Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1875: Saving The Slaves
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What the man was experiencing was merely a vivid dream. He humped a cushion like a mindless chihuahua in heat, already ensnared by one of Maria’s Dream Spells.
"As if I would ever like a disgusting man like you..."
Maria held impossibly high standards for men. Lucifer, Jonathan, and Susanoo were all extraordinary, immensely handsome, powerful, and genuinely kind. No other man could ever measure up in her eyes.
She had seized the opportunity when invited into the Slave Market Master’s office, planting a Dream Spell deep inside his mind.
Undetectable, embedded within his very soul, the man believed every fantasy felt utterly real.
When he finally finished, he gazed at Maria with dazed, adoring eyes.
"The Spell of Lust has him. He’s mine now."
She avoided Soul Chains; those left lingering resentment and visible inner struggle. The magic Lilith had taught her was far more lethal—once the conditions were met, it could effortlessly conquer hearts and minds. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Heheh, my dear master, you’re an incredible Lust Sorcerer!" Lilith’s tiny spirit giggled from within Maria’s soul, safely hidden from external surveillance.
Maria had already "hacked" the surveillance—a powerful network of magic circuits blanketing the entire market—making it appear as though Emilia and the old man had enjoyed a passionate, loving session.
"Aheee... My beautiful, beautiful black rose... ask anything, and I will do it all for you." Completely under her thrall, the old man longed to serve Maria until his dying breath.
"Yes, I desire something. Tell me where every single slave you’ve ever sold is located," Maria commanded. "And use your authority to bring them all to the storehouse outside the empire’s palace."
"Y-Yes! The documents are right here!" The man hurriedly handed her a cube-shaped magic artifact brimming with records.
Maria scanned it quickly. At least five hundred thousand slaves had been sold since the market’s inception, all under this one man’s management.
This nameless old wretch, whom Maria refused to dignify with a name, had single-handedly ignited the world’s obsession with slavery.
He also personally owned over a hundred slaves in his manor.
Yet with a single command from him, they were all marched to the warehouse.
There, the butler Julia had positioned stepped forward with a calm smile.
"Thank you, gentlemen. I’ll take it from here," he said.
"What? Who are you— Ah..."
The workers slumped instantly into deep sleep as the butler activated a small magic artifact hidden in his fake right eye, releasing an engraved sleeping dream gas spell.
He swiftly adjusted the surrounding magic circuits to conceal the incident from surveillance, then used the same artifact he had once given Julia to teleport every bewildered slave directly into Maria’s Soul Realm.
"It is done, young lady." The butler settled inside the carriage, casually reading capital news and sipping tea.
"Thank you," Maria replied with a nod. "Very well, our business here is finished for now—but you will remain extremely useful. Tell every other man you know how incredible I am in bed. Let it spread like a contagious disease of love."
"Yes!" The man groaned in ecstasy, rushing outside while pretending to behave normally, forever bound to Maria’s will.
"It all took three hours, but it should be fine by now," Maria murmured, stepping out to rejoin the seven orc warrior ladies and Julia.
Every other slave now rested safely in her Soul Realm, collars removed.
These seven, however, remained under constant watch; bringing them into the small office would raise too many questions.
"I think I’ve done everything I could," Maria sighed. "Julia?"
"Y-You had sex with him?!" Julia gasped, cheeks flaming red. "W-Wow... I had no idea you could use such techniques..."
"It... wasn’t like that," Maria said, rolling her eyes. "Whatever the case, let’s go. You girls better behave, alright? By the way, you look beautiful in those dresses! Ohohoho! Who would have thought the barbarian race could produce such stunning beauties! Hohohoho! My, my, my! I will have such fun with you lot once we return home!" Maria kept up her flamboyant act, disarming even the slightest suspicion.
The orc ladies blushed faintly at her bold declarations. Unlike the repulsive men who had tried to buy them, Maria was breathtakingly beautiful—they wouldn’t mind pleasing her if it ever came to that.
Their tribe’s culture was open about intimacy for those yet to find fated partners. Elders encouraged experimentation, believing it fostered greater harmony within the clan.
"Enjoy the ball. You’re now my slaves, so if anyone dares turn you away, tell them exactly whom you serve," Maria instructed.
The orc ladies beamed, happily indulging in the lavish food, wine, and drinks, even causing a small, cheerful scene.
"Excuse me, Lady Emilia, but...!" A soldier moved to intercept her.
Maria turned, flashing a radiant smile and fluttering her fan.
Pink clouds drifted gently toward the man’s nostrils. His eyes glowed faintly.
"A-Ah...! What was I saying just now?" he mumbled, dazed.
"That you were deeply in love with me!" Emilia replied, hiding her face behind the fan in feigned embarrassment, radiating shy charm. "I know you’re just a soldier, but your words have truly touched my heart... I-I will think about it, okay?"
"A-Ahhh! Of course...! I will eagerly await your answer!" The soldier blushed furiously and retreated in flustered shame.
Maria’s methods were intricately layered—blending Dream Essence, Lilith’s magic, and Telekinesis—so seamless that even highly trained soldiers laden with magical artifacts and protections could not resist her "charm."
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please remain silent. His Majesty, descendant of our great God King Odin, has arrived!" a general announced. "All attention to His Majesty, Charles VI... and his dear wife of the last ten years, Lady Maribell III!"
Two imposing figures stepped onto the stage.
A tall, muscular man with long blonde hair, a short blonde beard, and piercing blue eyes wore regal attire and a large golden crown.
At his side stood a beautiful woman with pale skin, long red hair, glowing blue eyes, slightly pointed ears, and... an eerily familiar face.
"Wait, who is she?" Maria wondered. "I remember her from somewhere..."
As Maria struggled to place the memory, the Emperor raised his wine glass alongside his wife in a toast.
"Today I stand before you all once more, and I am glad—proud—of what we have achieved together!" His voice boomed, strong and commanding. "Midgard will continue under our fair rule, and soon the rest of the world will know the great fury and righteousness of our supreme God Odin—and of us, his beloved children!"
"OOOOHHHH!"
The nobles erupted in cheers, raising their cups high, laughing, and praising their mighty Emperor.
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