Chapter 314. Revenge III
Seven Sins System Chapter 314. Revenge III
In an instant, I had left the bathroom and appeared on the roof of a nearby building, just above the subway station. The cool breeze ruffled through my hair, and the city's sprawling expanse stretched out before me, a sea of lights and shadows that seemed to go on forever.
My six tentacles unfurled from my back, casting long, eerie shadows on the rooftop. They transformed into sinuous, shadowy forms. They could search, hunt, and strike. Tonight, they would lead me to those responsible for the girl's torment.
"Greed. Find them for me," I commanded my shadowy extensions.
They responded to my will, dispersing into the night like wraiths on a mission, separating from my body.
My shadowy extensions spread out like ink spilled upon a canvas of darkness. They moved with uncanny speed, their form fluid and ever-shifting, resembling tendrils of inky smoke. In this ethereal state, they became one with the night, seamlessly blending into the shadows.
These spectral creatures were nimble and elusive, capable of slipping through the narrowest gaps, be it in walls or buildings, as effortlessly as a whisper. Their movements akin to a phantom's dance. Nothing could evade their relentless pursuit. Nothing would escape their vigilance.
One of my shadowy extensions slithered through the labyrinthine streets of the city until it reached its destination - a VIP room nestled within an illicit erotic club. Behind closed doors, this dark secret sanctuary.
Within, the scene unfolded like a twisted tableau. Five men and one woman reveled in a display of debauchery. The room filled with off-key karaoke, punctuated by the discordant laughter of sadistic pleasure.
Two of the men had seized two unfortunate women, likely sex workers employed by the establishment. Those people tormented them in a cruel and brutal way.
Meanwhile, the lone woman in the room vented her fury upon a man who appeared to be a hapless gigolo or perhaps a waiter, caught in the whirlwind of chaos.
The CCTV cameras in the room lay dormant. They knew better than to leave behind evidence of their acts.
Once my tentacle slithered into the room, I recognized these wretched souls instantly. They were the very ones I had been seeking, and this night's macabre revelry would be their reckoning.
An evil grin stretched across my lips as I surveyed the scene from the shadows. "Gotcha," I muttered under my breath. The surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins was intoxicating. It had been far too long since I had the opportunity to revel in the torment to living mortals.
For what felt like an eternity, I had masqueraded as a benevolent doctor, dedicating my powers to healing the frail and vulnerable. The charade ran counter to my devilish instincts, causing a relentless craving for the kind of exquisite suffering only mortals could provide.
Now, standing on the precipice of retribution, I eagerly embraced my true nature once more.
With a thought, I activated my teleportation skill once more, and in the blink of an eye, I materialized inside that dimly lit VIP room. My six tentacles, previously in the form of shadowy extensions, coiled back into my body as I arrived. The groans and pained cries, intermingled with the shrill sounds of agony, assaulted my senses. It was the kind of agonizing melody that could even rouse a mummy from its tomb.
The sudden intrusion caused the men and woman in the room to turn their heads toward me, their faces contorted in surprise.
I observed the status indicators floating above their heads. A realization dawned on me, these weren't run-of-the-mill mortals. These were fighters, battle-hardened individuals with a past that reeked of combat and criminality. It appeared they were either former academy students, expelled in disgrace, or graduates who had taken a dark and dishonorable path.
"Good evening, guys. Can I join the party? You guys seem happy," I greeted them with the nonchalance of a seasoned party crasher. I had locked the door with my Telekinesis, ensuring that they would enjoy this party until the very end.
“Who are you?” The leader, who happened to be the girl's ex-boyfriend, was the first to react. He hadn't even registered the fact that I didn't originate from this realm due to the lightning-quick retraction of my tentacles to my back.
“I'm Liney's friend,” I replied in a casual tone as I closed the gap between us. The pincers in my hand twirled casually, catching the dim club lights with an eerie gleam.
Ben, the ex-boyfriend, rose from his seat and sauntered towards me, oozing arrogance with every step. “Oh, you're her friend. Tell me, is she dead yet?” he asked with a smirk, his words laced with cruel anticipation.
A sly smile tugged at my lips. “I can't answer that,” I responded with an air of mystery. My hand halted its twirling motion and flung the pincers back at him. “I just wanted to return this to you,” I remarked casually, but Ben didn’t want to catch them, letting the sharp implement fall unceremoniously to the floor.
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