Roy tied Francesca up in a position straight out of an adult film using his cursed hair, then walked to the bedroom door and slammed it shut.
The white-dressed ghost girl, who had run off earlier, froze in confusion. Roy hadn't come out of the room—instead, strange noises started coming from inside.
"Alright, beautiful, now no one will disturb us!"
As soon as Roy finished speaking, rapid knocking sounded at the door.
Again?!
Roy was furious. He turned and yanked the door open, only to see the white-dressed girl standing there. The moment she saw him, she tried to bolt, but Roy was faster—he grabbed her in one swift motion.
"Kid, where are your parents? Go get them!"
The girl thought, If I really called my parents here, you'd die of fright. But being a kind-hearted ghost, she still tried to warn him.
"Sir, this place is dangerous! You should leave now!"
Roy glared at her.
"I know whether it's dangerous or not! Stop interrupting me, or I'll spank your ass! Now scram!"
He tossed her out and slammed the door shut again.
The ghost girl landed softly, completely stunned.
(White-Dressed Ghost Girl, Hairline Slightly Receding)
As the only benevolent ghost on the haunted ship, she had always tried to save those who accidentally wandered aboard. Though her efforts had never succeeded—no one had ever left the ship alive—no one had ever been as stubborn as Roy.
After some hesitation, the kind-hearted ghost girl decided to try one last time to snap Roy out of his delusion.
But as she reached the bedroom door and raised her hand to knock, the door swung open from the inside—Roy had been waiting for her.
All those strange noises earlier? Just a ruse.
"Sir, this place is really danger—AHHH!"
Roy wasn't in the mood for her warnings. He yanked her over his knee and started spanking her like a drum.
Honestly, it had been a while since Roy had engaged in this particular activity. Maria and Emma had been so well-behaved lately that his skills had gotten rusty.
On the other hand, his African drumming techniques had improved dramatically—the four little witches of the Apocalypse Society seemed to love it whenever he played.
"Ouch! Stop! I'm sorry! I won't bother you again!"
Roy wasn't buying it.
Wait, she's literally a ghost, so of course she's spouting ghostly nonsense.
"Hmph! If I see you again, I'll spank you harder!"
He tossed her out once more and shut the door.
Tears of blood streaming down her face, the ghost girl rubbed her sore bottom and stormed off in a huff.
Inside the room, Francesca had tried to free herself from the cursed hair while Roy was dealing with the ghost girl. But she had underestimated the art of Asian rope bondage and the durability of cursed hair.
By the time Roy returned, she was still tightly bound.
"Alright, Francesca, now that no one's interrupting us… let's continue."
Rubbing his hands together, Roy approached her. The Latina ghost's eyes widened as if she wanted to scream, but Roy covered her mouth before she could.
Unlike the obedient Japanese ghosts, this Latina specter was still resisting—even trying to bite him.
Unfortunately for her, Roy was far tougher than she expected. If she'd still been alive, her teeth would've shattered.
Roy loomed over her, his gaze commanding.
"Francesca, struggling is pointless. Keep your eyes on me."
Bound by the cursed hair, Francesca was forced to maintain an utterly humiliating position.
After multiple failed escape attempts, she finally realized how terrifying Roy's strength was. She stopped resisting, but her eyes burned with hatred.
"You'll regret this!"
Roy grabbed her beautiful brown hair like reins.
"Shh. Keep going."
The next second, Francesca's face began to change—aging decades in an instant, transforming into a wrinkled, white-haired crone.
"Do you still like me like this?"
Evil spirits fed on fear, so they loved terrifying the living—it weakened their victims and strengthened themselves. A win-win.
Back when Roy had dealt with Sadako and Kayako, the two ghosts had pulled the same trick, trying to scare him off with their horrifying forms.
As if Roy would back down halfway.
Roy pulled out his cursed daggers and stabbed them into Francesca's shoulders. The curse's power immediately began corroding her body.
Her expression twisted in pain.
"Change. Back."
Compared to being outright killed by the cursed daggers, servicing Roy's scepter was nothing.
Sadako and Kayako emerged from the daggers, helping Roy control the situation so he could focus.
Helpless, Francesca reverted to her beautiful form and silently endured the humiliation.
The sensation of a ghost was different—like chugging an ice-cold soda on a scorching summer day. The occasional change of pace was refreshing.
Especially with two obedient ghosts assisting him.
Roy felt like an ancient decadent emperor, with servants anticipating his every need.
A single glance was all it took for Sadako and Kayako to reposition Francesca, turning her rear armor toward Roy.
"Wow. Now that's a rare sight."
Among the women Roy knew, many had impressive headlights—Elizabeth, Heather, and even Jennifer after her bloodline fusion ritual.
But rear armor of this caliber? Rare.
American beauty standards hadn't yet reached the future's obsession with exaggerated proportions, so not many focused on training—or modifying—their rear armor.
Roy couldn't resist giving Francesca's backside a sharp slap, producing a loud smack.
The humiliation only deepened her resentment.
"I'll never forgive you!"
Roy smirked, leaning closer.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing. I'm not letting you go either."
With that, he pulled out his beloved Smith & Wesson M629 ivory-handled revolver and placed it in front of Francesca. He planned to seal her inside, just like he had with Sadako and Kayako.
Such a beauty would be a waste to simply destroy. Better to take her along.
Francesca turned her head in shock, immediately understanding his intentions.
"You dare—"
Roy cut her off roughly, making her relive the sensation of her own death.
"No more talking. Just feel."
Francesca's eyes glazed over as she felt her soul and will being slowly tamed. She didn't want to submit, but she was powerless against Roy.
Even Sadako and Kayako alone could suppress her, let alone Roy himself.
"No… Antonia Graza, save me!"
Wait, who did she just call?
Roy frowned. Antonia Graza was the name of the ghost ship. If Francesca was calling for help, shouldn't she be summoning other ghosts on board?
Unless…
Before Roy could ponder further, the temperature in the room plummeted. The luxurious bedroom began rotting away, peeling like the shift between Silent Hill's real world and its nightmare counterpart.
The elegant wallpaper and decorations crumbled, revealing the decay beneath.
So this ghost ship has its own alternate dimension too? Interesting.
But compared to Silent Hill's meticulously crafted hellscape, this one was far less refined.
Silent Hill's world was nearly complete—proof of Samael's grand ambitions. He had likely wanted to replace God after His disappearance.
But Samael had failed. Silent Hill's world was flawed, incapable of becoming a self-sustaining reality.
Sometimes, even a 0.01% deviation was a catastrophic error.
Twisted, deformed ghosts began flooding the room, wailing, sobbing, and cursing—an unbearable cacophony meant to terrify.
"Shut up! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Roy's roar sent Sadako and Kayako charging into the horde, slaughtering without mercy.
The two ghosts had long since recovered from their injuries sustained in the battle against Mammon. In fact, they'd grown even stronger—thanks to Roy feeding them evildoers over the past few months.
Now, they were nearing the peak of evil spirits' power. One more step, and they'd become Spirit Lords—equivalent to Eastern Ghost Kings.
At that level, a ghost could single-handedly create a haunted domain.
In fact, Roy suspected the ghost ship already housed a Spirit Lord. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to generate such dense fog.
Considering Francesca's earlier plea…
Wait, why does this suddenly feel like I'm cucking someone?
The last time he'd felt this way was when he'd discussed Samael with Lilith.
While Roy was lost in thought, Francesca had reached her limit.
"Why…?!"
At this critical moment, she lost control of her body, overwhelmed by despair and pleasure until she blacked out.
If she'd been human, Roy would've stopped to avoid killing her.
But since she was a ghost? No mercy. Best to finish this quickly.
With that in mind, Roy began rapidly stacking Lethal Tempo, repeatedly sending Francesca back to the grave.
Each time she revived, he immediately knocked her down again—like spawn-camping in a video game.
[Ding! Obtained Francesca's Conquest Treasure Chest! Open it?]
Roy took a step back, and Sadako and Kayako immediately rushed over, competing to clean his weapon.
"Hold on, not yet. Let me deal with Francesca first."
The two ghosts obediently knelt to the side, watching eagerly.
Roy's next step was simple—he carved a sigil into Francesca's back using his own blood, similar to the mark Elizabeth had placed on him.
This mark required the target's willing submission, functioning like a demonic contract.
Compared to the sealing technique used on Sadako and Kayako, this was more demanding—the caster had to be a high-ranking demon.
But the payoff was worth it.
Francesca's rebelliousness meant Roy couldn't just seal her away in a random magical item. He couldn't use the Hound's Ring (too precious) or the Executioner's Blade (too dangerous).
"Lost soul Francesca, I, Roy Black, offer you this pact. Do you accept?"
Francesca lay motionless, still unconscious.
"I asked you a question!"
Roy delivered another sharp slap to her raised rear armor—the sheer elasticity was unreal.
Francesca jolted awake, her mind still foggy as she stared blankly at Roy.
"Well? Do you accept?"
Her first instinct was to refuse, but Roy grabbed her throat and resumed his disciplinary action.
The sheer G-force was unmatched.
"ANSWER ME!"
"Waaah… I accept! I accept!"
In the end, Francesca's soul fully surrendered to Roy's overwhelming justice, sobbing her agreement.
As she spoke, the bloody sigil on her back ignited.
At the same time, the room's environment shifted once more.