Living Hell

In less than 20 minutes, the massacre caused by Dilan had painted the entire street red.

Small streams of blood flowed down the street but Dilan's eyes looked at all of this with an odd sense of detachment that unnerved him.

'Am I still human?' That was the only question that flashed through his mind.

He was actually not sure why he didn't feel remorse after killing several hundred monsters. It was only fortunate that he didn't feel excited with all the blood around him.

Nonetheless, it was not as if he was disgusted either. Blood had become a constant companion to Dilan.

Usually, one would feel weird at the sight of hundreds of liters of blood but Dilan had collected the Essence crystals of all monsters while merely ensuring to not slip on the ground as if it was muddy water and not corpses he walked over.

His backpack was overflowing with his spoils of war, while his surrounding looked worse than the most terrifying Chamber of Torture.