Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

I lowered my sword. The blood above formed a river of blood, making every step I took leave behind the stench of blood.

‘I’ve learned a lot of things this time.’

‘For instance, how many people I can kill with my stamina.’

I huffed and puffed as walked up to the last man.

‘Who is this again? I can’t remember. Is he a King or a lord? I don’t remember, nor do I care. How’s he any different to the dismembered corpses behind me? He looks terrified and my sword is raised high up. There’s nothing different.’

I looked at his neck. My expression remained the same.

‘I felt that my conscience was being tortured when I killed the first person. I felt sick when I killed the second person. After I killed the third person, I had an odd feeling. When I killed the fourth and fifth person, I felt the urge to toy with them. When I killed the sixth, seventh and eighth, I laughed manically. Now for this last one. I no longer feel any emotion.’

I swung my blade emotionlessly as if I was slicing bread with a knife.

The Elven King sword is incredibly sharp. It cuts through skin, flesh and bone as smooth as butter. My target’s terrified expression didn’t change after I had lopped off one of his arms.