Novel Full Chapter 1786: The Execution Field
Chapter 1786: The Execution Field
Villain Ch 1786. The Execution Field
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “If we’re in it—then we’re going all the way. I mean… this is just a side quest, right?”
No one laughed.
But they all smiled.
The kind of quiet, sharp, knowing smiles you wore when you stood at the edge of something bigger than you expected—when the wind changed and the story stopped being about loot and started whispering to your bones instead.
They nodded one by one.
Weapons in hand.
Jane flicked her hair over her shoulder and muttered, “Unconventional’s putting it real lightly.”
Bella blew a bit of dust off her palms. “This isn’t a ‘go fetch three demon livers’ kind of mission.”
“It’s not even a ‘kill the boss and bounce’ one,” Shea added, squinting at the quiet horizon. “It’s… piecing something together.”
“Hints,” Alice said. “Scattered in blood and memory.”
Vivian tilted her head toward Allen. “You good with that? Following ghosts, piecing scraps of who-you-might’ve-been?”
Allen didn’t answer right away. Just shifted his grip on the sword resting across his shoulder. His jaw was tight, but his voice was even.
“If that’s what it takes,” he said, “then yeah. Let’s keep moving.”
And then—like fate was listening—something emerged through the haze ahead.
An outpost.
Old. Cracked. Shadowed in rust-colored vines. Half-swallowed by the blackpike grass, it leaned slightly to one side like it had been trying to collapse for years but never quite succeeded.
Not big. Not fortified. But ominous.
Zoe stopped beside Allen and pointed toward the crooked watchtower. “That place is screaming last boss vibes.”
Larissa huffed. “It’s also screaming ‘hey, enter here and ruin your mental health’.”
She wasn’t wrong.
But they went anyway.
Because players never ignored a flashing neon “go here” moment, even if it came wrapped in dread.
They stepped through the crumbling gate.
At first, it was silent.
Too silent.
But then… they heard it.
Shuffling. Sobbing.
A crack of laughter that didn’t sound human.
And from the shadows—they came.
But not monsters.
Not demons.
Villagers.
Or… things that used to be.
Their faces were cracked, like half undead, half ghost that didn’t know how to finish a body. Their skin flickered like old VHS tape, features distorted with pain and madness. Eyes full of rage. And grief. And something far worse—desperation.
“Why—WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!” one of them shrieked as it lunged at Jane with a farming scythe.
She sidestepped, startled, but didn’t strike. Not yet.
More emerged. Clutching crude tools, broken planks, torches—whatever they could find.
They didn’t move like mobs.
They moved like people who didn’t want to die.
Screaming. Begging. Crying.
And just like that—
The Warden’s voice returned.
Low. Commanding. Cold.
“Kill them all. Kill! Show no mercy.”
Allen flinched. It hit harder this time.
Sharper. More personal.
He turned, eyes wide, gripping his sword tighter. “Shut up,” he hissed under his breath. “They’re not even armed properly.”
But the voice didn’t stop.
“Children, mothers, cowards. No difference. They are infected. Mercy is failure.”
Allen ground his teeth.
And then a kid—no older than seven—came running straight toward him.
Eyes wide. Dirty. Screaming.
Holding a kitchen knife in hands that shook.
She lunged.
And Allen’s instincts reacted before his brain could.
Steel sang.
Blood flashed.
She hit the ground and flickered into ghost-code.
He didn’t move.
His hand still gripped the hilt—but his knuckles were white.
Behind him, the girls were fighting too.
But it wasn’t clean.
Jane slammed her hand down, summoning her undead army, but her expression was pale. “They’re categorized as mobs, right? Right?!”
Alice’s hands shook as she cast her curse. The villager she hit fell—then didn’t disappear. Just froze in place, eyes hollow.
Zoe growled as she swung wide, tearing through two ghostly forms that came from behind. “They’re fighting like they want to live.”
Vivian’s whip cracked, tangling around one who’d clawed at her leg. “This isn’t a dungeon. It’s a goddamn execution field!”
More came.
Screaming. Crying.
Allen moved again, striking fast and clean—but each blow felt worse.
Because yeah… he’d killed hundreds of players. Thousands.
He’d carved through warzones, taken down raid bosses, erased entire squads during PvP events.
But not like this.
Not like this.
These weren’t enemies.
They were broken pieces of memory—half-ghost villagers trying to relive their last moment before the sword fell.
“Allen!” Shea called. “You need to pull back! You’re—”
He didn’t answer.
Because another came at him. An old man. Limbs dragging. Mouth open in a dry scream.
Allen slashed.
The figure shattered.
And the voice whispered again.
“Good. That’s it. No hesitation. Be what I was. Be what I AM.”
Allen roared. “I SAID SHUT UP!”
He dropped to one knee, fist slamming the dirt. The shadows around him shuddered—his Demonic Aura bleeding in thick pulses across the ground.
Everything in a ten-meter radius fell back. Not just from power. But from the weight.
And the girls were already circling in.
Vivian knelt in front of him, hand on his jaw. “Hey. HEY. You’re here. Not there. Whatever voice that is? It’s not YOU.”
Jane nodded, wiping blood from her cheek. “This is a memory. A scripted one. You’re not him. You don’t have to be him.”
Alice crouched at his side. “Even if he’s buried inside you… that doesn’t mean you become him.”
Zoe stood, panting, tentacle dragging behind her. “And if that bastard tries again, I’ll tear him out of your spine myself.”
Allen looked at them. Really looked.
Their eyes weren’t filled with fear.
Only fury.
Loyalty.
Conviction.
And yeah… love.
They weren’t just his harem.
They were his.
And they wouldn’t let him break.
Allen stood slowly. The last echoes of the warden’s voice faded into the ground.
The outpost was quiet again. The mobs were gone.
And in the distance…
A bell tolled once.
Low.
Final.
Allen exhaled. “Next time that voice comes back…”
Vivian smirked. “We kill it.”
He nodded.
Yeah.
They were going all the way.
And this side quest?
It had just become personal.
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