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The sound of rain pattered outside, and apart from that, there was nothing else.
Freya suddenly had a strange illusion, as if she were the only person left in the entire town.
Moreover, after multiple encounters with Spirit, she could vaguely sense a faint aura of resentment slowly gathering in the air, like a thin mist clinging to the ground and gradually spreading.
'Is it Spirit again?' Freya frowned slightly.
She paused for a moment in front of the window, then suddenly reached out her hand to pull back the curtains again.
Outside was pitch black, and the rain flowed down the glass. The White Great Dog on the opposite roof had vanished, leaving only a black dagger stuck there, with a pool of dark red liquid beneath it.
Looking at the solitary dagger, Freya narrowed her eyes slightly and gently touched the wooden windowsill with her hands.
'Swish!'
A flash of green light flickered briefly. Outside the window, a slender wooden tendril extended from the windowsill, slowly growing toward the dagger.
Freya controlled the tendril to wrap around the dagger and bring it back in front of her.
The dagger remained as it was, except for a smear of dark red blood at its tip.
'It seems this is not an illusion.'
Looking at the glaring bloodstain, Freya reached out to grasp the dagger.
A chilling sensation made her frown slightly.
"Bang!"
A burst of green light exploded in her palm, splattering a wave of green Thin Line, mixed with black smoke.
The appearance of the Black Smoke caused Freya to show a serious expression.
"The aura of Negative Energy..."
Suddenly, she remembered something and quickly drew a similar Black Dagger from her waist.
This dagger looked no different on the outside, but the grip was covered in countless black eyes.
At that moment, these eyes were all half-closed, as if they were sleeping.
"Ding."
She flicked the blade with her finger. The previously half-closed black eyes suddenly opened wide, curiously looking around.
"Huh, no reaction? Could it be that this isn't the work of a Spirit?"
The behavior of the black eyes on the dagger left her feeling somewhat uncertain.
If she encountered the dagger Spirit, it would definitely emit a special warning. But now, everything remained the same.
"If it's not Spirit, then what could it be?" Freya lightly tapped her forehead.
With her current strength, there was no way she could be mistaken, and the bloodstains on the dagger confirmed the reality of everything.
She just couldn't understand where this strange feeling was coming from.
Shaking her head, Freya glanced again at the pitch-black window before swiftly pulling the curtains shut.
The room was quiet, with only Viper Blossom emitting a faint glow that illuminated the entire space. The flower center of Viper Blossom resembled a smiling cartoon face, adding an inexplicable eerie feeling to the atmosphere.
Casting a brief glance at the smiling Viper Blossom, Freya reached out and flicked a green Thin Line toward the windowsill. Green vines slowly extended from behind the curtains, eventually covering the glass of the window completely.
Freya cautiously sat back down on the bed, her right hand instinctively resting on the Cross Sword beside her.
Suddenly, she felt a gentle movement beneath the blanket on the bed, as if something alive was hidden inside.
Freya immediately sprang up from the bed, taking a few steps back and staring intently at the blanket. A strange sensation made her heart race.
It was as if she had entered a mystical vision, where countless black smoke tentacles were writhing on the bed, continuously waving and slowly advancing toward her.
She closed her eyes tightly and then suddenly opened them wide.
"Hu"
With a light flick of the Cross Sword, the blanket was instantly lifted.
"Hiss!!!"
In her line of sight.
On the bed beneath the blanket, there were layers upon layers of pale blue Faces. These unfamiliar Faces included men and women, old and young, all wearing the same expression, their mouths constantly opening and closing, their eyes completely white, resembling those who had died from asphyxiation.
And the number of them covered the entire bed.
A chill rushed in from the top of her head, causing Freya's skin to crawl!
She could hardly imagine that she had just been sitting on top of these Faces.
As these faces were exposed, they seemed to flow down like water, quickly spreading out.
Before long, the floor was covered with these terrifying Faces.
"Damn it!"
Her scalp felt like it was exploding. Freya's face was drenched in cold sweat as she stumbled backward, suddenly grabbing the black leather case at the edge of the table. She turned and ran outside.
'Bang'
The door was slammed open and then shut again.
Freya leaned back against the wall of the corridor, pressing her hand forcefully against it.
A strong wave of energy surged, and the wooden wall suddenly creaked as it closed in tightly, completely sealing the door.
'Pop'
It sounded like something had exploded.
Suddenly, through the crack of the door, a bloodied face squeezed out, quickly flowing towards the corner of the wall and disappearing in an instant.
Freya stared in shock at the vanishing face, realizing that it was the same face she had seen before belonging to the innkeeper.
'What is happening?'
Freya stood dazed, looking in the direction where the face had disappeared, suddenly feeling a sense of unreality.
Then she remembered the apprentice from Serpent's Tooth Tower who had checked into the inn with her.
If there was anything real left in this inn, it must be that person.
Gripping the Cross Sword and carrying her suitcase, Freya steadied herself and walked down the corridor to the door of the adjacent room.
'Bang!'
She forcefully broke open the door.
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice, still in the midst of voice change, came from inside.
Hearing that reprimanding voice, Freya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
'It seems he hasn't encountered those strange things yet.'
Without answering him, Freya stepped directly into the room.
However, when she saw the apprentice's condition, she was momentarily stunned.
The apprentice seemed to have been startled awake, sitting on the bed with a wary expression on his slightly youthful face as he looked at Freya.
But below his chest were several grotesque moving Faces, which were currently gnashing their teeth and tearing at the flesh and bones beneath his chest. Blood and entrails had stained the entire bed crimson.
And those Faces were still spreading upwards towards him.
However, this apprentice seemed to feel no pain at all, still staring at the pale-faced Freya.
"Who are you? Reveal your identity. Otherwise, I won't hold back!"
He raised his bony arm, which had no flesh left, seemingly intending to cast a spell.
"Damn it! What's going on?!"
Freya, startled by his movement, didn't think twice and swung her Cross Sword directly at him.
With a whoosh, the simply enchanted Cross Sword easily split his head in half.
"…"
The look of shock froze on her face.
Freya suddenly looked at the boy lying on the bed with a complex expression, as well as the Face that was still gnawing at his corpse.
He was clearly trapped in some kind of illusion; he was already dead, but his mind seemed to think he was still intact.
Suddenly, she felt the entire inn shake violently, and a strong smell of blood wafted up from beneath the floor.
*Snap.*
Freya took a step back. It seemed she had stepped into some kind of liquid, and when she looked down at the ground, she was shocked to find it covered in blood.
As she stared at the pool of red liquid, Freya could clearly sense the intense aura of resentment slowly rising from it.
"Blood Pool..." she murmured softly.
Freya's expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, she turned and ran out of the inn.
The surge of energy created a white whirlwind around her, allowing her to cover more than three meters with each step.
She dashed through the corridor and down the stairs.
With a loud bang, Freya burst through the inn's door and stepped outside.
The heavy rain quickly soaked her clothes, and the Black Carriage stood silently at the entrance of the inn.
The entire town was shrouded in darkness, devoid of life.
Without hesitation, she cut the rope tying the horses and climbed onto the carriage.
"Go!"
She flicked the reins.
Under Freya's control, the carriage sped forward.
She glanced back at the inn and noticed that the room she had stayed in was still glowing with a warm light, just as it had been when she left.
Just as she was about to look away, the window she had sealed suddenly swung open, and a large white dog poked its head out.
One eye was still pierced by Freya's dagger, and its lifeless gaze fixed intently on her departing figure.
Feeling that stare upon her, Freya's scalp tingled, and she abruptly turned around, shaking the reins again as the carriage raced down the road away from the town.
...
Half an hour later.
In the pitch-black rain curtain, Freya wiped the rainwater from her pale face.
"To think it's become Cursed Land! Berg Town has turned into Cursed Land. What on earth has happened around the academy while I was gone?" she murmured in disbelief.
Cursed Land is a terrifying existence that naturally forms in places where resentment and Death Qi are dense.
Cursed Land is not limited to a specific area. It could be a house, a street, a courtyard, or even a country.
It may seem normal at times, but as soon as someone enters and triggers certain mechanisms, they are very likely to be killed by the strange curses within, and even their souls could be drawn in as nourishment for the Cursed Land.
Freya also learned about it from the Basic Knowledge of the Cursed Department at the academy.
Now, a Cursed Land has unexpectedly appeared around the academy, which makes her feel that something is very wrong.
However, even if it feels abnormal, she will only know for sure after arriving at the academy.
Two hours later.
In the deep forest, a pitch-black building slowly came into view.
Wearing the apprentice Gray Robe, Freya looked up at the distant structure and silently pulled on the Reins, heading towards it.
Before long, several humanoid Gray Rabbits emerged from the bushes, watching the carriage warily.
"Freya, Freya Green. You’re back?" Suddenly, a sharp voice came from atop the horse; it was a large gray rabbit that had jumped up without her noticing.
"Oh? Is that you, Jim?" Seeing the familiar Gray Rabbit Guard, Freya completely relaxed and asked. (To be continued)
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