Chapter 270: Out of Control

"To create, to destroy, with such priceless entities, it's nothing short of the pinnacle of beauty that humanity could reach," he mused, sounding like a philosopher reflecting on his collection.

In his eyes, destruction seemed to be synonymous with beauty. Furious magic rained down, crushing everything like insignificant ants, effortlessly obliterating life.

Yet he perceived this as the epitome of beauty.

Violet shook her head, "I knew there were lunatics and perverts in this world, but I never thought I'd meet one in person."

As soon as she had finished speaking, the man, who resembled a jester, burst into uproarious laughter.

His laugh resembled a drake desperately calling for a mate.

"Do you think I'm insane or perverted?"

Repeating her words, he found it so amusing that he was incapable of stopping his laughter.

He then quieted his laughter.

"You have something you must know," he said with theatrical exaggeration.