Chapter 1750: Unchained Ghost

Villain Ch 1750. Unchained Ghost

Allen smiled again, blades dripping.

“Good,” he whispered.

“Then they’ll scream louder when they die.”

The taste of blood was already in the air—metallic, warm, and rising. It mixed with the burned ozone from spell residue, the sting of ash in his nose, the crunch of broken terrain under his boots. But Allen barely noticed.

He was too focused. Too alive.

Another player—a dual-sword dancer—charged at him, hoping to match speed with speed.

Allen’s smirk deepened.

Their blades clashed once.

Twice.

The third strike never came.

Allen slipped under it, his knees grazing the ground as he spun and swept the man’s legs clean out from under him. In the same motion, Allen twisted around and drove both daggers straight up—one into the armpit gap of armor, the other just under the chin.

The scream was gurgled. Wet.

Blood sprayed across Allen’s shoulder like paint across canvas.

[Player LightSeekerX Defeated]

Allen kicked the dying body away, turning as if it meant nothing.

Because it didn’t.

Another came—this one a halberd user, smarter, keeping distance.

Didn’t matter.

Allen lunged straight into the danger zone. Feinted high, dodged low. Slid under the polearm and came up behind the attacker, pressed chest-to-back, almost intimate.

Then—

He dragged one dagger across the man’s throat. The other up his spine.

The halberd clattered to the ground first.

Then the body followed.

[Player ChronoFalx Defeated]

The ground trembled faintly.

Or maybe that was the effect of Allen’s steps—smooth, light, relentless.

Each one soaked the soil in blood.

“Shit—he’s cutting through us!” someone screamed from the enemy side.

“He’s alone—how is he doing that?!”

“He’s not human!”

Allen ducked under an arrow, caught a flashbolt midair with his cloak’s enchantment, and kicked off a rock to launch himself at the archer mid-sentence.

The girl barely had time to scream before Allen’s foot connected with her chest—she flew backward into another player, both of them tumbling.

He followed without pause. Blades first.

One strike opened her collarbone. Another stabbed deep into her stomach. The third—

Straight through her eye.

[Player Hazel.Veil Defeated]

The man beneath her tried to roll away, but Allen pinned him with a knee, leaned down, and whispered, “Don’t use someone else’s legacy to hide your weakness.”

Then slit his throat slow.

[Player Tag.Night Defeated]

From afar, Red_King skidded to a stop. Wide-eyed. Breath caught halfway in his lungs.

“Uh… guys?” he said slowly. “You’re seeing that, right?”

Alex was already standing halfway up, mouth open. “That’s… that’s Allen. But…”

“That’s not how he fights,” Elio muttered. “At least, I never saw him like that.”

He was still half-recovering, shield cracked, one knee pressed against a melted sigil. His own blood still stained his armor.

Elio had dueled Allen. Not long ago. Watched him move. Felt the precise cold rhythm of his blade.

But this?

This wasn’t calculated.

It was predatory.

Alex forced out a breath. “He’s not fighting like he’s holding back anymore…”

“Exactly,” Red_King said. “He usually plays it cool. Efficient. One-hit, disengage. But now…”

They watched as Allen vaulted into the middle of three players casting a combo spell.

He didn’t dodge.

He went through it.

Took a hit to the shoulder. Ignored it.

Split one mage’s head clean with a vertical slash.

Spun, caught the second with an upward cut that opened their chest.

And the third?

He stabbed through their gut, lifted them slightly, then kicked them off his blade like trash.

[Player Ryn_Blood Defeated]

[Player Korau Defeated]

[Player PaleHeir Defeated]

The notifications kept stacking in Allen’s vision like a kill counter in overdrive.

[Killstreak Achieved: 31X]

And still, he didn’t stop.

The next wave came.

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He laughed.

Not loud. Not maniacal. Just a low, amused chuckle as he sheathed one dagger just long enough to backhand a tank with the hilt, sidestep the incoming sword swing, then draw the blade again mid-motion and gut the guy from hip to sternum.

The scream that followed was pure agony.

Blood sprayed like a fountain.

[Player MornStar Defeated]

Alex looked sick.

Not horrified. Just… stunned.

“He’s smiling,” he whispered.

Red_King’s hands tightened around his sword. “That’s not a normal smile, man. That’s the smile of someone who’s enjoying this.”

Elio gritted his teeth. “I’ve seen him serious before. Calm. Focused. But this… I’ve never seen him fight like this.”

“Like what?” asked the monk girl near them, eyes locked on the chaos.

Elio’s voice dropped. “Like he wants to tear them apart.”

Because Allen didn’t just win.

He broke them.

Each movement wasn’t just fast—it was elegant. Not showy, but natural. Like this was how his body was meant to move.

And the brutality?

It wasn’t rage.

It was precision cruelty.

It was like… the Devil Emperor.

No… Allen was much scarier than him. Since the Devil Emperor had skills and Epic tier gears, but Allen… He wore normal gears. He even hadn’t taken his fourth tier class. Yet… he slaughtered like nothing.

Allen danced through firebolts. Cut down a spear-wielder mid-dash. Sidestepped a holy smite and drove a dagger into the caster’s exposed ribs, then dragged it sideways until she fell apart.

Blood soaked the cursed terrain. His boots were black-red with it. His gloves slick. His face shadowed, hair damp from sweat and gore.

The system pinged again.

[Player LunaBite Defeated]

[Player Cerin.Axe Defeated]

[Player YureiDash Defeated]

And still, Allen moved.

Each kill made the others hesitate.

They stopped charging.

Started backing up.

Some even turned to run.

But Allen didn’t let them.

He hunted.

Slipping between shadows, reappearing in flashes of movement, dragging them down one by one.

A scream.

A gasp.

A gurgle.

Each death had its own sound.

And Allen?

He was humming now. Just under his breath. Low. Tuneless. Like he didn’t even realize it.

“Guys,” Red_King said, voice tight. “That’s not just skill. That’s…”

He trailed off.

No one answered.

Because Allen had become something else.

A figure of death wrapped in shadows and grinning fangs. The kind of fighter who didn’t just aim to win. He aimed to scar.

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