The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 7 Gathering

Dolly, unaware of Tenor's thoughts, continued to sincerely praise her chief god:

"Sariputra is the ruler of all desires and pleasures, the most beautiful dark prince, whether you worship Him or not, whether you know Him or not..."

Your desires and joys will all go to His palace and strengthen His divine power—for He is the embodiment of desire and pleasure!

In hidden corners you may not know, many people secretly worship Him.

Ronan's Emerald Order, Orrodlin's Sorority of Pleasure... these were both influential organizations.

"What an awe-inspiring deity," Tenor agreed insincerely. If what Dolly said was true, such a lustful and evil god was indeed terrifying.

Everyone is worshipping Him without realizing it, because living beings cannot escape desire and pleasure, therefore He is immortal.

But Tenor believes that Dolly may have overstated the evil god, like a celebrity being lauded by fans.

"So, madam, the Emerald Order and we worship the same God, so why have you become a heretic that is determined to fight to the death? Do we know what these heretics will do next?"

"You know, those heretics might have their eyes on me, and I'm really worried about their retaliation..." Before Tenor could finish speaking, Dolly interrupted with a light laugh, her tone brimming with arrogant arrogance:

"Ha, you uncivilized soul, 'fellow believers' are not 'allies'."

Do you think that in the temple where the Dark Prince is served, there is the disgusting "brotherhood" of secular religions?

"Ha—forget your old ideas, I've started to like you a little." Dolly's aggressive tone clearly indicated that it wasn't liking in the conventional sense, but rather like a hunter encountering his prime prey.

This made Tenor even more disgusted, and he wished he could crush her head immediately, but in order to complete the mission, he had to endure it for a while.

Just a moment... and then annihilate these disgusting blasphemers—the human and alien parts of Tenor reached a surprising consensus at this moment.

Dolly still didn't notice Tenor's unusual behavior, and her tone became increasingly agitated:

"Perfection cannot be shared!"

When we plot to melt the priests of the rival cult amidst their screams, when we seize their followers and mold them into more exquisite playthings, the Dark Prince will only laugh and tremble with ecstasy from his throne!

Only the most perfect deserve the Dark Prince's attention!

Put aside your concerns! Those heretics are well hidden, but they will soon be exposed. If they dare to attack you, we can eliminate them.

It seems that even the so-called Pleasure Society cannot be certain of the Emerald Order's whereabouts.

Tenor pondered—so, since their evil god doesn't forbid, and even encourages, competition, it's impossible for this sect to be united.

They're just a bunch of selfish and self-satisfied fools, but that fits Tenor's stereotype of demon worshippers—who among normal people worships demons?

Dolly had already led Tenor to the kitchen. In the open space next to the stove, she stomped her feet six times, three times lightly and three times heavily. With a slight hum of the mechanism, an entrance to a tunnel was revealed.

She led Tenor down the steps, and before she was fully submerged, Tenor could smell the strong stench of blood and... a nauseating fragrance.

A variety of spices, rouge, oils... it seemed as if everything in the city that could emit a fragrance had been piled together, which did not make the fragrance more alluring, but only made Tenor feel pungent.

His gaze fell on the "light" at the corner of the stairs, and his heart couldn't help but tremble—it was a girl who was still alive.

The poor person was embedded in the wall, their beautiful face frozen in terror, pain, and despair.

Like a stone sculpture displayed by its owner, she could only move her eyes, and those emerald-like eyes were now completely numb.

Her hands were gone, and the rest of her body was in the wall—or perhaps it was completely cut off.

The front half of the human body visible to visitors is cut open, with a ghostly blue flame burning inside, emitting the smell of animal fat.

She hung there on the corner, illuminating the entrance and the way out.

She didn't die; perhaps the abuser's curse made even death a luxury.

Tenor couldn't help but clench his fists. These human demon worshippers were even more beastly than he, a half-human.

Dolly turned around triumphantly, seemingly wanting to see how Tenor would react to this unexpected scene, but Tenor had excellent control over her expressions, and Dolly couldn't tell anything.

Disappointed, she could only continue leading Tenor downwards.

The stench of blood grew stronger, and the noisy, enthusiastic atmosphere below reached Tenor's ears.

Despite being mentally prepared, when he was actually exposed to the spotlight and faced with the chaotic spectacle, he couldn't help but lean back slightly.

Chairs for other guests are neatly arranged on both sides of the hall, with a U-shaped couch at the far end serving as the main seat.

A languid young nobleman is reclining on a couch.

It would look normal if the fabric laid on top wasn't human skin.

Unfortunately, the many small, grayish-purple bodies, curled up like withered flowers yet to bloom, were pressed down by the nobleman.

The pinkish-white skin and muscular lines of a young girl, of unknown origin, turned it into a soft cushion.

Ternor was shocked by the mat made of dead infants, which was only considered refreshingly unconventional at the party.

Wearing gold and silver is the minimum requirement for party members; everyone seems to be pursuing uniqueness and dressing in a distinctive way.

On the left, a group of men and women are entangled in public on the marble floor. This is not an ambiguous scene, because their deformed bodies provide a form of entertainment far beyond that of ordinary people.

Ternor saw an androgynous person acting as the active party while passively receiving another identical freak, thus forming a closed loop.

Kissing turned into biting, and bestial reproductive behavior even occurred within the same individual.

A gentleman wearing a silver mask amused himself at the dining table; yes, they have more than one reproductive organ.

Even men have a prominent female feature on their chest.

A customer who was feasting and drinking had developed a gaping maw in his abdomen, making it much easier for him to eat; a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy merchant was swaggering around, ordering a group of numb slaves around, his three arms constantly wielding whips full of spikes, lashing the servants until their skin was torn and bleeding, he was quite busy.

They ironically hung up the emblem of the "Good Lord," showing that the majesty of the true god was merely a tool for seeking thrills.

As if in pursuit of the extraordinary, the musician's zither is yet another pitiful living person; she appears to be the musician's wife, but she is clearly not a demon worshipper.

She sobbed and pleaded with her husband, but her beloved husband was only concerned with playing the strings of her body.

Each twang of the string interrupted her moans, because the sound came from her.

The piece greatly pleased some customers, but others still wanted to see something more unusual and brutal, and loudly mocked the performer for being boring and vulgar.

The musician, his face contorted with anger, pulled out his own spine and coiled it around like a snake, then began to play his horn.

Clearly, this still failed to please the very few customers, who only burst into laughter, indicating their satisfaction with the performance, after the musicians literally played themselves to death.

Ordinary delicacies can no longer satisfy their cravings, and ordinary carnivorous desires are insufficient to fill their weary souls. Everyone is looking for new and more extreme ways to satisfy their pleasure.

Tenor recognized several of the officials who frequently appeared in public. No wonder Dolly dared to say they were the shadow rulers of the city; it turned out that even the governor's confidants had members among them.

Once Lord Clothos dies or is transferred, the city will fall completely into the hands of the Pleasure Society.

"Welcome!" The nobleman at the head of the table leaned slightly forward, glancing at Tenor. "Welcome to our newest member!"

When that lazy gaze fell upon them, and when the nobleman gave the order, everyone stopped their entertainment and looked at the new member.

At that moment, Tenor vaguely sensed an unusually cold and watchful gaze.

"Fool!" a voice, both sweet and shrill, shrieked from behind the nobleman. "This is not our friend!"

The nobleman suddenly became apprehensive, and everyone else also became uneasy. The hall fell silent. Dolly lowered her head, her eyes glancing at Tenor's pocket, as if giving a hint.

He seemed to understand something, and took out the badge given to him by Anthony to show to the public.

Dolly whispered from the side, "It was Professor Anthony who introduced him; he's a powerful mutant."

Anthony was an important member of the association infiltrated into the military, and his endorsement was enough to prove Tenor's reliability.

Unexpectedly, the strange voice grew even angrier, like a farmer who had discovered his sheepdog had let a wolf into his house, but it also inexplicably carried a hint of excitement and pleasure:

"Shut up!

"Idiot, turn around and let me see him!"

The nobleman stiffly rose, slowly turned around, and brushed aside the thick black hair at the back of his head.

A perfect face, as white and smooth as silk, was revealed. At first glance, Tenor felt inexplicably jealous and disgusted. He noticed the dark eyes and the inhuman expression in the pupils.

That was a devil's face.

Tenorton immediately sensed something was wrong.

The succubus coldly demanded, and multiple harmonies echoed through the hall, creating a captivating atmosphere.

"How interesting, a cold-blooded creature has been placed inside a body with desires..."

Thoreau! You should not have appeared in this world, much less trespass into my territory.

"Whoever sent you—" The banshee's expression turned mocking, her greedy eyes piercing Tenor like knives, "I'll need some new toys."

"Quickly, catch this lizardman! I want to train it myself!"