"Am I a Soul-sucking Ghost now?"

The adventurer was still immersed in delight, unable to extricate himself, when he suddenly saw an enemy charging at him. His mind hadn't reacted yet, but his body moved on its own.

The Dark Sword, which was previously slashing at Tusi and the others, was now tightly gripped in his hand. With a raise of his hand, the jet-black Longsword swiftly and cleanly decapitated a soldier. The gushing blood inexplicably stirred a strange excitement in him. Just as he was about to continue his slaughter, his empty left hand suddenly lit up with a red glow, swiftly seizing the neck of the soldier in front of him, faster than the ear could catch.

He recognized this technique in less than a second; it was the infamous Dark Hand!

Never thought he could execute this move; the adventurer's spirit involuntarily whistled, which in the current body manifested as an excited growl from the throat of the Soul-sucking Ghost.

The soldier captured by the Dark Hand struggled, but how could he escape that soul-snatching red light? In a matter of seconds, the light in his eyes faded completely, and his drained body was casually tossed aside.

"Awesome!"

The adventurer roared toward the sky.

He realized for the first time how addictive soul-sucking could be.

It was as if an endless stream of life force was flowing into his body. The souls taken from others seemed to nourish his spirit, restoring the essence and spirit he had expended in the fierce battle at the Little Longde Ruins, leaving him somewhat exhilarated.

The commotion he caused attracted more enemy soldiers, and he excitedly howled and charged at them, slicing them down as blood splattered everywhere.

Only by fully taking on the role of a Soul-sucking Ghost did he understand how exhilarating it was to have his physical stats elevated.

Amid continuous slaughter and soul-sucking, the adventurer came to understand everything happening here.

The former Little Londo Knights, now Soul-sucking Ghosts, supported four monarchs who had touched forbidden power. The loyal Little Londo Knights under their command fell into depravity, treading the sinful path of stealing souls from other lives.

This rebellious act immediately attracted the attention of Yanor Londo, a city where gods congregated, which dispatched an army to Little Londo, intending to destroy it completely.

But the power of the fallen Four Kings of Little Longdu was not something that could be easily destroyed.

Perhaps because he was a Soul-sucking Ghost in this body, upon learning of these events, the adventurer surprisingly felt a hint of pride.

Clearly, Soul-sucking Ghosts didn't seem like good people, and the Four Kings of Little Longdu, who let their realm suffer invasion for power, certainly weren't good people either. Logically, they should be critiqued.

But since his current identity was a Soul-sucking Ghost, he should play the part thoroughly.

"The power of the Abyss really isn't bad, huh!"

The adventurer had studied Sain Dungeon thoroughly, and in a second, he guessed what power the Four Kings of Little Longdu had touched.

Could it be anything other than the Abyss? No way!

Soul-sucking Ghost is currently the closest oath to the Abyss, bar none!

"Great, really great, all without any effort."

The adventurer once again tightly gripped the soldier's neck, the Dark Hand greedily absorbing the enemy's soul, and the exquisite taste caused his body to involuntarily tremble.

"It's precisely to experience this feeling that I came to Sain Dungeon!"

He shouted while fighting even more fervently.

Unlike the previous intentional trick in Holy Light Underground City, this Soul-sucking Ghost-themed Painting World added no magic that would induce people to become enamored with the Soul-sucking Ghost oath; after all, no matter how you see it, Soul-sucking Ghosts aren't something good. The adventurer usually just plays on his own, and truly believing in it would be less preferable than Iron Fist.

But the mental state reflected by this adventurer at this moment was just like someone magically induced.

Perhaps it's because he inherently had an affection for Soul-sucking Ghosts and is more willing to join this abyssal family?

Such a person is indeed a bit dangerous.

"More, more!"

The adventurer didn't know the conditions to pass this Painting World, but he was now completely driven by pleasure, faced with seemingly endless enemies, he just kept killing, thinking that maybe he could pass once the sky and earth turned dark with battle.

At this moment, a knight equipped with finer gear burst into the battlefield and engaged in combat with him, the clashing weapons sounded like firecrackers exploding everywhere.

This guy is really strong!

The adventurer couldn't help but take it seriously, using all his might to entangle with him for a long time before finally taking down the knight.

When he used the Dark Hand to suck the strong enemy's soul, besides pleasure, an indescribable sense of honor arose in him, as it was prey he had hunted with all his strength, making the enjoyment somewhat distinct!

He looked around, and the previously surging soldiers had changed their attitude. The soldiers who met his gaze retreated in fear, seemingly shaken by his power.

So this is what it feels like to be the villain; it really is immensely gratifying!

The adventurer's heart swelled rapidly.

Everything that happened today has been good.

He successfully gained the trust of a seemingly somewhat reputable Dark Moon Sword, successfully recorded the stance of a Soul-sucking Ghost up close, successfully obtained the Painting World related to the Soul-sucking Ghost. Now, he even personally possessed the body of a Soul-sucking Ghost.

The work he did reached such a stage, one could say it's quite complete, and even if he left Hepa Town immediately, he would receive unimaginably generous rewards!

No, I can't be complacent; I have to keep it up. If I stay in this town a few more days, and manage to make more achievements, I'd never have to worry about food or drink again in my life!

"Who else, just bring it on!"

The adventurer roared at the group of soldiers in front of him, envisioning himself as a mighty warrior, his heart swelling with heroic spirit.

"!"

Right then, he suddenly felt an intense killing intent, a sense of threat far exceeding before was rapidly rising.

"Is a new enemy coming?"

No matter how strong the opponent, he wasn't afraid. After all, his current self was a Soul-sucking Ghost, a genuine Soul-sucking Ghost body. What was there to fear!

However, the threat he sensed continued to rise rapidly. The moment he detected this threat was its lowest point, and its peak was far from reached.

"Eek!"

The adventurer's hairs stood on end; he was suddenly overwhelmed with fear. The threat was ascending rapidly, and while he initially had confidence to combat it, he had now lost all will to fight and only wanted to run.

But the sword-like threat enveloped him from all directions, leaving him unsure of where to run, as if every path was a dead end.

How did the situation turn around so quickly!?

The adventurer couldn't care less, immediately turning to flee.

"Shhhh—"

The moment he turned, an extreme coldness suddenly filled his chest.

Coldness?

Confused, he glanced down, only to find a Longsword piercing through his chest.

The force with which this sword had been thrown was so great that, after piercing his chest, it didn't stop, pinning him right there!

Who, who is it!?

The intense fear clouded his thoughts, making him feel that this sword had been forged to hunt the Abyss, its chilling blade forcing any life from the Abyss to retreat.

What was this—

In the moment before his consciousness faded, a faint howling sound of a wolf echoed in his ears.

Soon after, the adventurer opened his eyes again, finding himself back in the initial spot, with the Painting World reset.

"..."

He looked at his Soul-sucking Ghost body, suddenly swallowing hard.

"Suddenly I don't dare to be a Soul-sucking Ghost anymore..."