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Capítulo 1881: Ghost Mobs
Villain Ch 1881. Ghost Mobs
He raised his hand.
The aura twisted around his arm like a coil of smoke and fire. His eyes flared with that sharp, demonic heat.
“Hellfire Rain.”
The sky didn’t rumble. It just broke.
Cracks tore across the heavens like the world’s skull had split. Black fire poured through the seams, falling in heavy, slow-motion drops of ruin. Each one hit the corn with a soft hiss—like raindrops through oil—and then erupted.
-BOOM!
-BOOM!
-BOOM!
Flames devoured the field. Orange fire and black smoke rolled across the dying stalks, setting the world alight in shades of infernal wrath.
The scarecrows screamed—high, wet sounds like wet fabric tearing from bone. They thrashed. Twitched. Some tried to run. Some just burned where they stood.
[Mini-Encounter Complete: Hollow Scarecrows]
[EXP Gained: +27,000]
[Items Looted: Tattered Charm (Cursed), Rusted Wedding Ring, Empty Straw Heart x4]
[Corruption Gauge: +3%]
Allen lowered his arm slowly. The last of the flames licked around his boots before dying out. Ash settled like snow. The corn was nothing but black stalks and smoking roots now.
And then—
Footsteps.
Soft at first. But getting closer.
Dozens. Maybe more. Not fast. Not panicked.
Marching.
Allen’s grip tightened on his blade. “We’re not alone.”
Zoe stepped beside him, her voice low. “How many?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Figures began to emerge through the ash-fog. From the woods. From between the trees. From behind the burnt scarecrow posts.
Men. Women. Children. Dozens of them.
Old peasants in wedding rags. Townsfolk in formalwear from a century ago. Some still wore veils. Some had no eyes. Some carried tools—ropes, shovels, a rusted bridal crown. All of them walked like puppets.
But they weren’t alive.
[Entity Detected: Ghost Mobs – No Level]
[Note: Ethereal. Cannot be killed.]
Vivian’s smile faltered slightly. “Oh. I hate this kind of crowd.”
They surrounded the group—but didn’t attack.
They were focused.
On the girl.
She tried to back away, slipping through the corn stubs, but it was no use. The ghosts closed in like a wave. Pale hands gripped her wrists, ankles, hair.
“No! No, please—NO!” she screamed.
Shea lunged, wings flaring. “Let her go!”
Her blade-feathers sliced through one of the ghosts.
But nothing happened.
No scream. No blood.
Just fog, breaking and reforming.
“They’re not solid,” Jane muttered. “They’re not here. Not fully.”
“They’re memories,” Allen growled. “But they think they’re real.”
The girl thrashed. “LET ME GO! I DON’T WANT THIS! I DON’T WANT TO BE A BRIDE!”
One of the ghosts—an older woman with a torn lace veil—pressed a skeletal finger to the girl’s lips. “Shhh. The bride must be quiet.”
A tall man with a sackcloth hood lifted her by the waist. Another slipped a rusted chain around her ankles. One ghost dusted her hair with dry petals.
“This isn’t real,” Larissa hissed, fangs bared. “This can’t be—”
“It is,” Allen said coldly. “To them, it is.”
The ghosts began to chant.
“Here’s the bride. Here’s the bride. The landlord waits with arms open wide.”
Vivian stepped forward, whip in hand. “We’re letting this happen?”
“They’re not touchable,” Allen growled. “We try—”
The ghosts lifted the girl into the air. She kicked. Screamed.
“PLEASE! PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO GO! I DON’T WANT TO—”
And then—
They vanished.
Snuffed like a candle.
No smoke. No sound.
Just gone.
The girl’s last scream echoed like a bell between mountains.
The ground shook.
And then the actual bell tolled.
Deep. Low.
Real.
Allen turned his head toward it. Slowly. Like his spine had frozen halfway and had to catch up.
“Now,” he whispered, “we’re going to the landlord.”
The fog peeled back just enough to reveal the path ahead. A stone bridge. Tall iron gates. Trees curled overhead like black ribs.
Beyond them, barely visible…
A manor.
Tall. Crooked. Overgrown with vines that looked like veins. The windows glowed faintly.
Like something inside was awake.
Quest updated.
[Main Objective: Reach the Landlord’s Manor]
[Secondary Objective: Recover the Bride and Purge the Curse]
[Warning: Event Flag Triggered – Corruption Threshold Approaching Critical Level]
Allen’s eyes narrowed. His fingers curled around the hilt of his sword again.
“She’s not gone,” he said. “Not yet.”
Zoe cracked her knuckles. “So what’s the plan?”
Allen started walking toward the gate.
“We burn the landlord too.”
The others fell in behind him without a word. The road leading up to the manor was stone, but so worn down by time and rot that it felt more like broken bone under their boots. Vines thick as wrists crawled across the walls, twisting like veins up the gate’s rusted bars.
The sky overhead had bled into a murky gray—no stars, no moon, just that pale stretch of nothing above them, like they were already inside something else’s ribcage.
The gate loomed. Massive. Gothic. Sharp iron tips crusted with old rust—or dried blood. Probably both.
Allen stepped forward to push it open.
And the world flickered.
Like a flame choked by wind.
Then—
The fog pulled tight like a noose, and everything changed.
The iron gate vanished.
The stone path became dirt again.
And they weren’t alone.
A memory.
Alive and breathing around them.
The girl.
Standing in the center of a mob.
Her wrists bound. Her eyes wide. She wore a veil too big for her head, dragging across the dirt. Her dress was torn at the sleeves. Her feet were bare.
Around her—people. Shouting, chanting. Pitchforks raised. Torches flickering.
“Bring her!”
“The landlord waits!”
“Debt must be paid!”
The fog peeled back more. And among them…
Allen saw him.
Greg.
Still bald. Still broad-shouldered. Still grinning that goddamned country grin.
Only this time it was wrong. Rotten.
And beside him—
A woman. Thin. Pale. Her eyes sharp. Cold. Her hands folded like a noblewoman, but her dress was homespun. Her mouth never moved.
Vivian stepped forward slightly. “That’s him,” she muttered. “That’s Garlic Greg.”
“And his wife?” Zoe asked, voice dark.
Jane’s shadow twitched under her feet. “Has to be.”
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