Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1075: She was possessed… by a ghost

The Principal, Dora, who arrived shortly after the incident, stood frozen, her eyes blankly staring at the Origin Pillars.

These ancient structures, once deeply buried beneath the earth, now stood tall and proud on the surface.

The soft, sunless light cascaded over them, illuminating their long-hidden forms—pillars that had slept in darkness since nearly the very beginning of the Worlds.

Twelve majestic pillars stood on the circular stone platform, arranged in a perfect ring. Each one shone brilliantly, their surfaces etched with long-forgotten symbols—wave, water, hammer, fire—all pulsing softly, resonating with a strange, living energy.

The marble bases reflected a ghostly light, too uniform to cast shadows. It was as though the light enveloped them from every direction, denying even the existence of darkness.

They were stunning—absolutely awe-inspiring.

But Doraʼs face didnʼt show awe. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her jaw tight. Not even a flicker of wonder crossed her eyes. In fact, they narrowed as veins pulsed visibly on her forehead. Anger, frustration, and something far more complicated twisted within her as she turned sharply toward the Representative Professors with dust-covered clothes, a bleeding cut on their cheeks, their bodies and fatigue dripping from their every movement.

One of them coughed and tried to gather his breath before stammering out an explanation.

”The ground... it just gave way...”

”Yes,” another professor added hoarsely, ”it cracked without warning and collapsed beneath us. We barely had time to react.”

”We tried our best to maintain the barrier, but...” a female professor trailed off with a sigh, her eyes filled with shame.

Their voices were honest, their words laced with exhaustion and pain. Some of them looked down, disheartened that the protective barrier they had maintained for so long had failed. But beneath the despair, a quiet relief glimmered—relief that the burden was finally lifted.

They didnʼt have to hold the barrier anymore. No more sleepless nights. No more constant tension.

Except Delphine.

She stood apart from the others, trembling slightly. Her face was pale, eyes wide, and her lips were pressed together tightly. Victor stood beside her, close enough that his shoulder brushed hers... He could feel the guilt radiating from her.

One of the professors glanced nervously between them before muttering under his breath, ”I-It may have been because... Ms. Delphine left the barrier. Maybe thatʼs what triggered the collapse...”

Doraʼs eyes immediately snapped toward Delphine. ”Left?” she asked coldly, her voice razor-sharp. ”Why would you abandon your post?”

Delphine opened her mouth, struggling to speak. ”I-I... I just—” But before she could finish, Victor stepped forward.

”Thereʼs no point blaming anyone,” he said with a calm, serious expression, though his voice trembled slightly beneath the surface. ”The Origin Pillars were going to rise one way or another. What matters now is deciding what comes next.”

He pointed toward the ruined structure that once stood above the site. The building that had taken days—of effort to construct was now a shattered mess.

Doraʼs sharp eyes locked onto Victor. Something about his tone, his deflection—it didnʼt sit right with her. She could feel it, the tangled mess of truth and lies simmering beneath his words.

But now wasnʼt the time to pry... The pillars were out.

The secret had been exposed. Even with her immediate efforts to seal off the perimeter, workers, and even a few students, had already seen it.

There was no hiding it anymore.

Dora let out a slow breath, steadying herself before addressing the professors again.

”For now,” she said with firm authority, ”no one is to come near this site. Maintain surveillance. Day and night, around the clock. I donʼt care what it takes—just do it.”

The professorsʼ faces turned visibly pale.

”A-All day and night?” one of them asked hesitantly, already drained from the collapse.

Dora didnʼt respond. She simply turned on her heel and walked away—though not before calling out to Delphine and Victor.

”Both of you. My office. Now.”

Delphine flinched at the words, her breath catching in her throat. She could barely bring herself to move, but Victor gently touched her elbow and walked with her. She followed, silent and fearful, her heart pounding in her chest.

Doraʼs new office, though hastily arranged and lacking the prestige of her former one, had a sense of sombre practicality. She sat down behind the desk, folding her hands as she leaned back and fixed her gaze squarely on the two standing before her.

Delphine managed a weak smile, but it trembled at the corners.

Victor stepped forward with a long, deep sigh. ”She didnʼt do anything wrong. It was my fault. I got angry—angry that she was forced to keep maintaining that barrier day after day like a machine. So I snapped. I caused it.”

Doraʼs expression darkened.

”So it was you?” she asked, voice low, dangerous.

Delphineʼs eyes widened with horror. ”No! No, wait! It wasnʼt him, I swear! Iʼm the one who did it!” she cried out, stepping in front of Victor protectively. ”It was me—I lost control. I punched the wall and shattered the underground chamber! Itʼs my fault alone. Please, punish me, not him!”

Dora blinked at the scene before her. A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips. ”Look at you... protecting your beloved.”

Delphine blushed furiously but held her ground. ”Please... just believe me. I was the one who caused the damage. Donʼt blame him. Donʼt punish him. Iʼll take full responsibility.”

Victor looked at her quietly for a moment. Then, his gaze softened with something warm and unspoken. ”Sheʼs lying,” he said calmly. ”I was the one who did it. Everything. Me.”

Delphineʼs head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at him—pure, silent rage etched in her face. /Shut your mouth. I told you Iʼll handle this!/She shouted mentally.

Victor frowned. ”Oh come on, we both know I was the one. Why lie?”

Delphineʼs lips twitched violently. /Now is not the time to be right about this, idiot.../ she groaned in her mind, before turning back toward Dora with an exhausted breath.

”Principal... I believe heʼs only saying that to protect me. He always does that. Please—punish me instead. Iʼll accept whatever you decide.”

Dora stared at the two of them. These two stubborn, infuriating lovebirds are trying to out-sacrifice one another.

But she could see it—Victor was clearly enjoying this. There was amusement behind his eyes. A glint of mischief that mocked the situation.

She sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. ”Anyway... this isnʼt even the reason I called you two here,” she muttered, voice tired as she leaned back again and closed her eyes for a moment.

Delphine blinked, slightly tilting her head, ”Oh? Really?”

Dora gave a small, solemn nod in response.

Delphine blinked again, but this time, her playful demeanour quickly faded. Her expression sharpened with sudden clarity, her posture stiffening. She nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose, standing tall with a commanding presence, like a strict professor slipping back into her role with quiet discipline.

Dora smiled softly, watching the shift in her. That change... the way Delphine could switch from warmth to control with such grace—it was something Dora couldnʼt do.

Then Dora turned toward Victor, her tone lowering. ”Mary… didnʼt accept.”

Victor let out a long, exhausted sigh. His hand rose to his forehead, rubbing it with the kind of frustration that had grown too familiar. ”What about Nyx?” he asked, his voice laced with the last traces of hope. ”You could have persuaded her, right?”

Dora shook her head, her face already showing the disappointment she was about to voice. ”Nyx is... difficult, to say the least. Sheʼs not someone you can sway with logic or emotion. She only listens to Mary. No one else ever held that leash.”

She waved her hand dismissively, her voice flat with tiredness, ”I told them everything. I told them what might happen, how dangerous the exposure was. But Mary, as always... she couldnʼt care less.”

Victor stared at her in silence for a moment before lowering his gaze with a resigned sigh. ”I guess… thatʼs it, then. Weʼre on our own.”

Dora nodded again, this time weaker, her expression showing the strain of so many dead ends. ”I even tried to reach out to Lia,” she confessed. ”But Mary... sheʼs made it nearly impossible. I couldnʼt even speak to her daughter. Sheʼs like a wall now.”

She groaned softly, running a hand through her hair, clearly at her limit.

Delphine blinked beside them, her brows slowly knitting. She looked back and forth between Dora and Victor, completely out of her depth, ”Wait… whatʼs going on here? What are you two talking about?”

But Dora didnʼt respond immediately. She just let out a slow exhale, as if letting the weight of failed diplomacy slip from her shoulders. ”Anyway,” she said finally, ”We cannot force her. The Chosen One must walk her path, and itʼs no longer our place to interfere.”

With a sharp snap of her fingers, the door creaked open.

A familiar figure entered—an old woman with a kind face and gentle eyes. It was the nurse who worked in the Academyʼs infirmary.

Victor raised his eyebrows.

Doraʼs face hardened into something more formal, her words crisp and deliberate. ”After a thorough investigation, weʼve come to a conclusion,” she said. ”She was not involved in the collapse of the Academy.”

Victor nodded, of course... He already knew that much.

”She was being manipulated,” Dora added with emphasis.

Victor nodded, of course.... he had already suspected.

”She was possessed… by a ghost.”

Victor nodded of cours--

”Wait-- Ghost?” His eyebrows shot up, caught completely off guard.

Meanwhile…

A pair of cold eyes stared at the rising Origin Pillar from a distance. The gaze was deep, focused, as if the sight before them stirred a memory long buried.

Kara stood still, her lips parting slowly as a breath escaped her.

”After the Ancient Era…” she murmured to herself, ”this is only the second time Iʼve seen this.” and softly chuckled, ”Hah.. The first time… it ended in nothing but destruction.”

Beside her, a woman with curious eyes and a faint smirk looked between Kara and the glowing structure. ”Kara? Whatʼs that thing?” she asked, cocking her head. Her voice held intrigue but also unease, as though the pillar made her stomach twist in ways she couldnʼt explain.

Kara exhaled, her expression distant and unreadable. Then, she shrugged casually. ”Who cares?” she said with lightness, ”Weʼre only here for the money, right?”

With that, she bent down and started picking through the debris. Stones, broken chunks of marble, twisted steel beams—her hands moved methodically. But as she brushed aside a pile, a small, smooth stone dislodged and rolled to the edge.

It tumbled silently… bouncing once… then slipping between the cracks of the rubble-covered ground.

Falling deeper…

Underneath the weight of fractured stone, concrete, and dust...

The little stone rolled… until it dropped against something pale,

Thuck!

A massive hand—white, unnaturally pale—rested beneath the wreckage. It had stitches crudely running across its surface, as though it had been sewn together.

The arm was severed just below the forearm, but there was no blood. No rot. No decay.

Just eerie silence.

Then…

Twitch.

One finger—stiff and lifeless—shifted.

The slightest movement. Subtle. Barely a flicker.

But it moved.