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"Hehe!"
Seeing the man freeze in place, no longer daring to try escaping, Donald smiled. "Good. You're a smart man. You didn't attempt to run. Otherwise, you'd have ended up like this fellow. Ghouls are undead creatures. Though they were merely defective products created by the great Arcanists of old when they made vampires, they possess the same infectious nature as vampires. That infection has even mutated into something akin to a plague. As long as he scratches even a little bit of your skin, you'll contract an undead disease. It'll be a painful, lingering death. And after you die from the infection, you'll become an ugly, soulless monster like them!"
These words were not something he had fabricated just to deceive the other man. This world also had monsters known as ghouls, and their traits and origins were astonishingly similar to those in the Warcraft game and the legends from his previous life. It seemed that some fundamental laws could be shared between the two worlds.
After a pause, Donald's voice, set against the monster's vicious appearance, sounded especially sinister.
"Likewise... your soul will be contaminated by negative energy, and you'll become a pitiful undead creature. By then, your god may even abandon you, its poor believer. And even in the end, you'll retain a sliver of awareness from when you were alive, watching yourself gradually wither and rot, little by little turning into a monster. That feeling will surely be worse than death!"
Donald's words nearly shattered the man's mental defenses. He stared at the monster beside him with immense lingering fear.
"But rest assured, without an