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Chapter 215: Witch's Revenge
Chapter 215: Witch’s Revenge
With Seastone Handcuffs binding him, Absolon naturally couldn’t activate his abilities. Still, to prevent any accident, Kuro activated Observation Haki, meticulously scanning him.
He was definitely dead.
Kuro clicked his tongue. “Pirate.”
“Huh?!”
Hugo picked up a book from his desk. “The content changed! I was just about to recite a couple of poems to mourn him.”
Clearly, this was caused by Absolon’s ability. With his death, all illusions had vanished.
“What book?” Kuro asked.
“This one—The Witch’s Revenge!” Hugo’s eyes widened in shock.
“Let me see.”
Kuro extended his hand, and Hugo handed him the thick volume. It was a local anthology of poetry and stories. Other pages appeared normal, but this single page’s content felt eerily familiar.
Port.
“Old man Nilo, stop causing trouble for us.”
A young staff member scolded the elderly Nilo, who now sat quietly, no longer frenzied. He listened like a child being reprimanded.
“Normally, we let you have your antics, but you’ve got to pick your battles. That was the Navy! How could you provoke them?”
The staff member pursed his lips. “The Navy already resents us enough for not joining them. Now you’re offending them too? We won’t tolerate this much longer.”
“Right, old Nilo! We’ve always been lenient because you’re alone and donate your salary, and we know you’re kind-hearted. But you can’t act recklessly anymore. If you don’t shape up, we’ll report you to the officer and have you fired.”
Other staff chimed in, their faces tinged with anger.
They’d tolerated his eccentricities before because he had no family and donated his wages, but this was different. The Navy was a branch of the World Government. If they wanted to sail the seas, the Navy was their only path.
Sailing independently meant criminal charges. Their families were all within the Kingdom. No matter how strong their longing for the Grand Line, they had to stay put.
“I understand.”
Nilo looked ashamed, his voice tinged with guilt. “I won’t do it again. I lost my temper before.”
“Good. We don’t want to see you lose your job.” The staff member nodded, softening slightly. “Just keep a low profile. There’s no such thing as witches—those are just Legends.”
“Yeah, I read those books as a kid too. Nothing ever happened. Night turning into monsters? We’re all fine, aren’t we?”
“Exactly. No idea what the higher-ups are thinking, banning those books. They can’t hurt anything.”
“Shh, don’t say things like that.”
A staff member silenced the group, glancing around nervously. “We don’t want to be overheard. Anyway, old Nilo, just heed our advice. Don’t go shouting ‘witch’ at people again.”
“Witch!!!”
The moment he finished, Nilo’s eyes bulged, his expression twisting with terror and madness as he pointed forward. “It’s the witch! The witch is here!”
“Nilo, you’re at it again!”
The staff member gritted his teeth, turning to follow Nilo’s finger. The giant plaque above the gate wasn’t displaying its usual entry regulations. Instead, it was covered in crimson text.
The opening lines triggered a distant memory—a childhood recollection.
“Female… Witch’s Revenge?”
Everyone stared, horrified at the plaque. The blood-red letters glistened, damp as if freshly written.
“She’s here! The witch is here!”
Nilo danced wildly. “The witch has come for revenge! She brings her resentment! Hahaha, revenge is here!”
As he finished, Nilo collapsed to his knees, curling into a fetal position, sobbing, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t mean to burn you! It was the others—they dragged me into it!”
The wailing ceased. He lifted his head, grinning grotesquely. “Burn! Burn everything! Let it all turn to flames! Then we’ll live forever! Huhuhuhuhu!”
His manic laughter sent chills down every spine.
In a decrepit, towering building, sunlight filtered through windows, feeble against the oppressive darkness. The cold stone and dripping water echoed faint footsteps, making the structure feel unnervingly eerie.
A flicker of light pierced the shadows.
“Yohohoho~”
Sipatia narrowed her eyes, limping from the darkness to a sunlit window.
Leaning against the wall, she licked blood from her palm, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Almost died there. That Navy guy’s scary.”
Revealing her sharp teeth, she purred, “His blood must be so beautiful… Just thinking about it makes me tingle.”
“Ahhh!”
“Monster! Monster!”
Sudden screams erupted outside.
Sipatia turned. Below, people fled in terror. One tripped, scrambling backward on their backside.
“N-no! Don’t!”
Their eyes locked on something unspeakably horrifying.
In the next instant, the person froze, their eyes turning blood-red.
“Gaaaahhhhh, Roar!”
Watching the transformation, Sipatia’s grin stretched to her ears. “So the gloomy guy’s dead. I wonder if that reclusive Bluebeard will notice in time. The slaughter’s begun!”
Her maniacal laughter echoed through the halls, amplifying the subtle footsteps into shockwaves.
Kuro studied the book’s passage—shorter than the plaque but more detailed.
The cursed residents resurrect endlessly, forgetting all at dawn. By day, they live normally. But when night falls, they transform into monsters, remembering every despair. They resist, yet thirst for blood. They slaughter one another, prey on the living, until they descend into madness—only then find fleeting peace.
This Kingdom is cursed, a land of despair and madness alone.
(End of Chapter)
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