Jake went on killing people. After some time, he heard the system's notification.
[Ding! You have filled the quota.]
[Inhabitants killed (1000/1000)]
However, he didn't stop there. The people cried and ran for their lives, but it was all futile. Jake's purpose was to destroy this whole town and kill every single resident.
An hour passed.
Crimson, fresh blood drenched his robe and body. It was dripping from the tip of his collars and his hair. Jake was standing at the center of the town, now in his true form.
The souls of the dead were bound under his feet, crying in agony. They wanted to pull him down with them to the underworld, but a strange force prevented them from doing so.
They were like beings of white smoke. Faces distorted, bodies connected to each other. Whenever they opened their mouths, they made languid, hoarse sounds.
''Aaaa…''
''Wooo…''
