The Lingering Haunting

The shattering shock only grew more intense. The players who had once entered the castle felt an increasingly ominous sensation in their hearts.

They had ventured deep into the castle's storerooms, where gold, as common as stones, lay scattered everywhere.

Extremely powerful socketed gems and expensive, rare equipment dazzled the eyes in those neatly arranged rooms!

No adventurer or player could resist the temptation of these treasures. If they took even a third of what was here back with them—no, even a thirtieth—their party would become wealthier than Reapus's most prosperous mainstream families!

A sea of piled-up gems flowed around their feet, while neatly arranged Famous Artifact-grade equipment hung from the walls... No matter how thunderous the rumbling that came from this empty dungeon grew, nothing could change the greed in the explorers' minds.

"...Something doesn't seem right."

Keeping a certain distance from those strange, treasure-emitting items, Webber began to realize that the party he had originally wanted to hunt had all developed wild looks in their eyes.

Rather than splitting everything here among their companions... claiming all this wealth alone was every player's greatest wish!

The players, their eyes now red with greed, had completely cast all danger and risk to the back of their minds. Their gradually turning ruthless gazes shifted from the scattered jewels on the ground to one another.

Sensing a force protecting him, Webber retreated several steps without thinking and withdrew from the piles of gold and silver treasures.

"Die!"

"Kill..."

Influenced by Mammon's curse and rendered incapable of recognizing even their family, the players who had entered the Demon Lord's castle were enveloped in black, miasmatic smoke like madmen.

The frenzied players forgot everything and began fighting one another with all their might...

The splattering blood made Webber's pupils tremble. These players, who had