Chapter 152: Walton's Conundrum
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 152: Walton's Conundrum

Earth time, November 20. Half a month had passed since the start of the second beta.

It was the ninth month in OtherWorld, a time when agricultural farmers paid their tithes.

Young Master Parker Chapman Odysse, forced to "stay" at Weisshem Town Hall, endured a night full of nightmares.

In his nightmare, a man with black snaking hair, akin to a resurrected demon, stood atop a mountain of corpses under a blood-tinged sky, chanting curses that resonated powerfully.

This was the terrible curse that haunted Parker throughout his adolescence, deeply etched in his soul like the images from that old newspaper scrapbook…

"When I am not present, you all may commit evil deeds.

"When no one knows, you all may commit evil deeds.

"But remember; evil that is committed will be accounted for.

"When the reckoning comes, all the sufferings of the victims will be repaid tenfold!

"The agony of shattered bones, the torment of flesh being peeled away will accompany your wails, offering a belated funeral procession to the victims!

"—Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent!!"

Parker awoke, drenched in sweat as if he were in the bloodstained palace his grandfather had once visited; that fearsome lunatic blustered among the corpses less than 20 meters away from him, snarling at him.

The voice grew louder, stronger, and… closer.

"Good evening," the demonic figure in the nightmare extended its bloodstained claws, grasping his hand and sneering. "Do you know me?"

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!"

Parker's eyes jerked wide open.

An unfamiliar ceiling, and an unfamiliar room.

If not for his familiar manservant by his side and his concerned butler entering the room, Parker might have continued screaming…

Supported by his manservant, Parker sat up and allowed the butler to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He asked weakly, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

"Villagers paying their grain taxes," his butler answered. "The yard is full of people, so it's bound to be noisy."

"Grain taxes?" Parker's mind struggled to catch up before he sud

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