Chapter 2

When Krystian stepped through the portal, he was greeted by the sight of a breathtakingly beautiful forest. Birds chirped in the background, and he could spot deer roaming around peacefully, either having a drink or nibbling on the surrounding plants. The temperature was pleasantly mild, and the sun's rays added a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere. The scene before him seemed like something out of a fairytale land, if only for a moment.

In the distance, among the trees, Krystian's attention was drawn to an unusual sight. There, right in front of him, stood a mushroom with doors, windows, and smoke billowing from its chimney. It was far from normal, at least in his experience. Intrigued, he decided to approach and investigate this newfound discovery. As he got closer, a transparent screen materialized in front of his eyes.

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<Dungeon of the Smurfs>Mission: Kill 102 Smurfs and deliver their corpses to Gargamel.

Side mission: Defeat Papa Smurf (boss).

Reward: Jeans x1.

Extra Reward: ??????

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As Krystian read the contents of his tasks, he stared at the screen for a prolonged moment. Trying to comprehend the situation and how to best manage his emotions within it, his body remained motionless while his mind raced. Then, suddenly, a burst of manic laughter erupted from his mouth, betraying the observation of those who knew him—be it friends, family, or acquaintances—as a cheerful, friendly person with a big heart. The truth, however, was a bit different.

He did indeed possess a caring heart for those who held importance in his life. However, he concealed his slightly darker side from everyone else. It all began with his thirst for revenge against the bullies in middle school, where he first found pleasure in causing harm to others. This event ignited his fascination with villains, antiheroes, and stories that portrayed characters of pure evil. By immersing himself in their adventures and actions, he eagerly nourished and developed his dark side. Now, for the first time, he felt the exhilarating breath of freedom, which unleashed a maniacal laughter as he relinquished control to his inner demon. With a demonic smile, he uttered the iconic words:

(Krystian) - Hahahaha... How I hate the Smurfs.

In the next moment, Krystian found himself in a trance-like state, not fully comprehending the unfolding events. A surge of adrenaline, joy, and various emotions coursed through him, intensifying his pleasure in the task at hand—the extermination of the Smurf village.

Eagerly, Krystian made his way toward the village, concealed amidst the trees, which Gargamel had relentlessly sought. The reason behind the village's elusiveness was speculated by Krystian to be a result of some magical spell, but at that moment, such details were inconsequential to him. With a smile on his face and occasional evil laughter, Krystian danced towards the village.

Along his path, he noticed a seemingly ordinary oak tree with a thick branch. Approaching the tree, he effortlessly snapped off the branch, its ease surprising him but only further enhancing his peculiar mood. Swiftly, he removed the small twigs and sharpened one end of the stick, resulting in a 1.5-meter weapon with a pointed edge.

As Krystian neared the Smurf village, the air was filled with the sounds of joyful laughter and singing, and the enchanting realm seemed even more delightful and fantastical than before.

Something deep within Krystian's heart rejoiced at the thought of what he was about to do.

When Krystian arrived at the village, the music seemed to abruptly cease, and all the Smurfs who were outside their mushroom-shaped cottages stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at Krystian. The sight of a naked young man with sadistic eyes fixated on their small bodies filled the air with tension.

For a long moment, Krystian and the group of approximately 80 Smurfs locked eyes, a palpable silence engulfing the scene. Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone, including Krystian, the only blonde Smurf emerged from her cottage completely unclothed. The toadstool-shaped hut with red doors and windows served as her abode.

Smurfette cautiously ventured out, her intention seemingly to sneak quietly toward her own home. However, as her gaze fell upon Krystian, she let out a panicked scream.

(Smurfette) - BIG PENISS!!!

And thus, the slaughter commenced. Krystian sprinted wildly, thrusting his sharpened stick through the bodies of the Smurfs as if it were a macabre dance. Occasionally, he would even seize them with his bare hands and impale them on the sticks. The scene was gruesome, with one Smurf, sporting round glasses, being stabbed not in the stomach like the others, but in the buttocks, much like the one with blonde hair who had been shouting about his little brother.

After a few minutes, all the Smurf houses lay in ruins, reduced to rubble. All 101 Smurfs were impaled on sticks, their lifeless forms resembling meat skewers. As Krystian surveyed the aftermath, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. It wasn't that the Smurfs had posed a challenge in terms of strength; on the contrary, they were exceedingly weak. Crushing their heads required little effort, merely a flick of two fingers. None of the Smurfs posed a genuine threat. However, a troubling realization gnawed at Krystian's mind—it was his own psyche. He felt no remorse whatsoever, and the panicked cries of the Smurfs had even brought him joy. Though piling Smurfette onto the stick was excessive, his utter lack of compassion toward these innocent creatures left him grappling with a dilemma about his own identity.

(??) - My Smurfs... nooooo...

When Krystian turned toward the voice, he noticed Papa Smurf, a white-bearded Smurf adorned in red pants and a hat, weeping as he gazed at the stick filled with the lifeless bodies of 101 Smurfs. As Krystian observed, he saw Papa Smurf rising, his eyes filled with fury. Blue sparks crackled around his small blue hands. Acting swiftly, Krystian grabbed a small stove from the wreckage of one of the Smurf houses and hurled it toward Papa Smurf before the vengeful Smurf could retaliate for the murder of his kin. Thankfully, the stove hurtled at such velocity that the impact snapped Papa Smurf's neck, ending his threat. With a calm demeanor, Krystian approached the lifeless body and added Papa Smurf to the grim collection. He then continued on his journey, and after less than an hour of searching, a distinctive stone house appeared before his eyes.