. Never in his life had he witnessed such a deranged presence.
"Primordials," that word came to Edgar's mind, and he felt a chill run through his body.
Knock!
Edgar heard the sound of the cane, and when he looked up, both Miriam and Dylan had disappeared.
...
In a carriage, Miriam rested her head on Dylan's shoulder.
He had lifted his hood.
"Remember to send him a letter with your report," Dylan said.
"I will," Miriam said, looking warmly at Dylan.
"Where can I get this liquor?" Dylan asked, holding the beautiful empty bottle in his hand.
"It's a specialty of the Drecon Empire. Only high-ranking nobles can get it at a high price. That bottle must cost 1,000 gold coins," Miriam said.
"Wow, what luxury," Dylan murmured.
"If they see you with that bottle, they may declare you spies of the Drecon Empire. At the very least, they will investigate you very carefully and thoroughly," Miriam warned.
Dylan stored the bottle in one of his storage rings.
"Go back to the Academy," Dylan told Miriam.
"And you? You don't want them to see you with me." Miriam caressed Dylan's cheek.
"You'll understand later," Dylan said.
She nodded, then a brief breeze made her close her eyes, and when she opened them, Dylan had disappeared. In his place was a small bag with 2,000 gold coins.
...
The memory of the past reminded Dylan that he was in a world on the brink of apocalypse.
The hero only managed to save the world by sacrificing himself, reaching the transcendental level {8 Suns (low level)}.
"If the hero had been 'mid-level' in the 8-sun range, he probably wouldn't have had such a pathetic ending," Dylan thought as he watched the clouds and rode in a hay cart headed for some stables near Cruzeref County. He wore a white robe and hood and pretended to be a rather generous missionary. He gave the cart driver a gold coin, and the driver had no problem taking the missionary aboard.
"Yes, it's time to collect some debts and make a profit," Dylan concluded.
...
Dylan stayed at a modest hotel, then walked through the main town of Cruzeref County. People came and went, the environment was peaceful, and at first glance, it wasn't a bad place to live.
It wasn't a very big city, perhaps only a fifth of the size of the capital, but it was larger than the viscountcy of Gray and also a little bigger than the city of Teriztan.
The city of Teriztan was the city where all the inhabitants were turned into human sacrifices for the Crimson God. It was also the place where Dylan converted a group of Zarcorian believers.
"If I sacrifice all these people, I think I can get almost 30 perverse points; there are more inhabitants here than in that city," Dylan thought as he approached a water fountain in the city's central square.
The fountain had a sculpture of three fish spouting water from their mouths and a large fish leaping into the air.
Dylan admired the fountain for a few seconds and then continued exploring the city.
...
When night fell, he entered his hotel room.
"Well, well, it seems there is a 7-Moon magician in this city. Who could it be? An envoy from the capital?" Dylan was lying on his bed wearing his pajamas.
He sighed.
"It's not wise to do anything until that magician leaves; I came here to earn perverse points; I don't want to fight a powerful rival unnecessarily," Dylan said to himself.
...
Three days later, Dylan was eating a modest breakfast in a simple restaurant that served excellent coffee. At that moment, he was wearing his hood and white robe.
"This is very strange; I feel an ominous energy in this city. No, an ominous presence," he concluded after a few seconds.
[The system has detected a "Cursed Prophet."]