Absolute Depravity: Reincarnated with a lustful System



Although he was supposed to meet up with the duke as soon as he reached the duchy after what he's been through that was no longer an option. The news of his retreat during his fight with Kane had already circulated Laria's major cities, and although it didn't affect his plan, his priorities had certainly changed. Prowling the street looking for exactly what had interested the emperor about this tiny place, Razor ran into a bunch of men passing around small parcels of drugs.

"Really? They are producing Misha, here?" A bit disappointed by his find, he kept watching from afar as two guards approached the men carrying boxes.

However, as the guards simply evaded the men walking out the front door of the rundown inn, Razor knew that something was wrong. Even though the packages were tightly shut, there was no way a guard wouldn't smell the pundit smell the drug let off, and even if they did miss it by chance, watching two men taking out loaded boxes upon boxes from the empty inn was already suspicious enough on its own.

"Do I now have to do their jobs as well? I was supposed to be fighting a demon nest in Gaia," disgruntled by the guards, Razor climbed out of the tear in space and appeared in front of the men loading up the carriage. "Alright gents, who first?"

Taking out his fencer he flipped it like a knife before holding it level with their eyes. Shocked by his sudden appearance the men stood there petrified for a moment until one of them dropped the box in his hands and began running back into the empty inn. Following his lead, the other tried to turn around as well, but unfortunately for him, Razor only needed one of them to show him the base of operation.

"Too late, too slow, too moronic," he whispered as a bolt of thunder blasted the man into shreds.

'Ughh! My suit…' The splatter of blood splashing onto his clothes made him even more disgruntled than before.

"Reality alter: get the blood off of my clothes," scanning his body like an x-ray, the ability reconstructed his clothes without any blood. "Now let's see…"

Walking into the inn, he took his time to look around the decrepit place. The air heavy with dust irritated his throat, and the little light the lamps were giving was near to non-existent. Turning to the reception, he saw a beautiful brunette working the counter. Her hair tied into a tail, she wore a warm smile on her red-painted lips.

"How can I help you?" She asked, pretending to correct her work apron. "Oh! Sorry…"

Intentionally making it fall off of her body, she revealed under it her lusty top showing off more than half of her breasts.

"Where is the production line?" Razor asked, uninterested in the women's attempts at seduction. "And don't lie to me, I've just roasted one of you alive on the road outside."

Upon hearing what he'd done, her whole demeanor changed. Widening her eyes in shock, she tried to look out of the front door, however, as the door blocked the view, she turned back to the man with a fear gripped heart.

"I-I don…" staggering through her words, she began sweating from anxiety.

Realizing that she wasn't about to give out information without some help from his fencer, Razor slowly made his way toward the counter.

"Look lady, I don't wanna hurt you, but I can burn this place down with you in it if it comes down to it," shooting her a menacing smirk, he stabbed his fencer on top of the wood counter.

Unsure what to do, the lady fidgeted in place staring at Razor's dead serious expression.

"So where's the entrance to this drug den?" He asked, leaning against the counter.

Glancing sideways, she hesitated for a moment, but then fearing for her life, she stepped slightly off from where she was standing. Quickly getting down to her knees she reached to open the latch leading into the basement.

"I-I can leave, r-right?" She asked, nervously cackling.

"Go," he replied.

The moment she heard that word, a relieved smile crept up on her face. Following his instruction, she started walking towards the exit, but before she could get out, Razor whistled out loud to get her attention back on him.

"Reality Alter: Wither," he mumbled, cursing her beauty.

Looking at him in confusion she didn't realize what he'd just done, but as her body slowly began to ache, she brought her hand in front of her eyes to investigate what was happening. Like a dried bark her flesh was losing luster, and by the time she looked back up at Razor, her muscles shrank so much that her clothes all fell off of her body.

"You shouldn't try to seduce the reaper," he said, leaving her behind to age up until she died of accelerated aging.

"N-Noooo! St-sto-" trying to make him stop her gums gave in, making her teeth all off and stab her into the mouth.

By the time Razor was getting down the last few steps into the drug den, the once beautiful lady was nothing but a lifeless wither. Waiting for him in the basement were about a hundred men armed with anything and everything they could find inside the cramped place. Seeing them gathered up by the stairs, Razor simply gave them an unamused look before deciding to cull down on the herd.

"I only need one of you alive," trying to spy out the leader of the operation, Razor spotted a single man with marginally better clothes cowering at the very back.

Hiding behind a work counter, he peaked out at Razor but as their eyes quickly met he hid instantly behind it again.

"Thunderbird…" a few seconds after he used the ability, his body was flung forward with a thunderous aura incinerating all the men standing in his path.

The embers from their burned bodies spread out to the Misha. As the fumes from the hallucinogenic drug began to fill up the basement even Razor knew it wasn't safe to stay there much longer.

"You're coming with me," he said, grabbing the leader cowering on the ground.

"Wait! Let me go, I'll do anything! I'll even give you money!" the coward tried to barter, but Razor was not at all interested.

"I'll let you go, but first show me what else this duchy is hiding," glaring down at the leader with his cold blue eyes, Razor smiled at him like the menace he was. "You'd do that, won't you?"

The crazy in his eyes gave the leader no other option but to agree to his demands. Gulping down to calm down, he violently shook his head in agreement.

"Alright then," pulling the leader further up by his shirt, Razor didn't even wait for him to stand. "Realm tear: Take us out of this inferno."

Opening a bright lapis tear in space, Razor walked right in with his guide in hand.