I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Anna seemed oblivious to this. She walked to the open space in front of the stables, raised her staff, and tapped it lightly on the ground.

“Whispers of the dead.”

As she sang in a low voice, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble slightly.

Wisps of black mist seeped from the soil and condensed in mid-air into blurry human-shaped outlines.

Immediately afterwards, a pale, withered arm suddenly stretched out from the mud at Lynn's feet and gripped the ground tightly.

Lynn was startled and quickly moved two steps to the side.

The owner of that arm struggled to crawl out of the ground, his body covered in mud, his clothes tattered, and two ghostly blue flames burning in his empty eye sockets.

However, this is just the beginning.

Centered on Anna, within a radius of tens of meters, one undead after another crawled out from beneath the ground.

Men, women, old, young...

They silently gathered around Anna, numbering in the hundreds.

"I have brought the one who took your lives."

Anna's voice rang out in the rain.

As she spoke, a dozen semi-transparent souls appeared in the center of the open space; they were the same group of people that Lisa had just killed.

Their faces still showed confusion and fear, clearly indicating that they hadn't figured out what was going on.

When the undead saw these dozen or so souls, the tense atmosphere was instantly broken.

All the undead went berserk, stretching out their withered arms and rushing madly toward the souls of the bandits.

A lavish feast was about to unfold.

The undead tore the bandits' souls to pieces, greedily devouring their fear.

Anna and Lisa watched this scene quietly, their faces devoid of any extra emotion.

Lynn simply watched calmly from the sidelines.

Is this karma? It's fair, isn't it?

Soon, the bandits' souls were devoured, and the commotion of the dead gradually subsided.

They turned back to Anna, their empty eyes seeming to hold a hint of pleading.

They longed for peace.

Anna nodded, raised her staff, and a holy light shone from the top of the staff.

"In the name of the saint, I will guide you to the world of the dead."

She solemnly declared.

However, the portal connecting the two worlds that was expected did not appear.

The only sound was the raindrops falling on the ground.

"puff--"

Anna swayed and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her white dress red.

"Your Highness!"

Lynn and Lisa exclaimed in surprise at the same time and took a step forward together.

Lisa was faster and caught the swaying Anna first.

Lynn's outstretched hand paused in mid-air. He remembered the curse on his body and ultimately did not go forward to touch it.

If she were to be hit again at this moment, it would truly be adding insult to injury.

“The Church has stripped me of my saintly authority, and I… can no longer open the passage to the Land of the Dead.” Anna leaned against Lisa’s chest, belatedly realizing what was happening, a bitter smile appearing on her face.

"I had already guessed it, but I didn't expect Theodore to be in such a hurry."

Her voice was filled with weariness and self-deprecation.

Anna looked up at the restless spirits that had begun to stir again, unable to find peace, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred.

One of the undead closest to Lynn, seemingly attracted by some quality about him, suddenly stretched out its withered claws and grabbed Lynn's trouser leg.

Then... the undead melted away instantly, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, turning into specks of light and disappearing without a trace.

Lynn was stunned.

Anna and Lisa were also stunned.

What's happening here?

Logically speaking, Lynn's curse shouldn't have any effect on the undead.

So what exactly made them disappear?

Anna didn't sense any magical fluctuations at all; it didn't seem like any kind of purification spell.

Before she could figure it out, the second undead, the third undead... also surged towards Lynn.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they eagerly reached out to touch Lynn's body.

Whenever a spirit touches him, it immediately turns into specks of light and disappears.

Lynn froze completely, standing rooted to the spot, too afraid to move an inch.

In just over ten seconds, all the spirits in front of the stables vanished completely.

All that remained on the open ground was the mud soaked by the rain, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

It wasn't until the last ghost disappeared that Lynn finally knew where they had all gone.

In his spiritual world, in that ancient forest belonging to the Holy Spirit Unicorn, hundreds of floating, semi-transparent figures appeared.

They were no longer the gaunt and terrifying figures they once were, but had returned to their former appearance, their faces radiating peace and tranquility.

The holy unicorn was curiously touching the phantom of a little girl with its spiral horn.

The little girl was laughing happily, reaching out her little hand to stroke the unicorn's head, not afraid at all.

Chapter Nineteen: The Abnormal Siren

What's happening here?

Lynn found that the images in his mind had become incredibly clear.

He can now "see" the ancient forest, the snow-white unicorn, and the angel with tattered wings clearly, no longer just a vague perception.

Anna walked over, the rain blocked by an invisible shield, making the bright red bloodstain on her white dress particularly glaring.

"What about the spirits?" she asked urgently.

She had to make sure that those tormented souls found true rest, rather than being annihilated in some unknown way.

"They've gotten into my head."

Lynn pointed to his head.

"They're very happy right here, right where we captured the unicorn."

Anna and Lisa were both stunned.

Did it get into my brain?

What an absurd statement!

But seeing that Lynn didn't seem to be joking, Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

She chose to believe Lynn.

But... it would be even better if I could confirm it with my own eyes.

"Can I take a look?" Anna asked.

Lynn's expression instantly turned somewhat troubled.

The only way to let Anna see that world seems to be to make direct physical contact with her, just like when we dealt with the unicorn.

The problem is, it's my own curse...

Each contact depletes her sanity.

Lynn really didn't want to cause her any more trouble.

"It's fine."

Anna saw through his concerns and took the initiative to extend her hand.

That hand was slender and fair, possessing an unreal beauty in the dim rain.

Since you've said that, I don't mind anymore.

Lynn didn't hesitate any longer and grabbed Anna's hand.

Warm and slightly cool.

Anna's body trembled slightly, and the bleak world before her seemed to dim even further, but she did not break free.

The next second, a peaceful and warm picture slowly unfolded in her mind.

In an ancient forest, by a clear lake, a sacred unicorn gently lowers its head, allowing the phantom of a little girl with pigtails to stroke its horn.

All around, hundreds of translucent souls sat or stood, their faces radiating a serene peace after liberation.

Bathed in a soft glow, they smiled at each other, all traces of their past pain and resentment gone.

Anna was completely shocked.

She had never heard of such a situation before.

Her previous theory of illusion crumbled the moment the unicorn appeared in reality.

This is not an illusion.

This is a small world... independent of reality.

A high-level mage of level 70 or 80, through a lifetime of research, might be able to create an unstable magical demiplane.

But what about Lynn?

How could an ordinary person with only level 3 and no magic skills have a small world?

This is too outrageous.

Anna looked at Lynn and found that he also looked bewildered.

It seems he himself doesn't know why.

Asking is pointless.

Anna simply stopped asking.

She tried to pull her hand away, but found that Lynn was holding on tightly and had no intention of letting go.

"Actually, there's another thing I'd like to ask for your help with."

Lynn turned to look at Lisa beside him.

"Lisa, could you please extend your hand as well?"

Lisa did not hesitate at all.

Her current sanity level is as high as 91 points, giving her the right to be willful and not afraid of the drain that would occur during those few seconds of contact with Lynn.

Moreover, helping Lynn might also grant you sanity points.

This is practically a sure-fire way to make money.

She stepped forward and offered her hand as well.

Anna on the left, Lisa on the right.

Two completely different sensations, one warm and one cool, came through, but Lynn's mind remained completely unmoved.

He just wants to figure out one thing right now.