Girl Doesn’t Die in Fairytale Town: Chapter 48 – Lisa Natalie
The setting sun lingered on the horizon, painting the earth with the fading crimson of its embers.
The winter wind howled, though it wasn’t yet time for snow.
But neither the sparse twilight nor the bone-chilling wind could mask the scorching heat of the raging fire.
Countless indistinct curses, filled with unspeakable terror, reached her ears, mixed with the crackling of the flames.
Despite the burning air around her, the small body in her arms grew colder.
And her own body… was also slowly losing its warmth…
Was she dying?
…Was this how she would die?
These were her sins, yet they had also implicated her daughter, and all of them together…
Helplessness and despair washed over her, but even stronger were the guilt and heartache.
Guilt towards the friends who had helped her, only to meet such a tragic end, and heartache for her daughter, who hadn’t even seen the true beauty and happiness of the world before perishing…
Just then, as she lay dying in solitude, a tall figure emerged from the flames and approached her—no, the flames parted for this figure.
The figure stood before her, looking down at her.
“What is your name?”
She looked up, tears of blood streaming down her face, a few pained syllables escaping her throat.
“Lisa… Natalie…”
…
“Miss… Luo Yan…”
Mrs. Natalie laughed, a sorrowful smile twisting her demonically distorted face.
She vaguely remembered that it was Miss Luo Yan who had granted her the Lord’s will, who had built the town of “eternal happiness,” allowing everyone to experience a happiness they had never known before.
But now, why was she taking it all away…?
“Why…” Two tears rolled down from Mrs. Natalie’s crimson eyes, instantly evaporating in the blood mist. “Come back… Miss Luo Yan…”
“No.”
Luo Yan gently shook her head and spoke the answer she had long pondered.
“My name is Luo Yan, but I am not the Miss Luo Yan you speak of.
“I don’t think this is ‘happiness.’ It only brings numbness and pain to everyone.
“So, I’m sorry, Mrs. Natalie, but this dream, or nightmare… must end.”
Luo Yan stepped back and grasped “Gungnir,” which was embedded in Mrs. Natalie’s chest, pulling it out.
In reality, “Gungnir,” formed by a Forbidden Technique, was a conceptual weapon. Its physical form had vanished the moment it was thrown.
The illusory spear that had pierced Mrs. Natalie was merely a remnant of its power, which was why Luo Yan hadn’t been injured when she embraced her.
However, Luo Yan now pulled it out like an ordinary weapon, the concept of “unavoidable hit” solidifying once more. What she held in her hand seemed to be the true “Gungnir.”
At the same time, Luo Yan’s eyes turned a frenzied scarlet, her pupils contracting into abyss-like vertical slits, radiating a dangerous and malevolent aura.
Luo Yan had risked contact with the “Eye of Fear, Envy, and Defilement” that had merged with Mrs. Natalie, becoming tainted by the remnant of the “Witch of Envy’s” will.
But unlike Mrs. Natalie, only her eyes had undergone the demonic transformation. Her face and body remained the same.
Her silver hair fluttered, her simple gray dress unable to conceal her breathtaking beauty.
The beautiful girl stood with her hands behind her back, holding the slightly translucent “Gungnir” in one hand. Before her stood a crimson figure, its original form completely lost.
A dense blood mist swirled around the figure, its intense malice threatening to overflow.
“No… you’ll understand… Miss Luo Yan…”
Mrs. Natalie’s voice was hoarse and broken. Her consciousness was fading, about to be completely consumed by the remnant of the “Witch of Envy’s” will.
“I will… bring you back…”
The last discernible words vanished, replaced by unintelligible roars.
Grotesque, twisted tentacles sprouted from Mrs. Natalie’s body, transforming her into a giant crimson monster.
Numerous shadowy monsters, summoned by Ronner earlier, gathered around, drawn by the aura emanating from the crimson monster.
Empowered by the blood mist, their auras approached the limit of “Ruin” level, but their appearances became even more grotesque and malevolent, almost beyond human comprehension.
The shadowy monsters stood beside the crimson monster, their gazes fixated on Luo Yan, their malice growing, filling the air, suffocating.
“Hiss… roar…”
The shadowy monsters extended their twisted limbs, wielding bizarre “weapons,” and closed in on Luo Yan.
The crimson monster, once Mrs. Natalie, shrieked, a tearful wail that sent ripples through the surrounding blood mist.
A terrifying howl swept through the area, even reaching the outside world, Ghost Town finally revealing its true nature as a “Peril” level disaster.
The investigation teams stationed nearby were forced to retreat by the spreading blood mist, and even Sun Biwu could only cover their retreat.
Seeing this, Alyxsia became even more frantic, accelerating the assembly of her explosive devices, disregarding the cost.
Inside Ghost Town, Hua Qiling had dragged the heavily injured Grifres to the church ruins, having discovered that this was the only place safe from the blood mist.
The shattered statue of Luo Yan seemed to possess some power that repelled the mist.
But Luo Yan, the source of all this, stood at the center of the densest blood mist, calmly watching the grotesque, writhing shadowy monsters.
She looked up slightly and saw a lonely, helpless, yet frenzied soul.
“Forbidden Technique, ‘Gungnir’.”
A giant arm projection appeared in the blood-red sky, descending like a god.
But that wasn’t all.
“And… ‘Manjusaka’.”
A beautiful, dark flower bud formed at the tip of the illusory spear, radiating a chilling aura of death.
Luo Yan slowly raised her hand. She had never used a spear before, her movements slightly clumsy.
But as she raised the spear, the shadowy monsters shrieked in terror, an emotion called “fear” appearing on their twisted faces.
However, the surrounding blood mist and the crimson monster relentlessly drove them forward, forcing them to attack the small, silver-haired girl.
In the end, this compulsion overcame their instincts, and the shadowy monsters, filled with terror, reached out with their twisted claws.
“Roar…”
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