章節 76: Chapter 76 Prey to the Sheep
"Do you still need to ask? This only proves that the creatures in that world possess overwhelming confidence and unfathomable power. They believe that even if we emerge, exterminating us is merely a matter of moments. And indeed, the outcome aligns with their expectations. The Ghost King Bernard has fallen, and his million-strong evil ghost army has been annihilated—effortlessly."
A blue-hued ghost king clenched his teeth, his spectral form trembling with frustration.
"Exactly," another voice echoed, its tone tinged with dread. "Haven't you noticed? The space tunnel remains unguarded. There isn't even a semblance of an attempt to seal it. It stands wide open, as if inviting us to come and go as we please. How confident must they be to take such a stance? Or perhaps… they're baiting us, hoping to draw in another group of fools to hunt and slaughter."
The words sent a shiver through the assembled ghost kings. One evil spirit's face twisted in horror.
"Those damned humans! Bernard fell into their trap, but do they think we'll be as gullible? No! Don't take us for fools. We won't stumble into their snare a second time!"
"Despicable, shameless humans!" snarled another ghost king. "Thank the abyss I chose caution. If I'd followed Bernard into that cursed world, I'd have shared his fate—reduced to ashes in an instant!"
"Raise the power classification of this world immediately!" a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Label it as the most dangerous level. Issue orders to all subordinates—no one is to cross into that world recklessly."
The assembly fell silent, the weight of fear and caution hanging heavy in the air. The ghost kings, usually brimming with arrogance, now wore solemn expressions. The death of Bernard and the utter obliteration of his forces had shaken them to the core.
Bernard might have been foolish, but his strength was undeniable. Yet now, he was gone—wiped from existence without a trace. It was a reality so absurd that, had they not been witnesses, they would have dismissed it as a fantasy.
"There is no doubt," one ghost king muttered grimly, "that the world we presumed to be low-level is anything but. It may, in fact, be a high-level world far beyond our comprehension. If we rashly invade, we could end up like Bernard—eradicated without even the chance to fight back."
"No, it's worse than that," another added, his voice heavy with concern. "We must station an army of evil spirits to guard the space tunnel. If the creatures of that world decide to invade us, the damage they could inflict on the ghost world would be catastrophic."
The gravity of the statement hung over them like a storm cloud.
The space tunnel, initially a symbol of conquest and plunder, now loomed as a harbinger of disaster. Where they had once envisioned endless resources to exploit, they now saw a potential path of ruin, an open door for a superior force to bring their domain to its knees.
Their optimism had turned to dread. What was once a promise of endless blood and power had morphed into the fear of becoming prey. The balance of strength had shifted, and the ghost kings, for all their power, felt a chilling sense of vulnerability.
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