Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

Chapter 1066: Maria Brother's Life



Arthur's life had been filled with a lot of pain and suffering.

It was only at the beginning where he was able to enjoy life as it truly was, only briefly, for his first years, living as a spoiled noble boy.

Now, he could barely remember the face of his mother or his father. Their love and care, their smiles, their voices, their words.

All of these things had begun slowly becoming foggier memories as he kept on living, as he kept on struggling, and as he kept on escaping from danger.

From this accursed world that destroyed his family and took everything away from him.

His big sister...

His beloved sister, Maria.

He could still remember her face, barely. And her smile, and her laughter, and her snarky jokes.

And he could also remember the boyfriend she carried everywhere in her shenanigans, a man that would later on be known as the hero of light, Jonathan.

They took it all away, everything.

He still could remember how happy he was back then, how blessed he was, and how unaware of his own fortune he was.

Out of nowhere, one day, they came. They acted nice at first, trying to let his parents open the gates for them.

And they foolishly do so, as nobles, they wanted to solve whatever problem they had peacefully and through conversation and negotiation.

A terrible mistake.

This world's "order" was nothing but fake. It was simulated. It has always been about who was the strongest and who is the weakest.

The Gods commanded, as the strongest, and everyone and everything below them must obey or die.

Nobles or not, they were taken away.

Arthur could still remember his mother screaming in horror as the knights grabbed her and started dragging her away.

His father tried to fight back, but they hit him in the head and then he fell unconscious, they dragged him away as his nose bled.

And his sister was nowhere to be seen, she wasn't there when it happened, but he quickly learned, after having managed to escape with his aunt before the knights were to learn he and his aunt were in the house, that his sister was executed promptly after.

He was barely 7 when it all happened, he didn't know how to even process everything, he was constantly crying, without knowing what would be of his future. He wanted to see his mama and his papa again, he wanted to meet his sister again.

But his aunt didn't let him, she couldn't let him die like the rest. They traveled the entire continent, escaping the ever-approaching clutches of the church. Every town they visited was quickly overrun by them, seeking them without rest.

Even though they had already taken away the treasure of the family, even though they had already killed everyone, they couldn't let that one little child escape.

They simply couldn't, the gods demanded the whole family to be dead, just like they had wiped out the other families that possessed the fragments of the Evil Gods that their ancestors had left for their successors to protect and hide.

"Run away, Arthur! Run away and don't look back! Your aunt will be fine... I promise you."

Eventually, his aunt died, as she tried to buy time for him while he ran away down the streets of a small city near the golden sands. She told him that she loved him like a son, before she ran head-first towards the knights, their swords mercilessly slashing her entire body into pieces. As he ran away, Arthur dared to look back, only to see the horrendous and ruthless way his aunt died, leaving him scarred for the rest of his life, as tears of horror, despair, and agony accompanied him for many days after that.

"Auntie..."

For the next weeks, he wandered the desert aimlessly, barely managing to survive, but with an ever-deteriorating body. He had to survive however he could, drinking the juice of cactuses, evading deadly monsters, and eating any bug he found.

"Ugh... mom, dad..."

Sometimes he would get sick, vomit, and get poisoned, but slowly he would heal, developing new skills that aided at his survival. Because he was from a noble family that were descendants of Heroes summoned from Another World, he had passive skills that helped him to better adapt to things, and also to learn resistance-related skills faster.

"Big sis..."

He never forgot his family, always having them within his heart, as he kept on living, for them. Slowly, he survived, but never thrived, always running away, always looking for a new meal, always starving and thirsty, until finally, as he continued living aimlessly in these desertic lands, he found a city, the port city where he spent the next five years.

The City of Emerald Fountain.

It was a place that he would later learn to be an even worse hell, dominated by corrupted gangs and vampires everywhere. He barely scrapped by as a beggar before he was forced to become a thief.

Eventually, he joined a gang of orphans with similar lifestyles, and as he grew older, the skills he gained through his harsh life proved to be useful at leading others like him, and to become a leader. He gained friends, trusted bonds, and above all, a place he thought he could call home, even as harsh as it was.

Yet not all good things last forever. After years, the vampires finally tracked them all down, kidnaping the children one after another, and they found him too, Arthur.

After learning his true identity they wanted to give him away to the church, but their master, Hendrick, had other plans for Arthur.

"You will be an ideal bargaining chip to negotiate with your damned bitch of a sister." Smiled the vampire.

"S-Sister? My sister is dead..." Arthur muttered. "T-They executed her..."

"She's dead, yes, but that didn't stop her." Hendrick sighed. "That bitch, that piece of trash

that doesn't know when to stop, that doesn't learn her damned place! She has crawled out of the damn graveyard as a ghost and has been ruining our plans one after another!"

"My sister... a ghost?" Arthur gasped. "She... She's fighting...?"

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