Chapter 116

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Ernesto Watertide didn’t meet such a swift end as he and the other guy had been colluding with the Vampires and were probably the ones that allowed them to remain here in the underground doing all sorts of experiments with the chimera and slaves.

However, as much as I wanted to kill him, I instead possessed him using Possession, forcefully taking over his body and pretending to be him. Now that I had a lot of Mana, this was more than possible.

I feel like I’ve only used it very little, but a ghost’s unique ability to possess people is very useful on these occasions! Although strong enough beings won’t easily let me possess them, if they’re softened enough (beaten down) or they’re too weak to resist, I can easily take over their bodies and even learn any info they could have inside their brains.

By instantly learning his secrets alongside learning his way of speech, I used Ernesto Watertide’s riches and authority as a merchant to quickly organize a large group of caravans that could carry slaves. Using his contacts and a lot of money, we did this all in the dark of the night and incredibly swiftly. The power of money is scary indeed.

In just three hours, a larva caravan was made on the outskirts of the Duchy, right outside the forest where there wasn’t anyone right now. I then moved the former slaves we had stored in the underground through the sewers, which were connected to the laboratory.

There were some monsters in the sewers, though, such as Trash Slimes, Giant Rats, and a horrendous fish monster with legs, which were actually many named Fishmen. They used weapons made out of whatever they found to attack people. I didn’t even know there was such a varied ecosystem here.

But oh well, they’re all the same in the end. They were all too weak for us to have a challenge.

Partner, Lucifer, Kuro, and the kids finished them off for me with ease (we had gone to pick them up in the meantime), and we swiftly moved through the sewers, reaching the outer entrance to them in a hidden room, and successfully escaping the duchy. It seems that this escape route was made for the Duke or the aristocrats in a case of emergency. But, oh well, we ended up using it for ourselves.

I had the desire to continue using this duke as my spy for the royal family and all of that, but I didn’t know how to do it. Brainwashing him might end up making him a zombie, and it would be way too obvious, and I couldn’t really be in two places at the same time…

Even more, there was this boiling rage I had deep down which was asking me to slay him because I learned from his memories that this bastard and the other fat fucks were the degenerates behind the order that told the assailants that attacked my parents to violate my mother and then kill her gruesomely.

These sadistic bastards also had a few slaves themselves, which they used to pleasure themselves by torturing them. These fuckers had grown fucked up in the head since they were children, so there was no way they could redeem themselves.

I quickly grabbed the record spheres and the artifacts they used to record the horror they did to my mother and broke them up into pieces, stuffed them inside the mouth of Ernesto Watertide, and then made him vomit blood in agony.

I had already freed him from my possession, but I couldn’t possibly let him have a swift death, nor one without punishment, because I killed the other two idiots way too fast. I had to make sure he would pay for all three of them.

Don’t worry. They were all as equally fucked and guilty, and I wasn’t a saint either. I was a monster, a vengeful monster with a lack of morals. So I easily did what I had to do to feel a bit better and avenge the mother whose memories with her I still don’t remember… but still, her death always makes my soul ache in pain.

So what I decided to do was perhaps the most fucked up thing I’ve done in my life, but that brought me to the greatest satisfaction. I wanted to make him pay for being a degenerate rapist, and what better way of doing it than by letting him get violated? But that wouldn’t be enough… so what I did was record what was about to happen with his artifact and reflect it using an artifact of expensive cost named Record Amplifier, which let Record Crystals act like movies in a theater.

I slew his soldiers, turned them into horny zombies, and made them violate Ernesto Watertide live, while the entire city glanced at this horrendous sight. I am sorry if I am causing some develop trauma, but I had to do this.

The horrendous scene of Ernesto Watertide getting violated live by the soldiers’ turned zombies and even the zombies of the Duke and the other aristocrat whose souls I had eaten made everyone begin to vomit on the streets… Oops, maybe I was just a bit too insane this time around?

I suppose the tags for this shit would include Necrophilia, Yaoi, Males Only, Creampie, Guro, and more fucked up crap… Ah, I got disgusted midway through to the point I ended up blasting all the zombies using Undead Detonation, and the entire building was blown into bits.

And that was the last of Ernesto Watertide and his detestable friends. Now that the church knows about me, then it doesn’t matter if I go absolutely batshit crazy at this point, right? No one cares, right?

The sole thought of these bastards having recorded my poor mother utterly suffering to her very last moments made me furious that the only thing I could possibly do to avenge her was making these bastards go through a similar fate.

As they all died, I felt lighter in the chest, as if I had really relieved my hatred.

Phew, that was a good job.

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