Slowly, three people came to a climax. The man lays down, the woman lays down, and Wilford felt a weakness in his legs.

Now's your chance. The voice says.

A struggle appears on Wilford's face, but eventually, he grits his teeth and takes out his dagger. He needed to learn magic. If he ever had a chance of becoming great, he needed magic.

Under the dim lights, Wilford approaches the resting figures.

Unknowingly, the system also cooperated and erased any sense of Wilford's presence.

Then, with one thrust, Wilford became a murderer. For the chance at glory he chose to stain his hands. As for whether the glory that was earned in this way was worth anything, that was up to the heaven’s to decide.

Blood flows, released from the constraints of its eternal path. The man grabs at his neck and looks at Wilford with wide eyes. But he could do nothing. Slowly, the life drained from him.

A gasps is heard. “What are you doing!? You beast!” The lady exclaims.

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Seeing her two breasts presenting themselves, the smell of blood in the air, and the gasping of breath from a dying man, Wilford’s mind was immediately reduced to that of an animal’s. He doesn’t hesitate and leaps to push the lady down, not caring about the blood soaked bed. Then he did what an animal would instinctively do.

“Oh! What a beast! Gently! Gently!” The woman moans.

The system couldn’t help but laugh. These two pieces of trash belong together. He comments, amused.

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Three blood soaked bodies laid on the bed. One without life, the two others weakened by their passion.

The lady lets out a sigh. “Ah, what did you do? You’ve put my plans to waste. He hasn’t finished passing on his knowledge to me. If you had waited 2 more years, I would have killed him myself.” The lady says.

Wilford’s bloodstained hands caressed the lady’s bloodstained face. “Seeing you in the arms of another man, I couldn’t stop myself.” He says before leaning in.

The lady lets out a sigh. “How do you know exactly what to say.” She says before letting her lips touch Wilford’s.

The lady leans away once more, thinking of what she should do. “He must have written it all down somewhere. We have to find it. Come on, get up. We have to clean it as best as we can and bury the body. The townsfolk can’t know what happened here.” She says as she gets up, dripping with blood.

“But what about after?” Wilford asks, looking yearningly at the lady’s beautiful blood-stained body.

The lady smiles. “After that… We’ll be together my love.” She says.

Wilford smiles. That was an answer he was satisfied with.

The system lets out a sigh. Is it real love? The sort of love only two people who have nothing else could have? The system wonders. They certainly don’t have morals, that’s for sure. In terms of that, these two are very poor. The system thinks, his amusement growing.

The body was buried, the room cleaned as best as they could, and blood from the two sinners bodies flowed away as easily as the burden on their minds. After taking what they could, these two… these two… Hell’s version of star-crossed lovers… These two left, continuing their journey… With each other…

For trash, they’re not bad. I wonder how far they can go? The system wonders.