Chapter 178
I don’t know what’s happening around me. All I can see is red. The voices in my head keep telling me to kill—and so I did.
I killed and killed until every muscle in my limbs ached painfully. But I didn’t care. I was having fun, like a child playing in their own playground, gleefully tearing apart the monsters that dared to stand in my way.
With each one I killed, I would playfully declare, "Wake up my pretty dolls," and the dead would rise, although they were already twisted and broken, like discarded toys.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
The sound of my daggers slicing through flesh became a symphony, and with every enemy that fell, I felt a heady rush. I continued this relentless assault until there was nothing left standing.
"Awww, my dolls are already broken~" I pouted, surveying the battlefield littered with carcasses, before ordering the undead around me to rest. They all collapsed simultaneously, their lifeless forms hitting the ground with a dull thud. "They’re useless to play with anyway."
But even as I sat in the aftermath of the carnage, my senses tingled—the remnants of adrenaline whispering that there was still a doll left for me to play with. I eagerly followed the sensation until I spotted a man in the distance.
My mind was hazy, but I remembered his name—it was Levi!
"I think you would make a perfect doll to play with~" I cooed, excitement bubbling within me.