EVIL SYSTEM

The butler's corpse was embedded in the wall. His face was the epitome of surprise and horror.

In a vain attempt, he tried to remove the spear from his body, but after a few weak attempts and some convulsions, the butler died.

The blood painted the wall, dripping and creating a picture of horror and cruelty.

"Ahhhhh!!" Cecil screamed in sheer terror.

"Damn it!" Grigor didn't think twice and ran toward the basement.

Magdalena couldn't believe what she was seeing and fell to the floor, staring at the wall where the butler was pinned in disbelief.

Her hands and legs trembled.

A lightning bolt flashed in the darkness, revealing the dark and macabre scene.

It also revealed the large shadow projected across the grand hall.

Standing at the window and staring at them with his bloodied face, Ben took his time to look at each of them.

Just as he had done at the start of the hunt.

Cecil fled in terror, without any clear direction—he just wanted to be as far away from this place as possible.

Ben entered through the large window. Large shards of glass fell on him, but they caused no harm or injury. He stood in the middle of the grand hall, looking at Magdalena, who was on the floor in complete shock.

Ben approached Magdalena, but a strong gust of wind slammed him against the wall.

"Run, Magda!" The man on the second floor jumped and landed softly on the ground.

Currents of air cushioned his fall.

Ben got up as if nothing had happened. He felt no great pain, even though he had made a small hole in the wall.

Magdalena remained on the floor, watching the scene without reacting.

The man clenched his teeth and charged at Ben, slamming his shoulder into Ben's chest and pinning him against the wall.

The wall couldn't withstand the force, and both of them crashed through it, landing in what appeared to be a very luxurious living room.

Ben rolled on the floor for a few seconds and got up again as if nothing had happened.

He even casually brushed off the dirt from his body.

Without giving the man time to breathe, Ben raised both hands and chanted.

[Wind Slash]

A strong wind blew through the room, and without even a chance to dodge, a long, deep cut appeared on Ben's chest and abdomen.

Ben lowered his head, frowned, and touched his wound. He looked back at the man, who stared at him as if he couldn't believe he had only made a cut.

Crouching slowly to the ground, Ben touched the floor with his bloodied hand and whispered.

[Cursed Space]

Immediately, the lights dimmed. The fire burning in the grand fireplace seemed suppressed by a supernatural force that prevented it from emitting the light and warmth it normally would.

The man clenched his teeth and tried to attack again.

[Wind Slash]

Nothing appeared at his call—not a single gust of wind.

His face turned abnormally pale with purple tints.

Blood began to pour from his eyes, nose, and ears.

Screams of pain and horror filled his ears. The screams of all the people he had killed in his life.

They seemed to seek vengeance and stared at him with bloodlust.

Cough, cough.

The man began coughing blood, disoriented and terrified.

"What is this?"

His blood was strangely dark, almost black.

Distracted, Ben grabbed his head and slammed it forcefully against the wall.

As before, the wall couldn't withstand the force and gave way.

Magdalena watched in horror as her husband's head protruded from the hole in the wall.

Ben continued slamming his head against the wall until half of it had collapsed.

The man tried to use his magic, but every time he did, it spiraled out of control, and he was plagued by those horrific hallucinations.

His face was painted with the black blood pouring from his orifices.

Unable to use his magic, he resorted to his fists but quickly discovered that matching strength with Ben was a lost cause.

He received many blows from Ben, each one breaking a bone.

He had no choice but to use his knives.

He possessed the martial art of dual knives. With the help of his silent martial art, he made several cuts on Ben, but none were deep.

Ben seemed puzzled by his movements, and although he was faster, the unpredictability of the man's attacks made him difficult to deal with.

"I've got you!" In a quick feint, the man pretended to attack Ben's groin but halfway through changed direction and aimed his knife at Ben's face.

Just as the man was inwardly celebrating, Ben intercepted the knife with his hand, not caring if he cut himself in the process.

The man tried to push the knife toward Ben's face, but the knife seemed immovable.

On the contrary, the knife was slowly forced back toward his own face.

"Arrgggg!" The man screamed in pain as the blade cut his face vertically from his forehead to his chin.

But it didn't stop there. Ben made the knife continue downward, creating a deep cut across his chest.

"Arrggjkjk, let me go!!" The man screamed in horror, his eyes wide as he saw what Ben was doing. "Nooooo!!"

Ben bent the knife and made a deep, horizontal cut across his abdomen.

Blood and intestines began spilling out of his stomach.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The man's scream echoed throughout the mansion, sending chills down the spines of everyone who heard it.

Ben was even crueler, grabbing his intestines, pulling them out of his abdomen, and tying them around his neck.

Ben began to strangle the man, and he fought with all his might.

He clutched his neck in misery and pain. The lack of air, the pain in his abdomen, in his face.

His face was twisted in agony and reluctance.

Magdalena simply watched as her husband's struggles grew weaker and weaker until they ceased entirely.

Ben ignored Magdalena for the moment. He didn't need to confirm the man's death—the large number of evil points that appeared in his vision was proof enough.

He released the man and walked toward his abdomen. Without changing his expression, he finished pulling out his intestines and used them to tie him to the stairs leading to the second floor, leaving him hanging there.

When all that was done, he turned his gaze to Magdalena.

She was so terrified that a puddle of urine had formed beneath her.

"Please, don't hurt me," Magdalena was a sea of tears. Her eyes were red, and her expression was pitiful, evoking compassion. "I've never done anything to you. In fact, I've never harmed anyone. I've always been against this bloody tradition."

Ben's determination wavered for a second. He wasn't a psychopath who enjoyed making others suffer.

That's why he had let Ethan and the servants who had nothing to do with his personal vengeance go.

He also had a particular aversion to harming women.

Ben was in a dilemma, torn between his immense desire for revenge—which no longer targeted just Grigor but also this twisted family—and his own moral boundaries.

His eyes shone with intelligence as he ordered, "Use your magic."

"What?" Magdalena asked, not fully understanding his words. "Do you want me to attack you?"

"No," Ben shook his head. "I just want you to use your magic."

Magdalena still didn't understand, but as Ben approached and took the axe from his back, she had no choice but to obey.

A ball of water began to form in her hands, but suddenly her expression twisted horribly.

"Arrrrggggggggggggggg!!!!"

Black blood poured from her orifices, and with a crazed expression, she began tearing out her hair, almost as if she wanted to forcibly remove the voices in her head.

Ben clenched his teeth, furious.

Furious at the woman for trying to deceive him by pretending to be innocent when she had caused so much harm to others.

Furious at himself for almost falling for her tricks, and furious that, even knowing the dark evil within her, his will still hesitated when it came to lowering the axe.

"Arrrrrgggggggg!"

Ben screamed like a madman, trying to rid his mind of all thoughts. All feelings of doubt and indecision emptied from his mind completely, and he simply raised and lowered the axe again and again. Over and over, without stopping.

Ben looked like a madman who didn't stop even when he had already split Magdalena's body in half.

Turning his crazed gaze to the ceiling, he let out all his feelings in a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Ben felt like he had crossed some psychological limit. He knew that if the same situation arose again, he wouldn't hesitate to kill, no matter how beautiful or pitiful the woman seemed.

With red eyes, he looked up at the second floor. He had seen Cecil flee to that place, and he had also seen where Grigor had run, but he wanted to save him for last.

He wanted to savor every moment with him. Just as Grigor had done with him at that cold torture table.