“Never expected that the Infinite Dimensions era would have such a wonderful place, gods! I praise you all!” Laketon laughed maniacally, covering his face as he reveled in the scene before him.
“Disgusting~~ let’s see if we can find any treasures. If not, I don’t want to stay here any longer!” Berenice peered out and complained.
“The filth of Infinite Dimensions must be cleansed,” Crimson Lizard King said coldly, turning to glance at her reckless master, ready to transform into a dragon and obliterate everything in this place.
“Not so fast, I need to find out where that woman is first.” Orson composed himself, then stepped forward, walking on the human-skin carpet toward a brightly lit tavern, as guided by his task.
Orson dismissed Crimson Lizard King into the Battle Space and entered the tavern while donning his imperial robes.
Inside, under the enchanting glow of magical lights, the tavern’s dance floor, resembling a giant monster’s mouth, was filled with naked men and women writhing together. Their faces contorted with madness and primal bestiality. This was a grand, forbidden performance. Around the dance floor, tables were crowded with NPCs from the Holy Light Church, Imperial nobles, and high-ranking figures.
Their eyes were fixed intently on the pale-skinned humanoid creatures with pitch-black pupils, devoid of whites, on the dance floor.
Upstairs, a wild and passionate orchestra filled the air, adding to the decadent atmosphere. Orson watched as several NPCs picked out their “prey” from the dance floor, paid a certain amount of gold, and then dragged the voluptuous humanoid NPCs into private rooms, where screams and moans quickly blended together.
Before long, a body, mutilated to death, was thrown from the upper floor, crashing onto the wooden table below. The noise was significant, but no one seemed to care—such things were apparently common here.
Several masked tavern thugs entered and, in full view of everyone, began to skin the corpse, treating it with even more brutality than livestock.
“Another worthless Imperial bastard dead!”
“To the Almighty Light God!”
“To the great Holy Light Empire! Ha-ha!”
The NPCs around the room cheered as they raised their glasses, toasting with fervor. They were hailed as the messengers of the heavenly kingdom, but in reality, they were far more vicious and grotesque than any monster.
Even Orson, who had witnessed the actions of the Heaven Demon, couldn’t help but feel his face darken. He muttered to himself, “So this is the other side of the Holy Light Church?”
Orson examined the dismembered body of a woman.
Blood Slave: Cambella
Level: 50
HP: 0/200,000
Description: Offspring of humans and bloodsuckers, from the Ancient City of the Ghost King! Native inhabitants.
Orson remained calm, understanding the situation. No wonder Lolofey had hesitated to accompany him in here. He was likely afraid Orson would take out his anger on him after witnessing such horrors.
Indeed, any player with a shred of justice would have probably set this place on fire. The decadent feast before him made Orson feel sick. These enslaved half-blood NPCs, aside from their eyes being different from humans, looked almost identical to humans in every way.
But because of their “impure” bloodlines, they had become playthings for the nobility of the Light Dragon Empire.
In the propaganda of the Light Dragon Empire, the Dark Dragon Empire was always painted as evil and heretical, but in truth, it seemed that the so-called “pure” Light Dragon Empire wasn’t any better.
“Honorable Empire Mage, what service can I offer you? I am the owner here, Bosulu, an honorary noble.” A gnome with a bald head and a fancy outfit appeared before him.
Orson raised an eyebrow, his suspicion growing. Honorary nobility wasn’t quite the same as actual aristocracy, as it was a title given to distinguished citizens by the Imperial nobility.
“What services do you offer?” Orson asked with a cold smile.
In response, a menu popped up in front of him. Orson scanned through it and had to admit, these NPCs knew how to play the game!
For 100 gold, one could spend a night with a female blood slave.
For 2,000 gold, one could buy control of a blood slave’s body, with the ability to have them resurrected by a priest if killed.
For 30,000 gold, one could acquire the virginity of five blood slave girls, with all their flesh, bones, and blood belonging to the buyer. The tavern would also provide “intimate services” to turn them into artifacts.
Orson also learned from Bosulu that the human-skin carpets and human-crosses outside were the works of a certain Imperial Count, known for his bloody deeds. He referred to them as the “Blissful Feast of the Empire.”
There were even more depraved services offered, which left even Orson, a seasoned player, somewhat shaken.
“No thanks, I’m just here to inquire about someone.” Orson stated.
At this, Bosulu’s expression soured. “I’m afraid I don’t have the obligation to help you. Please leave.”
Then, two tavern thugs, both level 60, appeared behind Orson.
Orson ignored them and continued, “Do you know where a woman named Ursula is?”
“Ursula? Empress Ursula?!” Bosulu squawked in surprise.
This statement was like thunder, and the NPCs in the room turned to stare at Orson with strange expressions.
Bosulu’s face darkened, and he frowned, saying, “I don’t know. Don’t ask me!”
Orson’s eyes narrowed. The name Ursula seemed to have some kind of power. The blood slaves in the dance floor looked up in surprise, their hollow eyes briefly sparkling with recognition. The Holy Light Church NPCs in the room also seemed to grow tense, gradually encircling Orson.
Quest Update!
Broke the Silence: Extract Ursula’s whereabouts from the NPCs present.
Quest Hint 1: Due to the high difficulty of this scene, it is recommended to form a 300-man team to complete the quest!
Quest Hint 2: Successfully discovering Ursula’s whereabouts will unlock the Hell difficulty dungeon “Empire’s Cancer.”
Orson’s interest was piqued. In his past life, no player had ever discovered this dungeon, making it extremely rare in the US region, which had a massive player base.
Based on the quest details, the Imperial Count, Augusir, and his faction had enslaved the bloodsuckers and created two “Blissful Sanctuaries.” Players would need to continue clearing the Count’s forces.
“Does anyone know where Ursula is?” Orson spoke loudly, his voice ringing out across the tavern.
The atmosphere grew tense. Orson could hear the subtle sounds of blades being unsheathed.
Bosulu sneered, “What do you think you’re doing, kid? I’ll give you a chance to live—get out of Blissful Sanctum now!”
A five-second countdown appeared before Orson.
Based on his experience, Orson knew that according to the normal quest flow, players would need to avoid conflict and leave the tavern first, then proceed to extract Ursula’s whereabouts.
But unfortunately for them, Orson wasn’t a normal player.
Without waiting for the countdown to finish, Orson raised his Supreme Arcane Blade and slashed out. Dark red energy surged, and a loud crash followed.
Bosulu’s expression blanked as his expensive clothes ripped apart. In the next second, blood sprayed everywhere as his head and body were separated!
Critical Hit: -4,000,000!
The NPCs in the tavern were left stunned, not yet processing what had happened. Orson lowered his body slightly, seemingly aware of every movement around him. With ease, he dodged the heavy strikes from two thugs.
Orson’s eyes flashed coldly as he released another deadly strike, using his Demon Slayer Spear.
Physical damage reduction removed!
Critical Hit: -8,000,000!
Critical Hit: -8,000,000!
The two elite thugs, each with 4 million HP, exploded into bloody chunks. The tavern was splattered with gore as their bodies disintegrated into pieces.
“Where is Ursula?” Orson spoke again, his voice icy.
The remaining NPCs, horrified, began to retreat, trembling in fear.
“Do you know, priest?” Orson’s gaze fell upon a high-ranking Holy Light Church priest.
The priest stuttered, “I… how would I know? Ask them!” He then frantically rushed into the crowd.
Orson, uninterested in wasting time, raised his hand and cast Nether Slash, the sound of wailing ghosts filling the air.
With the freezing effect, the priest froze in place. The dark red cross-shaped sword energy fell, splitting him into pieces.
The NPCs recoiled in terror, their faces pale as they backed away, afraid to make a move.
Orson sighed. These NPCs thought they could easily manipulate the rise and fall of a race. But when a demon, who had climbed to the top through the bones of others, stood before them…
The concept of “domination” became a joke.
“I am no savior,” Orson muttered, his Supreme Arcane Blade dripping with blood as he stepped forward, his every move the embodiment of his will.
“I’ll show you what true evil is,” he whispered as he continued forward, every strike taking the life of another.