Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

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Questioning the morality of my actions was completely worthless. What I had done was completely inhumane in every sense possible, and I had admitted I am an insane person too. I had taken pleasure in committing such an atrocity, and I honestly don’t fucking care what others might think about me.

I am a ghost, after all. A resentful spirit filled with hatred fueling my soul and everything else, do you expect me to be an all-forgiving saint? I can’t. I really can’t! Even by taking into consideration their own actions against my family, what I did might have only made me as worse as them, even more fucked, perhaps. Still, I didn’t care. I was okay by being even more monstrous than them, and I actually put in the effort of doing so.

What’s the point of revenge if I cannot make it fulfilling for me? So the obvious choice was to do all of that insane and fucked up shit. There was no other way around it, to be honest. Any other way would have been way too easy on them. I wasn’t going easy on these bastards no matter what, so I had to really just punish them, make them suffer, and create a little mischief.

I was pretty much doing an atrocity so big not even them had dared to do it, so I really had to go all out and show how I could also be as fucked up as them! Actually, even more than them!

I had already picked up all the slaves these fucked up people had, and I even went around the other three aristocrat’s houses and rescued their slaves, and you know what? I also blew up their houses out of anger. They were all fucked up.

Seriously, why does every aristocrat family have to be filled with sickos? It’s surprising how they love to make my atrocities feel justified, good lord…

I ended up rescuing around 34 slaves that these fat fucks held captive. They were all being tortured beyond belief, and it seems that the aristocrats of this duchy had made some kind of secret club where they simply gathered to torture and violate their slaves. The fuckers even taught this to their children, who grew to be equally as fucked. Killing all of them was fine. There was no young heir there, and the women they had were also crazy and just as torture-obsessed.

I had the impulse to blow up the entire duchy at some point, but there were innocent and nice people at that; the cafeteria girl, the chef there, the innkeeper girl, the adventurers, and the adventurer receptionist with that half-giant guy… there were certainly good people around here. I didn’t want to touch them as they deserved to live.

I had done all of this in approximately an hour, and the army of the duchy was constantly chasing down the events going on in every house, but always ended up reaching the place quite late when everything had ended. I sometimes left some souvenirs with them, blowing up undead in their faces and killing a bunch of soldiers in the process, which gave me some nice bonus EXP.

Of course, I had also stolen all the treasures of these aristocrats and made sure to destroy any evidence left. With that said, I had become completely chaotic evil at this point, and honestly speaking, I was enjoying it a lot.

However, before leaving, I decided to go all out and emerge in the skies of the duchy, laughing maliciously and increasing the size of my body, slightly changing my appearance, and making me resemble a malicious and vengeful witch. I even made myself slightly ugly too.

The people began to point at my enormous presence that emerged above the ruins of the duke’s house, as the soldiers and magicians looked up at me with horror, the adventurers, citizens, everyone!

“Hahahahaha! I am the Witch of Misfortune! I have come back from the dead to avenge myself and my family! This is just the beginning! I won’t rest until I slay every single person involved in the death of my family! Even if it means taking down the entire Kingdom! Being an aristocrat will no longer make you immune to problems… because death comes to all! And I am the Harbinger of Death!” I laughed maliciously, turning my entire body into many bat-shaped shadows that dissipated into the darkness of the night.

I had put on a big show, but now that the Kingdom and the church knew everything, I might as well declare war on these bastards. I didn’t give a single fuck anymore.

I was going all out on all of them, and I couldn’t care less.

As I had brought all the slaves I rescued to the caravans, we quickly began to move away from the duchy in the darkness of the night. I had used my abilities to form shadow mantles, which I used to cover each caravan and make them near invisible in the night. Some soldier groups had begun to chase us down at some point, but we slew them easily and took their corpses, raising them into undead and sending them back to the other soldiers behind them.

At some point, we lost them in all the confusion, and they ended up fighting hordes of exploding zombie soldiers. The army of this duchy was completely defeated by a ghost and her undead friends.

Now that they knew there was an insane ghost witch hunting down anyone that was involved in her death and that of her family, everyone in the damn Kingdom was pissing their pants, or, well, every single person involved in this.

This also sent a message to the Vampires, pretty much stating that I was their enemy and that they didn’t need to hold back. They could all come at me. I was going to kill them and turn them into Zombie Vampires or whatever!

And good lord, after doing this, I felt very good, like… released.

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