The woman, known for her love for sex, money and both was lying on her own bed, dead. It was a ‘fair’ death- one that came while doing what she enjoyed, pursuing what she wanted.

Adrian turned back to the naked corpse lying on the bed. Her face was still purple from his strangles, eyes still filled with terror and hopelessness.

“Thank you for the information.” He glided one of his hands through her smooth thigh to her lower abdomen, until his index finger dug into her navel.

Her body had already begun to release heat, getting colder and colder every moment.

“The gentleman I am, I can’t leave you in such a disgraceful condition, can I?” He began to push his finger deeper and deeper. The cave on her abdomen began to take the shape of an abyss.

Soon, every single millimetres of his finger was inside her, but no blood came out.

“Farewell.” He removed his finger.

A pitch black magic circle appeared out of nowhere, and tattooed itself on her abdomen, with her navel as the centre.

Soon, bubbling sound erupted as a blackish liquid began to erupt from her navel. And soon, the eerie fluids enveloped her entire body,

Sizzling sound reverberated through the room as her cold and bare body began to melt at a visible rate. Not even vapours remained as the dark sap began to gnaw at every cells of her body.

In a matter of couple of minutes, she disappeared. Not even a trace of her body remained. Even the devilish fluid disappeared. The bed she was on was completely untouched by that solution, as if it was summoned to devour her, and only her.

“<Corrosion>.” Adrian muttered as he moved his gaze from the bed to his own hands. “What a wonderful property it is. But those fools can’t even realise half of its true potential.”

He tidied himself up and left the room.

He was back in the main hall. The place had become even more livelier in just a few moments. More commoners joined and some of the braver ones had no reservations as they began to fuck some whores right in front of everyone. After all, commoners in the Empire can have anything, but dignity? A big no.

Adrian walked past the hall to the other side of the hall, not having the obscenities scattered around a glance.

The young receptionist spotted him and frowned. But soon, she relaxed. He was now a guest of the madam after all. It should be of no surprise he was allowed access to the restricted zone.

Adrian got to a staircase, the only one in the entire establishment that went down, not up.

Soon, he was in the basement- or the ‘Dungeons’ as the rumours stated. It was said to be a place where the Grand Pearl kept the underperforming whores and tortured them for days.

But Adrian knew the truth, or at least what the madam knew. Why would they waste such precious space for imprisoning prostitutes? They could just ‘gift’ them to their top customers and superiors with rather ‘unusual’ fetishes. It was a win-win.

As for what these ‘Dungeons’, it was nothing but a ‘secret’ base for the Black Skulls. It was not supposed to confidential; it was just that human beings were too wild with their imaginations.

Soon, Adrian confronted a giant door. He removed his hood and touched the wooden gate with his right palm.

“Hmm, if she is not forsaken by the gang, then…” A circle formed on the door and began to rotate clockwise.

*Click*

Adrian’s lips pursed to a smile.

“Looks like she had not outlived her use.”

He gave the huge door a ‘slight’ push.

*Creak*

*Slam*

“Hey! Hey!” Adrian shouted with a smile, his calm voice echoing through the room. “Won’t anyone welcome this young master?”

Dozens of piercing glares locked onto him, intense enough to bring an average man to their knees. But he kept walking forward, not even bothering to give every one of the stares a reply.

His eyes were locked ahead, at the huge bald man sitting on a seat which looked not anything less than a throne. There were two young women sitting by his sides, naked of course- both of whose breasts were being fondled by giant hands.

“Your tribe…” Adrian spoke. “I wonder what you are known for- your huge stature? Your shining heads? Your burgeoning lust? Or…” He was just a few meters away from the big man, looking right into his brutish eyes.

“Your fear of the past.” Adrian smirked.

The bald man’s face flinched. “Child.” The man spoke, scanning the youth from head to toe, his voice rough. “I might have let you go after some punishment…”

“Aaah…” The two women screamed as his hands kneaded their breasts hard.

“But, now… you are dead. Kill him.”

“Aaaaaaah!” Blood covered his fingers as he kneaded them to a paste.

A couple of syndicate members, who were already ready with their weapons, leapt forward.

Both of Adrian’s hands slid under his coat, and the moment he took them out-

*Sphhhlt!*

His hands were now underneath the skins of the assailants. Blood gushed out as Adrian brought out the two poor syndicate members’ innards- a liver and a stomach.

*Thump*

Two bodies hit the ground at the same time, and moments later- two of their organs.

Silence. Utter silence.

None expected the young man to be this strong, and this ferocious. He killed two big men, the smile that he had on his face did not twitch even for a moment.

“Do you want me to feed you to the Aracks? Attack him at once!” The leader shouted.

“Aaaah!” All of them got back their composure and roared in unison.

Seventeen fully grown men- murderers, pillagers, bandits, and even past war veterans- all attacked at once, aiming to tear the young intruder into pieces.

The smirk on Adrian’s face turned into a grin. It had been months since he had a real feast. He ought to enjoy the meal slowly, oughtn’t he?