Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Ascent of Wrath: The Ticking Bomb

Raina's ascent did not begin with a speech, but with an absolute silence that devoured the city's noise.

In the official records of the User Association, March 14th is known as the day the "background noise" of the slums simply stopped.

"Such noisy enthusiasm for simple numbers... You really are like a child who gets excited to see they've grown a milliter, Master."

Psychic energy detection radars, which usually captured thousands of small fluctuations of anger, fear, and despair in the red zones, suddenly showed a black void.

An area spanning a three-kiloter radius where human emotions had ceased to exist or, rather, had been reclaid.

"Not at all..."

For the civilian population, "Raina's Fall" was an obscene joke, a story to tell in bars about how the strongest woman in the world had beco a broken toy.

"4,000 units is such an insignificant amount that even a flea could get them while sleeping, but I suppose for soone with your... peculiar focus, it is quite an achievent."

But on that day, the joke died in everyone's throat.

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Those victims did not die imdiately; instead, ergency service reports described a scene that defied psychiatric logic...

"...I suppose your optimism is the only thing keeping this journey from being utterly tedious."

Hundreds of n, from petty pickpockets to drug kingpins, were found walking in perfect circles, their eyes vacant and a smile branded into their faces.

"Anyway... doesn't this count as being positive...?"

They did not respond to stimuli; they felt no hunger, they felt no pain.

Their minds had been "emptied" to make room for a single external will.

It was at that mont that public opinion began to shift from contempt to primordial dread.

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But as Raina's strength and power advanced, she herself suffered more and more from psychic corruption, constantly feeling the collective rage of every conscious living being.

"I sigh because your joy is irritatingly contagious, Master. But very well... let's open your toy box. Let's see what new curse you've decided to add to my collection today."

Nevertheless, despite that, she maintained her sense of self by anchoring and depending on the very system she used to—or rather, still—hated, as it was her only form of connection with the "player" entity that had beco her anchor.

[ENTITY STATUS: ANOMALY EX] Na: Raina

Occupation: [First Demonic Lord of Wrath]

Level: 457 (TRANSCENDENTAL)

HP: 9,850,200 / 9,850,200

PP (Psychic Potential): ████████ (FURY OVERLOAD)

STR: 145,902

DEX: 138,400

VIT: 112,603

AGI: 98,603

MND: 550,307

INT: 128,729

LUK: 76,548 (STATIC - PLAYER'S BLESSING)

Nonetheless, as she continued to gain more power, she beca increasingly unstable and dependent...

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The civilian population of nearby cities began to report a phenonon of "unbearable atmospheric pressure," while Raina's re presence warped the reality of a world that was now too small for her.

[PASSIVE SKILL: SIN EVOLUTION] Skill: [Primordial Wrath Domain - Rank EX]

Effect: Replaces energy consumption with the absorption of environntal hatred.

Nullifies any ntal resistance of a rank lower than SSS.

Converts damage received into a psychic damage multiplier (x 5000).

But even her endurance had a limit.

"...Cut, separate, detach. First the nails, one by one, so they cannot cling to what is mine. Then the tendons, yes, the threads that allow you to flee. Clean cut, midsection, deep incision."

Finally, she had reached the point where her mind was crumbling without the presence of her "anchor," suffering from withdrawal and thinking purely of ways to bring suffering to every being in creation...

"Extract the tongue so your silence is for alone. Crush the phalanges, break the radius, splinter the ulna... crunch, crunch, crunch. A hamr for the knees, a scalpel for the eyelids, so you can never stop looking at . Empty, drain, cauterize... no, better to let it bleed, to paint the floor a red as vivid as my love."

... She had broken; nevertheless...

There was still sothing that kept her "sane" and reaffird that she was still herself.

"You're late, Master... What should we do today?"

Because of this, she imdiately regained her composure and, with an elegant smile, received her "player" with a calm that belied her previous state, in which she hid the "remnants" of her usual venting with a single thought.