In the dim moonlight of the abandoned mansion, a ghostly and eerily young lady emerges from the shadows of the fountain, her translucent form shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her eyes, glowing orbs of pale light, fixate hungrily on Benjamin, who finds himself frozen in fear at the sight of her haunting presence.
(This woman wouldn't stop until I defeated her, maybe the orb of purification would be able to send this woman to heaven... but I have a great feeling that orb was supposed to be used in that fountain)
Benjamin thought as he cautiously moved backward, he already planned to use the orb to purify the fountain. He dashed to the fountain's right side and pulled the orb shimmering with a golden hue.
"Wha-"
Tendrils with a bluish-like color coiled around him as the woman with a distorted face appeared around him, thought she was struggling due to the light given by the orb but she was already using otherworldly energy to suppress it.
Petals of roses colored with blood and a bluish aura manifested, each petal was deadly and poisonous to the human to touch, and the corruption contained within it was enough to make any human go crazy.
"AHHHHH!!!!-"
(Arghh-!!! My head hurt so much!!! My thought was jumbling with crazy ideas!)
Benjamin screamed at the top of his lungs. The idea of eating the seed of corruption or tossing the seed of corruption on the young lady or the fountain was already occupying his mind.
(SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!! I. Will. Do. The. Opposite!!!!)
With the last sanity on his mind, he shoved the orb of purification in the face of the young lady together with the seed of corruption he manifested in his other hand. Though can't defy his other ideas he also manages to do the opposite by also making the young lady accept the orb together with the seed.
[!!!!!!!!!]
Corruption and purification are opposing forces, yet in their convergence, they reveal a complex interplay of light and shadow, revealing the intricate dance between darkness and light that exists within the human soul.
At first glance, corruption appears as a blackened stain, a festering wound that spreads like a disease, tainting everything it touches with its insidious influence. It is the embodiment of decay and degradation, twisting beauty into grotesque parody and turning virtue into vice. It seeps into the cracks and crevices of society, poisoning hearts and minds with its toxic allure.
In contrast, purification emerges as a cleansing force, a beacon of hope in the face of darkness. It is the purifying fire that burns away impurities, leaving behind a pristine landscape untouched by corruption's touch. It is the cool, clear waters that wash away the stains of sin, restoring purity and innocence to a world tarnished by greed and deceit.
Yet, in their convergence, corruption and purification reveal a truth that is both profound and paradoxical. For just as the darkness cannot exist without the light, so too does corruption give rise to the need for purification. It is through the struggle against corruption that the true nature of purity is revealed, shining all the brighter in contrast to the darkness that surrounds it.
The spectral lady envelops Benjamin in her icy embrace, her translucent form wrapping around him like a shroud. He can feel her cold touch searing his flesh, draining the warmth from his body with each passing moment.
As he struggles against her grasp, Benjamin can feel his strength waning, his very essence slipping away into the darkness. Desperate to break free, he cries out for help, but his voice is lost in the empty halls of the abandoned mansion, swallowed by the oppressive silence that surrounds them.
[CONGRATULATION!!! 5★GHOST "The Faceless Lady on the Gown" HAS BEEN ACQUIRED]
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In unknown part of the city stands a hospital, its imposing facade looming over the streets like a silent sentinel of despair. Once a place of healing and hope, it has since become a twisted labyrinth of madness and despair, its halls echoing with the anguished cries of tormented souls.
In the bowels of the hospital, the atmosphere grows increasingly oppressive, the air thick with a sense of palpable dread. Strange symbols adorn the walls, painted in blood-red hues that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
The heart of the hospital—a vast, cavernous chamber filled with rows of empty beds and rusted medical equipment. In the center stands a solitary figure, clad in tattered hospital scrubs and muttering incomprehensible incantations under his breath.
"Hehehe~! A ghost with a lingering attachment and sins to this world cannot become a demigod!!!! but a ghost without sins but also corrupted can become a demigod!!!"
A mad doctor said as countless bloodied chains occupied his body, the chains symbolized his sins as they dug his flesh deeper into his soul, to cleanse his soul from the rotting sin while also corrupting his soul at the same time.
His voice, hoarse and rasping, echoes through the laboratory like the wails of the damned, interspersed with mad gibbering and nonsensical mutterings. He speaks of dark and twisted secrets, of forbidden knowledge gleaned from the darkest recesses of his fractured mind.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
His laughter grows louder, more manic until it fills the hospital like a maddening symphony of madness. It is a sound that sends shivers down the spines of any who dare to listen, a chilling reminder of the depths to which the human mind can descend when consumed by madness.
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In the velvet embrace of sleep, Benjamin finds himself transported to a realm of ethereal beauty, where reality blurs and dreams take on a life of their own. He stands amidst a field of vibrant flowers, their petals swaying gently in a soft breeze that carries the sweet scent of roses in the air.
As he gazes around him, Benjamin's eyes fall upon a figure standing at the edge of the field—a young woman with flowing hair like darkness in the sky, her eyes like pools of liquid silver that seem to shimmer with an inner light. In her delicate hands, she holds a bouquet of roses, their petals a kaleidoscope of colors that seem to dance in the dappled sunlight.
With a gentle smile, the young woman approaches, her footsteps light and graceful as she moves through the field towards him. Each step she takes is like a brushstroke upon a canvas, painting a picture of beauty and grace that fills Benjamin's heart with a sense of wonder.
As she draws near, the young woman extends the bouquet towards him, the scent of roses filling the air with their intoxicating fragrance. Benjamin reaches out to take the flowers, his fingers brushing against hers in a fleeting caress that sends a jolt of warmth coursing through his veins.
With a soft laugh, the young woman twirls away, the hem of her gown swirling around her like a cloud of butterflies. She dances through the field, her laughter echoing like the tinkling of wind chimes on a summer's day, filling Benjamin's soul with a sense of joy and tranquility.
And then, as suddenly as she appeared, the young woman vanished into the mists of the dream, leaving Benjamin standing alone amidst the sea of flowers, clutching the bouquet of roses to his chest like a precious treasure. And though he knows that it was a dream, he carries the memory of her beauty with him, a flicker of light in the darkness of the night.