
Ever since the titan continent fell on humans, life here seemed as usual, people lived as it should even though this land was not their own.
Rion let out a long sigh while giving some money to the receptionist of the inn he visited.
Now that she was no longer a goddess all this was none of her business, throwing away the thought that she was laying her body on a soft bed.
All he was worried about now were just two, his friend who was somehow unknown to his existence and the figure of Nightmare who would probably destroy this world before thinking any further he only had to grow stronger.
Closing both eyes, the next morning Rion re-opened his business, different from the previous visitors increased.
The thing that makes him confused is that the number of men who visit him more than women, why? Maybe because of his chest.
Rion shook his chest and somehow many people gave money away without foreseen.
"It's a sweet victory" said Rion smiling happily.
The woman who was Rion's first customer appeared while crying. Really in an instant the pleasure of Rion turned grim as well.
"He's a bad guy, he fucks a lot of women and has fun every day, the money I give him he uses to go to the brothel."
Hearing that Rion's expression was getting harder, he just said.
"I understand, what a pity," every time the woman stopped talking.
"I hope he dies."
Hearing those words, Rion finally realized something important. He had to collect the deadly sin and he thought that the man this woman meant was someone fit to achieve his goal.
I'm a goddess if I can kill someone, no. I'm not a goddess, I'm just an ordinary elf now.
Although the sin of lust is not suitable for fighting, but each sin has an important role for each other and if one is not fulfilled, the real power will not come out.
The woman thanked Rion by giving one gold coin but Rion refused and only asked for one silver coin as usual.
"From now on look for a good partner" said Rion, nodding lightly as she smiled with a slightly better feeling.
The night before Rion's departure from the city, a man seemed to stagger on the deserted streets with a bottle of wine in his hands.
Realizing that someone had fallen in front of him, he rushed to help him, not because he had a good heart, but he was a man who could not ignore the beautiful girl in front of him.
The fragrant aroma of his body is very alluring, no exception if someone is a woman.
"You're fine," the man asked as he rubbed the saliva in his mouth.
"My feet are sprained, but I have to go home now."
"I'll drive you."
"You want? Thank God, I live alone at the end of that alley."
The girl pointed to a quiet alley which made the man even more excited than before.
He carefully brought the girl to the place he asked for before passing through the alley he preferred to knock the woman down.
"Ah what's up?"
"Before you go home let's have a little fun."
The girl grinned happily, as the man climbed up his body about to touch his sensitive organ, what he got was not a satisfaction but something like a piercing cold, the cold turned into a hot, hot feeling, over time it gets hotter and hotter.
He finally realized something important, a dagger had been stuck in his stomach.
When the man could not say anything, the figure of the silver-haired girl kicked him in the stomach until he was lying on the floor.
"Guakhs."
Blood spurted from his mouth, an unbearable pain made the man could only groan in pain.
"I'm sorry I had to kill you, but I don't think anyone will be sad for you."
"I can't be. Who are you?"
Before the question from her was answered the man had breathed his last, the silver girl started making magic circles out of the man's blood.
He chanted a mantra as the circle began to shine while standing in the middle.
He once again saw the lifeless man's body and put on a robe before leaving, this was not merely granting the request of a grieving woman, this was all in order to prevent a bigger disaster from happening later on.