Cold sweat ran down Christin Lewis’ back.

“Hehe, hehehe.”

A creepy voice echoed from somewhere in the village. The Players stiffened after hearing the sound, and they slowly turned toward where it had come from.

“Hehehe!”

The pallid and bloodied head of a woman was peeking out of the well in the middle of the village. The woman’s demeanor resembled that of a ghost, which was an eerie sight to behold.

Christin Lewis immediately reached a conclusion at the sight.

‘T-there is no way we can win against that thing…’

“Hehe.”

The woman looked at the Players one by one before hiding in the well.

Christin used the communication channel to speak.

[Everyone. Retreat… right now…!]

Bzzz!

The Players were close to each other, but the communication channel was malfunctioning.

‘This is ridiculous. Is it not working because of that woman’s Force?’

Christin bit his lips. Nothing good would come out if he created a commotion here, but he had no other choice but to shout, “Retreat! We have to retreat—right now…!”

“Y-yes, sir!”

The Players nodded like crazy. However, they hadn’t even taken a single step yet, but the residents of the village started to emerge from the nearby buildings.

“W-what is going on?!”

“T-those people are…”

The Players’ faces distorted...