"Wait, I won't touch them, I promise, just let me go." He begged. "People like you don't know the meaning of honoring one's word, so it's best to kill you now that way no woman will have to experience your ugly face," I said as I stepped on his kneecap, making him scream out in pain as the sound of his cartilage tearing.
"You fucker!" He yelled, rolling on the floor like a pig bathed in mud. It was a sickening sight to see how someone could become so overweight and still think they were worthy of lying with a woman. If you can't even take care of yourself, how can a woman trust you to take care of her if she gets pregnant? At least have some self-awareness that how you look will affect how women see you. It may sound shallow, but it works both ways.
"Oh, come on, it's only a busted knee, you sound pathetic crying on the floor. After all, we are only getting started and have plenty of time to enjoy this." I said, grabbing one of his arms as he tried to fight it, I punched him in the face, breaking his nose as blood poured out of it. He moved his other hand to it as I grabbed his pinky, twisting it, and a popping sound rang out, making him squeal.
"Thats music to my fucking ears, it could be a hit record if we record it," I said, laughing as his eyes looked at me with hatred. "What, how many girls' lives have you ruined during your time on earth? You hurt so many and now your pissed your being hurt? This is one of the many reasons I can't stand people like you, who play the victim when their sins come back to hurt them. Own that you don't deserve to live, but no you bitch about it till your dying breath you fat fucks aren't men just pigs in human flesh suits." I finished saying as I grabbed two more fingers.
"WA-" He was about to scream something, but only his screams of pain came out as I broke two more fingers, as three of his fingers pointed in different directions. I smirked as I let go of his hand, and he curled up into a ball. I opened the shop and bought a knife, pulled my gloves out of storage, and put them on as I pulled the knife out.
"Lets get you out of the human flesh, after all your aren't a human and don't deserve it." speaking as I grabbed him by his greasy hair pulling it as I took the knife to his face he tried to fight it as the knife started to cut his face taking chunks of skin and fat, like carving a fatty pig. His struggle lasted three minutes as I butchered his face until only bone, teeth, and eyeballs were left. He died a minute into it. I was just making sure to finish the job when I heard pounding on the door.
"New toys for me?" I said, clapping my hands as I pulled up to the shop. Let's pull up a weapon that has been in service for over 100 years—the M2, shall we?" I spoke to myself as I looked at the map. About twenty men were outside the door. I started to mount the M2 about 10 meters away from the door and loaded it. Taking a seat behind it, I pulled the charging handle.
"I need some music for this." I said, pulling my backpack out and grabbing my iPod, "Let's see, I know, let's go with Bullet With A Name by Nonpoint. That's a classic song." I put my earbuds in as I said that and pressed play. Feeling the music for a second before pulling the butterfly trigger, blasting holes in the door and ripping through the people behind it as I emptied the two hundred rounds into the group before it stopped firing, and I got up, storing the M2.
Opening the store once more, I bought a hundred pounds of C4 and a wireless detonator. I placed the C4 around the room and hooked up the wires to each one before taking the wireless controller, putting it in my hoodie pocket, and walking out. I looked at my work of art in the hallway. The wicked painted the wall in glorious fashion. If I took a picture of this, it would definitely win an art award.
I walked up the stairs leading to the back alleyway. No one was out, making me smirk. It was a good distance away from the busy street, where club music and people were drinking, so even if I shot the M2 down there, the odds of people hearing it would be low, as the metal door stopped any rounds from going through.
I walked out of the alleyway when I noticed two people see me coming out. As I started to walk the other way from them, they slowly picked up their pace until I squeezed the detonator, making the C4 go off. They heard that as I disappeared into the panicked crowd of people. After leaving the area, I took off my hoodie and stored it before heading to the train station. It's a good thing I bought black pants, or I would have blood on them for sure.
"How much did I earn from tonight's fun?" I asked the system.
The host killed 23 men who had taken part in NTR habits, earning the host 2.3 million dollars. Starting tomorrow, the host will have missions on targets to earn more money than hunting randomly.
"Sweet, more money for something so easy, I love this world. I get to kill the wicked and get paid to do it. I think I am going to enjoy my new life very much." I said, leaning back in the empty train car. Looking at those zeros, I can see a life full of fun. Whoever this goddess is, I need to build an altar to her and offer a cutout heart or two.