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Fred was interrupted for the second time, and this time, I was not endorsing the interruption at all. It was not me or George, who hindered Fred. Instead, this time, it was merely a voice that spoke over Fred, as he wanted to say something back to me.

It was a masculine voice, that was rich and honeyed toned. The voice came from everywhere all at once, and it was deep, and melodious at the same time. If I had to place it, then I must say, it was really like the voice of the devil, speaking to us. And we all hear what it said, loud and clear.

"Sorry to interrupt your bickering little ones, but I will have to politely ask you, to proceed on with explaining all the different types of ghosts you know." The voice said, immediately, goosebumps started to run throughout the course of my body and, especially, my arm. We are truly in a horror movie, I thought as I shivered at the idea.

Although the ghost sounded very polite, and it did even say that it was trying to be polite, it wasn't. I could feel the underlying threat and bloodlust coming from the voice, it was crystal clear that if we did not do as it said, then it is game over for us.

Still, I had to try and find where this fucking this bastard is, so I craned my neck from side to side, trying to locate where the voice was coming from, but it was impossible. The place was covered in a sheet of pure darkness with only three small stars lighting the place, our wands. Forget finding the ghost, I could not even see a meter of space right before me. 

"Well then, why don't we get started right back up?" The voice asked, but it was clearly not a question but a command, and from that command, I could feel that it was losing patience. From that, I could tell that it really wanted some answers for something related to ghosts. 

Before I could put any more thought into that, the ghost whispered, "I am talking to you little boy, with the golden hair..."

George notched me on the ribs with his elbow, then whispered to me in a voice that only he and I could hear and said. "Do as it says while I look for it."

I nodded my head at him slowly and carefully so that it would not be obvious to our polite ghost. That sounded like a good plan...really, the only plan we have, I guess.

So with that compromise that George and I came to, I got back into my speech on ghosts. 

"As I was saying before good sir, there are many types of ghosts out there is the big wide world. Too many in fact to cover in one sitting, so I will be covering the main ones, if it is to your liking. What do you say?" I asked the ghosts, hoping against all hope, that he would show himself, so that I could light the fucker with some of the spells that I got ready for especially him. 

But he didn't, either he is too smart and he knows better than to show himself to a wizard so that he could be chalk filled with spells. Or he is a fucking coward, I think I will be going with a fucking coward. 

Still, he did grace us by speaking up and saying, "Talk to me about wraiths, little golden one... I would appreciate it very much if you did."

Interesting I thought, very interesting... Why is he so interested in wraiths? It is like he wa-... No Way! That could not be possible. Mhh, but all clues point to it. 

Thoughts, ideas, and suspicions kept on racing through my mind, but I decided it would be best to keep it to myself until this whole fiasco is over. So, I locked it all up in my heart then played things as if it was all normal, and did as I was commanded by the ghost. 

"There is not much I do know about wraiths, good sir, but the few things I do know about them makes it absolutely clear that they should be feared and avoided at all cost. 

One great wizard even went as far as to say that; 'these vile creatures of terror and horror make even the ghastly dementors of renown, look like nothing more than house kittens!' 

Although I must admit, that he was a bit unhinged, so I would take whatever he says with a pinch of salt." I said, then I added something else, which was more of a commentary than any fun facts. "I do not understand what the thing is with craziness and wizardry." 

As if the voice did not hear my brilliant commentary on wizards and witch. It decided to completely ignore my comment, and it must have thought it would be a much better idea to spend time speaking to itself. 

I listened in the best I could and was rewarded by being able to catch a few of the things it was saying to itself. "Mhh, I think that thing was a wraith that s-" Then the next thing I caught was, "yes that is most likely." Not much to go on but it would have to do I suppose. 

After it concluded it's own conversation to itself, it noticed us once more and remembered that there was a few little bugs in its territory. Time to clean out the trash, it thought to itself wickedly. 

"Well, children. I thank you very much, from the deepest part of my heart, for sharing all that with me. For that, I will make sure that your deaths' will be as painless as possible."

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Ethan: "They should be arriving soon enough."

Ethan says so while staring out the window. He and Sneha are sitting in the opposite corners of the passengers lobby.

Sneha: "Talking about Ro and … Barry?"

Sneha asks the question as she wishes for the answer to be 'no'. She doesn't want to hear a 'yes' to that but she already knows that's the answer.

Ethan: "Yeah."

And the answer doesn't surprise her at all.

Sneha: "No matter how devious you are, I really doubt you can outsmart someone like Barry, especially when he also has Ro's support."

Ethan: "Well, that's the interesting part, isn't it?"

Ethan accepts that evaluation of his abilities without a struggle. So what does he intend to do? What exactly is he thinking?

Ethan: "I'd like it if more people were sent to stop us since that will make it easier to create some chaos, but I think those two will be the only ones who would come."

Sneha: "And why's that?"

Ethan: "Simply put, the fact that Barry didn't do anything while we were ambushing Ro means he hadn't figured out my plan back then."

She nods in affirmation.

Ethan: "So whenever he figured it out, he probably rushed here along with Ro who obviously would have wanted to come as well. I doubt they would have waited long enough to let others get ready to come here."

Sneha: "You are saying because he was already late in noticing it, he would rush here so he could at least minimize the damage."

Ethan: "Something like that."

Ethan nods while smiling as he answers her question. His logic makes sense, surprisingly enough seeing how his mind isn't the most sensible thing on the planet.

Sneha: "I see."

Sneha thinks of what may happen when they come here as she looks at Ethan. He doesn't seem bothered by it at all. It is almost as if he's inviting them here.

Sneha: "So is this part of your plan?"

Ethan: "Well, it sure is convenient to think that way, isn't it?"

An unexpected answer comes from Ethan, forcing her to look at his expressions, which she finds to be –

Sneha: "What's up with that face?"

The smile has vanished from his face and what has replaced it is a dark expression showcasing almost despair.

Ethan: "It just happens to be that's what people like to believe. They think every problem that arises in their lives is because of a scheme of other, all the while they live as if they are saints."

Sneha doesn't say anything. The sudden change in his expression is so overwhelming that she can't bring herself to respond.

Ethan: "That's what causes genocide, doesn't it? I bet that's what caused that incident 12 years ago."

Ethan's words make sense, but Sneha has no idea why he would certainly start saying these things. It's true that he may think these things deep underneath but did something she say trigger them to come out? After all, just a little while ago, he was smirking. No, to say the truth, she had always known – that smile of his was a fake one.

Sneha: "So … you mean to tell me this is not a part of your plan? Shouldn't that mean we are in trouble?"

Ethan stays silent for a moment while the darkness slowly goes away from his face. He then sighs and answers,

Ethan: "Well, they think it is all part of my plan, so it doesn't matter what's the truth. After all, history isn't shaped on facts; it is shaped on people's perception of those facts."

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Having flown in the jet for hours now, Barry and Ro are getting more and more anxious about finding and intercepting Ethan. They knew the journey will take a while, but they had no idea it would take this long.

Ro: "Hey, you sure we are going in the right direction, right?"

Barry: "Here's a friendly advice for you, whenever someone says that, they only end up increasing their own stress level no matter what the answer is."

Ro clicks his tongue in annoyance at both his partner and the situation they are in. Barry tries to keep a poker face while answering Ro, but in truth he too is desperately asking this question to himself.

Barry: "Well, can you check where we are right now?"

Ro: "Wouldn't that increase stress?"

Ro says as if get back on him, but then goes on to check their location anyway.

Ro: "We are …"

He stops mid-sentence on noticing where they are.

Barry: "Something wrong?"

Ro: "We are … about a minute away from the island."

Barry: "What!"

Both ghosts look at each other in astonishment. Neither of them expected they'd reach the island so soon, and before they ever come across Ethan's jet as well.

Ro: "Doesn't this pose problems on our front though?"

Ro asks the obvious question that starts bugging the both of them.

Barry: "This might not be that bad of a situation actually."

Ro: "Huh?"

Barry: "We were to come here eventually anyway, so why not now? And if things are going right, then we can just stop Ethan when he comes here."

Ro understands Barry's logic but he thinks this ghost is being too optimistic about the situation.

Ro: "I get what you are saying. The thing is – what if Ethan's already here?"

Barry: "That's fine as well. As long as Kais hasn't agreed to his deal, it should be fine, right? After all, we did take into account the possibility that he may come here before we ever get a chance to intercept him."

Ro: "Well, that's true as well."

They did indeed think of that situation as a possibility and came up with counter-measures for it. So they can manage the situation as long as Ethan's schemes haven't succeeded.

Barry: "Well then,"

He looks at Ro, and both nod. Following that, the black jet whose pilot isn't even in the jet is brought down to the island and they get off on the shore.

Ro: "No matter what you may say about technology, travelling in a jet whose pilot controls it from a station back from the Vampire Kingdom is still creepy."

Barry: "Well, it isn't our technology, you know. The Vampire Kingdom stole this thing from the Ghost Nation. They are the ones you should blame for it."

As the two continue to do some off-topic chatter, the doors are opened up for them to get out.

Ro: "Okay then, we should first find out if he is here or not?"

Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand, Ro says so.

Barry: "True."

???: "Do you really plan to do so?"

But just as the two are about to head out, the barrier is crossed by another jet and a voice comes from it. This jet is much more ordinary looking than the black jet that the two ghosts have travelled in but regardless it is a high speed jet.

Ro: "What the hell?"

The jet lands on the ground right beside the black jet and the door opens up. Two people come out from the jet and they are two people both the ghosts can recognize pretty easily.

Ro: "Ethan!? Sneha!? What's …?"

The timing has been too good to be a coincidence. This definitely isn't a coincidence is what the two ghosts think.

Ethan: "Are you perhaps considering the possibility that this might not be coincidence?"

Barry: "What's going on here?"

Sneha sighs on hearing Barry's question as she looks at Ethan,

Sneha: "I can't believe such a plan worked."

Ethan: "Hey now, even something like my eyes can be useful sometimes."

Ro: "Your eyes?"

Ethan looks at Ro and Barry as he continues,

Ethan: "We had no way to tell where this island was so we got undercover and let your jet pass by. Once you entered the barrier, all we had to do was following your lead and lower yourselves accordingly."

Ro: "But you shouldn't have been able to see our jet."

Sneha sighs as she hears that. Ethan gleefully responds to Ro.

Ethan: "You tried to use a lower-level version of the invisibility spell surrounding this place on your own jet, right?

He pauses to observe the reaction of the two ghosts. Their gazes stay fixed on Ethan as he says these words. This brings a certain sense of joy to him, but he continues without trying to celebrate.

Ethan: "Unfortunately, my eyes can't be deceived by that level of spell. That's the one thing I have that separates me from completely normal humans.

Barry: "Wait now, are you telling me …"

Barry stops mid-sentence. He can't grasp the situation. No, in truth, he can grasp the situation but that is what makes it so hard to accept.

Ethan: "Well, I guess I'll finish it for you …"

He says as he closes his eyes and pauses. Then, opening his eyes, and staring right at the two ghosts, this 'normal' human says,

Ethan: "I have 'The Eyes of Truth'."

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Those who can do things scientifically impossible are called supernaturals. Among those who know about them, there maybe those who fear them, those who respect them or even those who want to kill them. That however doesn’t matter to the supernatural named Kais as he has and wants no connection with anything that might be related to the world of supernaturals. However, the day he meets a particular brown-haired youth, that would change and he who has tried to run away from the truth for many years will be forced to confront it.

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Dropping Chan down almost gently once this snow white Ghost made an entrance, the 10 foot tall woman being curious of the interrupting Ghost's thoughts, couldn't help but ask. "What do you suggest for us to do, Grand Leader." Grand Leader? This could explain his importance in front of these ghosts. This is a tribe of Ghosts after all, and although their society mostly unseen, they have their own lifestyles for sure.

"This man, might not show our best interest at heart." Expressed the Grand Leader, as he glared upon Chan with not little but a lot disappointment. He noticed that Chan was far to lost, with Ale in his mind. "It's not that I like him, it's not that I respect his mindset." The Grand Leader continued to express, expecting Chan to not react badly to such words or at this point, facts.

"Wow, so welcoming." Expressed Guard Commander Chan in strong sarcasm. Sarcasm isn't usually his thing, in fact the Ghost didn't even hurt his feelings. King Xakro made him immune due to the countless threats and offensive sentences he threw towards Chan. No no, Chan expressed himself that way because he didn't want to stay quiet while others are offending him.

But he regretted it almost instantly when he noticed the Grand Leader's deadly glare, and felt himself being lifted a few inches above the ground, slowly but it was sure adrenaline rushing. Do perhaps different Ghosts have different Powers who might not be based on any of the 8 (or now best described 7) Sources? But saving his soul with an unintentional offension due to the fact that he was close to pissing his pants, Chan actually apologized. "Sorry, Mister WildBoar Grand Leader sir." As he felt smaller second by second. To his luck, the apology worked, his feet were on the ground once more. If Guard Commander Chan is to develop Ghost phobia, it would be because of the Grand Master.

Seeing that Chan has been tamed, the Grand Leader actually proceeded with a lot of sympathy. I suppose Chan stopped the Grand Leader mid sentence. "However, when I was able to read the deep recesses of his mind, he is just a broken soul. It should dawn to us that he lost his Parents at such a young age, and it got the best out of him." At such expression, the 10 foot tall lady ghost had nothing to say about it. She was left speechless and actually felt sympathy, a bit of guilt too. She was too quick to judge but Chan was being an ass too. These Ghosts all lost families before, in both lives to be exact. The Grand Leader continued to express. "Furthermore although intentions different he aims to harm strong evil. An enemy of our enemy is our friend. That's why I brought him here, we shall let him chop down the tree if he feels capable to do so."

"But our..."

Clearly considering the lost souls before he even made this decision, he too agrees with Chan. They can't bring back the lost souls but they can save other souls with this approach. "Tell him the word!" Ordered the Leader with a thicker louder tone, which got the ground underneath their feet to shake, and small rocks disrupted, flying off the ground for a couple of feet.

Even though she can't understand the Grand Leader's choices completely, she does have strong trust in him. "Fine. The word is "Azrapetos". She agreed because the Grand Leader is the wisest Ghost here, she didn't agree because of the sense of authority.

As soon as the tall lady finished that sentence, it was like a Command to other Ghosts nearby. The man who convinced her is the Grand Leader yes. But this lady could be the Leader(specifically one rank below). It really isn't certain. As if by Command, an Axe appeared on Chan's hand. A heavy one actually. The metal itself weighed around 10 Kilograms and the wooden tail on it was a couple meters long. So to Chan, it would feel more like swinging a battle axe. 

The leader(tall woman) grabbed Chan's shoulder, and to his surprise the scene changed big time. Well not entirely, he still saw trees and snow, which became usual by now. But Also, he saw a few(tens) of paranormal activities. He was able to see the rest of the Ghosts who refused to appear in front of Chan with a solid form.

Their seemingly natural form was something you would expect in stereotypical Ghosts. Whitish, half faded, blobby form. There were a lot of those, but there were a few who had more of a Mammal form. For some reason, they seem to mimic an animal form perfectly. Why do they have different results when they try to mimic Human forms? He saw pigs, boars, bears, deer, chickens.

A lot of creatures, but he got mostly scared of the bears instead of the actual other Ghosts. His trauma towards Bears is strong thanks to the Source Bear he ran into, but somehow he is chatting it up with Ghosts like they were alive, barely being creeped out from them. Is this similar to what Mogranius sees? He did claim that he can see the unliving.

The Grand Leader approached a few steps closer. His appearance became more bizarre by the step. Well more like, his size. When he was only a few feet away, his height seemed normal. But now that he is only a foot away from Chan, the Grand Leader is standing almost ten feet tall. Almost twice Chan's size. Some sort of Ghostly illusion maybe?

As chan moved his way upwards to glance upon the Grand Leader's pure white face, he proceeded to ask. "So which way is the Ghost Tree?" He is so close to finishing his task, his willpower faced a large spike upwards.

The Grand Leader sharing the same goal, an aim to get this task over with as quickly as possible, expressed his answer with a dash in his tone. "You're roughly half a mile away. We can't risk going anywhere around 300 feet near, in fact we prefer to stay half a mile or above it away from that living breathing evil sensation." Living tree? That's interesting, what does it do? Walk? It's full of Ghosts to begin with so we can't be sure. When Chan was about to ask another question, the Grand Leader prevented him from doing so by continuing with his explanations, in order to save time.

Pointing at the dense way behind Guard Commander Chan, the Grand Leader stated. "You need to go straight towards this direction, you have the "undead's vision" for 24 hours only! So keep that in mind. You will be able to see living predators before they even approach, you will be able to predict their appearance simply because of your temporary vision."

"Well, that's one problem solved. What about the Ghost tree? Is it like the rest of this trees?" He couldn't help but interrupting. Wow. But it was an insightful question!

"With a normal vision, yes quite a lot. Which is why some Human bodies were disintegrated on the spot when they tried to axe down that tree, not being aware of its power, their soul trapped from that day onwards. At least, until the tree feeds on those souls, but you won't share the same fate. Just keep repeating the word, since we aren't sure how long the protection it offers, lasts. You should be fine."

"Thanks, but how will i be able to tell it apart from the rest of the trees?"

"You don't pay much attention do you?" Towards that question, Chan smiled with his teeth shining. Embarrassed but proud of his title.

"The Aura. That tree's Aura is different. A dark portal like form will be in the middle of the tree, it will make you feel like you are being dragged in that dark sensation. Each time you cut a branch, it will feel like that black figure is sucking you in. But in fact it is just the Evil Tree's suckage radius becoming smaller. You will be entirely safe with this word by your side!"

Feeling respect for the Grand Leader, who expressed why Chan is this way, better than Chan could ever explain himself. His sense of ego for convincing all these ghosts to work on his favour faded. His ego and pride got replaced with gratitude. Imagine it, people have been trying to help him change for a decade, but he listened to Ghosts instead? "I sincerely apologize if I offended any of you. I feel sure that I offended some of you. But i just want to get this task over with and the cold got my nerves compressed all in one place. I'm honoured to help your Ghost kind." Proceeding with a strong burden that has been tiring his soul, he told them. "But I won't apologize to the Ghost who portrayed himself as my father, it damaged my heart so badly."

Confused about Chan's experience, the Grand Leader replied while shaking his head in disagreement. "Chan, no Ghost did that. If they did, I would be the second to know, i know what every Ghost does."

Wildily bewildered of the fact that he didn't face a Ghost, Chan was lost in his thoughts but still asked. "So that Ghos..."

"Wasn't a Ghost. It isn't our work."

Eric's hands dug in a Black Wolf's chest for the sake of self defense, a Fireball howled from his palms after out of pure fear, splitting the Wolf in half! That's where his Destiny began!

Fire? Ice? What's one magic when Eric as the Electus can use all 8? At the end of the day, what is magic? Is it really magic? Do Demons have anything to do with this?

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Some facts about ghosts.

Ghosts eat.

Exactly what a ghost eats varies from ghost to ghost. Some ghosts like human food. Undergrowth could get away with light and soil. Nocturne liked dreams. Spectra ate your depression, then followed that back to suck away your life force. Ember got a kick out of worship.

All ghosts, though, can at least absorb ectoplasmic energy, and excess emotional energy.


 
Different ghosts have different tastes. Spectra is a good example, favoring depression over all else. Other ghosts hate the flavor of emotion, preferring the pure taste of ecto-energy.

It is possible, if rare, for a ghost to 'overeat.' Adult ghosts, after all, can simply stop.

For child ghosts, though, things are different. Child ghosts can't stop. They absorb energy constantly. They need to absorb energy constantly. This means that they are more prone to overeating.

The symptoms of this are not severe. Lethargy, followed by increased energy.

Incidentally, the reason that so many ghosts tolerated wisps in their territories, was that will'o-the-wisps can process one type of energy, into another type of energy. They can alter ectoplasmic energy into excess emotional energy. They can change negative emotional energies into positive ones. Sadness into joy. Or vice versa, depending on the tastes of the ghost they are catering to.


 
They can also hold onto a great deal of energy for an extended period of time. This means that they are always prepared to feed the ghost in whose territory they reside.

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Danny was a ghost. A child ghost, to be precise.

He was also human.

He was also neither.

Both.

Either.

There were some things that affected Danny as if he was a ghost, all the time, regardless of what form he was in. The Specter Deflector, for example. Or the Boo-merang. Some things affected Danny as if he was human at all times. It could be rather interesting to be hit by something that could supposedly vibrate ghosts into goo, only to have it tickle slightly, or to have someone announce that they were using some ancient defense against evil spirits, only for it to affect every ghost in the area except Danny. With other things, the effects were mixed. Such as with Ember's music, or Freakshow's staff (although Danny was never entirely sure if his lingering humanity was the reason that he was able to resist the later). With a few things, whether or not they affected him depended on which form he was in. Like ghost shields. Sometimes, there were things that were hurtful to both humans and ghosts that didn't touch Danny at all.

Then there were some things that were harmless to humans and ghosts, but could be very dangerous to Danny.

Like the will'o-the-wisps.

Over time, Danny and his friends had discovered that absorbing too much excess emotional energy could affect Danny strangely. It had taken them a while to figure out. For the longest time, Danny hadn't even realized what he was doing. He didn't actually know for sure what he was doing until he'd had a long conversation about it with one of the Far Frozen doctors.

Even now, Danny wasn't always sure how different emotions affected him, and they did seem to affect him differently. Sam's theory was that it was an absorption rate issue, and that depending on his own emotions at the time, he absorbed different kinds of energy at different rates, and that the energy that he didn't absorb hung around, and messed with him. Tucker and Jazz thought that it had more to do with a subconscious awareness of what was going on, and what emotions were 'in the air.' (Tucker had gotten way, way too many jokes out of that.) Danny wasn't sure this was the case. The proportions of the emotions seemed to matter.


 
Danny had managed to at least figure out how different things usually affected him. Too much anger made him nervous, shy. Too much fear made him aggressive and paranoid. Depression made him, well, depressed.

The will'o-the-wisps back home, in Amity Park, knew very well that Danny had these issues. They knew that it was important for him to have a balanced diet.

These ones, here, they had never met Danny. But they were eager, or least anxious, to meet the ghost whose lair had sheltered them so gently for the past two years. They wanted, needed, to show him that they were useful, to show him that they could stay.

They did that by releasing as much of as many different types of energy as possible.

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Sam didn't immediately register the presence of the wisps as a bad thing, except for the firefight they'd inadvertently started. She didn't interact with the ones in Amity Park nearly as much as Danny did, but she did know them, knew that they were friendly.

Mrs Fenton getting stabbed by the apple tree after trying to fire on the will'o-the-wisps was not something that Sam would have expected, even knowing that the plants here were animate. Valerie shooting at the little ghosts oddly did not elicit the same response. Mr Lancer, Dash, Kwan, Ricky and Mikey were panicking. Well. To be more accurate, Dash and Kwan were panicking, Ricky and Mikey were hiding, and Mr Lancer was trying to salvage the situation.

That was just within the first few seconds of the wisps showing up.

In the next second, Danny was gripping Sam's coat as if his life depended on it. Sam looked at him, and traced his gaze up, to the luminous, kaleidoscopic, symphonic, swirl that was centered just a meter over Danny's head.

It was only then that Sam remembered all the trouble Danny had had with the wisps when they first moved into Amity. She looked back at Danny, alarmed, and saw how blank his expression was. Then Jazz caught Sam's eye, and they each knew that the other had just come to the same conclusion.


 
"Go help your mom," said Sam. "I've got this." That was the right decision, wasn't it? Danny would never forgive himself if his mother bled out because she and Jazz were too worried about him to help her (even if his mother had done far worse to him that very day). Mr Lancer probably had first aid training, but Jazz had first aid experience.

Jazz nodded, and struggled out of her jacket, which Danny also had in a death grip, and ran over to her mother, making sure to trip Valerie up while she was at it. Good old Jazz.

Okay. So, how had they dealt with this before?

"Hey!" Sam yelled up at the wisps, trying to shout over their music. She waved with the arm that wasn't trapped by Danny. She spent what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds, trying to get the attention of the wisps, only to conclude that they were either ignoring her or didn't understand English. Fine.

She looked back at Danny. Oh, jeez, he was not looking good. She pulled at him, trying to get him to look at her. When he finally did turn, it was to reveal that there was a needle-thin line of toxic, glowing green in each of his irises.

"Sam?" he said softly, only audible to Sam because of how close he was standing. He dropped Jazz's jacket, and raised his hand to touch Sam's face. His hand was painfully cold. "Are you scared?" he asked, sounding both confused and slightly offended. He blinked once, slowly, and tilted his head. "Is someone hurt? I smell blood."

Wow. What was it with Danny and saying super ominous things when under the influence of mind-affecting supernatural shenanigans? What was it about this situation that even made Sam think the word 'shenanigans?!'

"Danny," she said, as calmly as possible, "I need you to ask them to stop."

"Ask who to stop? Mikey and Ricky? They're just playing hide-and-seek. Would you like to play? I think that we should all play. It'll be fun!" Danny's mouth stretched into a smile that was much wider than it should have been.

"No, Danny, not right now. You need to tell the wisps to stop feeding you. You know it's not good for you."

"But they're so happy."

"I know Danny, but I think they'd prefer it if you were healthy, right?"

"Mm," hummed Danny. Then he hummed some more, turning back to the swirl of light and sound above him. Then he whistled, sharply, and the wisps, for the most part, fell silent. A few jingled excitedly, but another, larger instance squealed at them in reprimand, sounding like nothing so much as a shrieking clarinet. Danny hummed at the wisps some more, and the largest of them, which was just slightly larger than a beach ball, floated down to Danny, whereupon it uttered a few inquisitive bars of oboe and cello music, flashing in shades of green, blue and orange.

Valerie shot at it.

The shot was blocked by a falling branch.

The wisps responded by rumbling like a forest of drums. Loud, low, and deep. Valerie paled. She had no idea that this was just an intimidation tactic. That the wisps had no means of backing up the threat.

The large wisp continued to float down, and Danny raised his hands to meet it, releasing Sam's coat. Once the wisp had settled in his arms, Danny brought it down, close to him, cuddling the little ghost as if it were a stuffed animal.


 
"Pretty," he said finally, as if that explained everything.

"Danny?" said Mrs Fenton.

Danny started to turn to her. Sam grabbed him. Danny looking at Mrs Fenton would be bad for two reasons. One, he'd see that, despite Jazz's best efforts, Mrs Fenton was covered in blood, and probably freak out. Two, his eyes were still messed up, and Mrs Fenton, not to mention Valerie, would inevitably interpret that as evidence of possession.

There was a moment of silence, as everyone processed what she had done. Above them, there were a few bell-like titters from the ghosts.

"Danny," said Mrs Fenton again, more sternly. "Show me your eyes."

Of course Mrs Fenton could have already come to the conclusion that he had been possessed.

This time, Sam wasn't able to hold Danny back. He turned, facing his mother, Jazz, and Mr Lancer. The sharp intake of breath from all three of them told Sam that the green light in Danny's eyes was clearly visible.

"Sam," said Mrs Fenton, with an air of forced calmness, "step away from Danny. Now."

As if Sam was going to do that. She glared at the older woman, shifting even closer to her friend. Mrs Fenton frowned, but turned her attention, and her glare back to her son.

"Get away from my son, ghost."

"I am a… ghost?! Or should I say, I have a ghost inside me? Could I be sharing my body with a ghost?"
Fang Yuan's thoughts were confused.
"It's impossible!"
He tried to ignore the possibilities of a ghost in him. "If this is true, how can I not be aware of it?"
The more he thought about it, the more he would think about the incident where the servant who was bringing food to his room had mysteriously disappeared and was once again uncertain about the facts.
"Family head! What's happening?"
The few elders realised that Fang Yuan's reaction was unexpected. "Is he really awakened?"
It would be normal if Fang Yuan were to go on a killing spree if he was a real ghost. After all, a ghost would naturally hate the living.
Therefore, Tantai Mieming's reaction was not normal.
This would mean that all their previous sacrifices were naught, which made them start to panic.
"He must have awakened! Otherwise, how would he able to freeze Jueqing? We know how strong Jueqing is!"
Tantai Guijing gazed at her severed hand and his eyelid started to twitch. "However, he is able to perfectly control his powers! This is unbelievable!"
His face was filled with excitement as he glared at Fang Yuan. "Regardless, we have given you this body for you to inhabit! It feels good to be human once again, right? For this, shouldn't you feel obliged to help us? After all, you are still a part of the Tantai Family and are still under the family curse! Helping us would also mean to help yourself!"
Tantai Guijing was a sly fox. He had already planned for all these from the moment they had guided the ghost into this body.
Whoever gets the blood of the Tantai Family would be cursed! Even if the person were to change a body in the future, the curse would still be there!
If changing a body would allow them to break free from the curse, the Tantai Family would have done so long ago. This was an unbreakable curse!
"In order to remove this curse, we need to go to the 'Door'. Tonight, we shall open the netherworld…"
Tantai Guijing's face became flushed with excitement.
"I refuse!"
Fang Yuan was decisive. "I want to leave this place. Of course, I will promise you that I will return in 20 years time to help you resolve this problem!"
Of course, Fang Yuan was interested about the 'Door'. Furthermore, this would be the secret behind the curse on the Tantai Family.
Although he knew that the family would reject his request, Fang Yuan would still nevertheless made his request known.
"Leave? For 20 years?"
All of their expressions changed. "That's impossible. You are the tool which we created. You will have to listen to our orders!"
"If that is so… I'm sorry, the discussion is over."
Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders.
"It seems like we've been treating you too well, and you have forgotten something… We have allowed you to possessed our family member's body for us to be able to control you!"
An elder stood out with a cold look. "Leader… do it!"
Without waiting for Guijing to speak, he immediately retrieved a bronze bell and shook it firmly.
"Clang! Clang!"
The bell appeared ancient-looking and there were many carvings on the outside. On the surface of the bell, there was a layer of green rust. With a firm shake, the bell gave off a distinct ring.
"It's not too bad. Continue sounding it!"
Fang Yuan appeared indifferent.
"How is this possible?"
The elder opened his eyes wide. "I have poisoned you with 13 types of poisonous worms. How can you remain unaffected?"
Fang Yuan snickered.
Every month during the ritual, the Tantai Family had always wanted to deal with Fang Yuan. Of course, he would have to think of a solution to resist.
These poisonous worms were of the lowest quality and were flushed out of Fang Yuan's system as soon as the rituals were over.
Although Fang Yuan did not display his might in the past, having the willpower of a True Sage would allow him to gain delicate control over his own body, up to the point where a normal human would not be able to imagine.
'The only problem is… I am able to purge the visible poisonous worms but not the invisible ones.'
Fang Yuan thought to himself as his pair of hands started to shake.
"It is still effective!"
The few elders were absolutely sure of it as they took out their weird equipment. Some of them started to chant their own matras and one of the elders even started to shout loudly. "Head… If you don't want to die, then do it!"
"Sigh…"
Tantai Guijing sighed before taking out a mirror and pointing it towards Fang Yuan.
In the mirror, there was an image of a 5-year-old kid which resembled Fang Yuan. However, the child remained emotionless as he started to stretch his hands out towards Fang Yuan.
In the real world, Fang Yuan remained motionless as though he was desolated.
"This is indeed the powerful inherited treasure of the family head. The Ghost Calming Mirror will be able to stun even the most powerful ghost!"
The rest of the elders were elated as they quickened their actions.
A rune was printed on Fang Yuan's body and it started to spread like an earthworm. Within moments, it had already covered more than half of Fang Yuan's body.
The Tantai Family were experts in dealing with ghosts and had many tricks up their sleeves.
They were using their most powerful techniques against this one.
Every month, they would smear fresh blood on Tantai Meiming in an attempt to curse him! It was an extremely dangerous act on its own and even elders would risk death doing it. Furthermore, it would attract all kinds of supernatural dangers.
However, the effects were astonishing.
Just as the rune was almost covering Fang Yuan's entire face, there was a dim glow in his eye.
"The best outcome would be to let him willingly help is. Unfortunately… we can only use our last resort, using him as the tool to allow us to complete our curse on the 'Door'!"
Tantai Guijing sighed. "Prepare to… open the netherworld! Also, lock Jueqing up."
All the elders were overwhelmed with emotions of all sorts.
Outside, many members of the Tantai Family were already waiting. They were donned in a black attire and held tools in their hands as they appeared well-prepared for what was about to come next.
As soon as they heard the order, they immediately took action.
Tantai Guijing and the rest brought Fang Yuan to the Hall of Sacrifice.
The place of connection to the netherworld was there!
"Woooo!"
A bewildering fog appeared in the surroundings. It covered the sky and light could only seep through the fog. It was as though they had arrived in another world.
'They… They don't intend to remove the curse. Instead, they are treating me as a sacrifice to tide through this cycle!'
Fang Yuan's consciousness was still attempting to struggle in the final moments.
The Tantai Family had a few intentions as they watched Fang Yuan grow. If Fang Yuan was able to mature, they would risk it all to attempt to remove the curse.
However, this cycle seemed especially dangerous and even the head and the elders were not confident of tiding through it. Therefore, they had prepared to sacrifice him to mitigate the effects on themselves.
'I think that I will not be the only one entering the netherworld this time!'
Fang Yuan could sense a huge danger approaching. 'If I cannot escape… I will die!'
'I have no other choice!'
He had made up his mind. Absorbing the mutated dream elemental force, his willpower started to focus on the question marks in his stats window.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The entire stats window started to shake violently. In an instant, the unknown fog started to dissipate and the question marks beside his techniques turned into a new number and more information flooded the stats window:
'Active Physical Property - Spirit Sealing Body!'
'Spirit Sealing Body (1st Grade): Your body is a weapon which is able to seal evil ghosts. You will able to seal any ghost that you come into contact with into your body! You have activated the 1st Grade, and the capacity for sealing evil ghosts: 1! You can choose to release the ghost!'
"According to this realm, since souls and curses cannot be destroyed, this ability to seal ghosts in me might just be the most powerful…"
Fang Yuan felt a little confused. "How did it appear?"
The advent of evil ghosts would surely not bring with them the counter to their own kind. Fang Yuan knew himself and knew that this was not a skill of Tantai Mieming's, but his own.
"Could it be that… I have the blood of the Tantai Family?"
The Tantai Family was a renowned family of exorcists. Their blood would have the unique gene which might activate certain abilities in their descendants.
After eliminating all the possibilities, even though this explanation might sound absurd, it was the only one!
"Initially, Tantai Juexin and Su Xin's child would have the greatest potential among the people of the Tantai Family. He would be able to awaken the property to seal spirits, becoming the last hope of his family!"
The blood of the Tantai Family already had the potential to mutate by itself. It was only normal for the ability to counter ghosts to be mutated from the people of the Tantai Family.
Fang Yuan had even suspected that this child might just be a Fate Soul created by the realm's last ditch attempt to save itself!
Unfortunately, the Tantai Family was unaware of this and had decided to curse this child, using it as a tool to fight against the invasion of evil spirits!
This would be akin to destroying their own hope! What an irony!
"Although the true spirit of Tantai Mieming has already been killed by the fellow elders, the evil ghost which they have summoned must have been sealed by my physical property to my advantage?"
Fang Yuan was about to figure out the complete truth to the secrets of his birth.
It was the 'truth' that even Tantai Guijing was unaware about!
"The Fate Souls created by the realm would always be estranged. The will of this realm would either have been destroyed or have gone crazy…"
"But now, my survival depends on it."
"The control methods of the Tantai Family will be able to control me as a human being, but it will surely not be able to control the evil ghost which I am about to release!"
Fang Yuan finally understood something. At that moment where he had awakened his own physical property, he must have likely to accidentally released the evil ghost, causing the unlucky servant's death.
"Spirit Sealing Body will allow be to seal the evil ghost in me and therefore allowing me to use its powers? Interesting!"
In Fang Yuan's consciousness, he released his tyrannical willpower. "Since this is so… I shall release you!"
In the real world.
The zombie-like Tantai Mieming suddenly stopped in his tracks. The black earthworm print started to subside from his skin.
"This is not good!"
Tantai Guijing was shocked. With that, he quickly took a glance at his own mirror.
Blood started to gush out from his mirror. Tantai Mieming's image was undergoing a certain change.
The young kid was growing. He grew taller and stronger and finally… he became a mature young adult.
His facial features were blurred and he was wearing a white shirt. His skin was dark-green as though he was frozen to death.
"How is this possible? He is no longer a human, but a real… ghost!"
Chill vibes began to fill his heart.
This was true horror…


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

I did not know what to feel. I was numb inside and out. Me and Aunt Hilda were like robots inside the funeral home. Well, I was specifically the robot. I walked in and out assisting the guests, relatives, family friends, and close friends of Allen and offered snacks.

The news of my cousin's death traveled fast like wildfire. The telephone had been ringing non-stop and so did Aunt's cell but she was nowhere near sane to talk to anyone.

I didn't ask what happened and how but I did find out that he was stabbed in the chest by a drunken guy carrying a deathly weapon and killed him for no apparent reason aside from enjoying the feel of it.

I felt Steve's anger and sorrow when he told me the details. It appeared that they were nowhere near Allen when it happened or things would have been different.

I somehow sensed that he was more than angry at himself rather than the psychopath who was now behind bars.

I pity him but I can't say any comforting words because I knew it held nothing. Tristan and Rain said their condolences and bore the same anger Steve had. Together with their girlfriends, they sat together with Aunt Hilda. I was certain that no matter how tough the guys appeared, they'd be crying buckets of tears in a while so I got myself out of there and into the parking lot and breathed in a some fresh air.

"Tough night?" I let out an irritated sigh. I had no time for this but still Matthew was Allen's friend. I should probably play nice with him even just for this instance.

"Tougher than I can handle. But I think I can manage". I said looking at him as he came near me wearing a black all over. He almost seemed to disappear in the dark only he was fair skinned instead of tanned or back.

"I'm sorry about your cousin. I wished I could have done something".

I stared at him. The others haven't mentioned that Matthew was there. But how can I tell the difference, I wasn't there myself.

"Yeah. Maybe you could have punched the psycho first before he could get to my cousin and stab him to death". I didn't mean to be sarcastic but I was already exhausted from hearing the "if only" drama. It won't bring my cousin back.

"Whoa. Okay, sorry. I was just trying to lighten up your mood". He said, sounding friendly and sincere. It was a first and I kind of like him that way.

"Unless you are some sort of death angel or just an angel in general maybe you could do something". I meant that as a joke but Matthew stared back at me like I stated a fact instead.

Wait, is that what he was: a death angel? Or better yet a fallen one?

Ugh, I read too much.

"Oh, yeah. I could simply tell your cousin, 'arise and be merry' and scare everyone inside. That would be fun". I rolled my eyes as he stood beside me casually tucking his hands inside his jeans' pockets.

"Oh, speaking of inside the others are there already. You might want to join them". I said looking up at the sky thinking of Kyle and how I badly needed him right now.

"What? And leave you here to sulk on your own? No way. I'd like to see that frown". I shook my head, giving Matt an irritated glare.

"You just don't get it, do you?" He shook his head stubbornly.

"Great". I muttered making my way back inside before I lost my resolve and just kicked Matt's butt for fun.

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MATT

Watching couples express their love for each other in a thousand different ways was mortifying. The horror of seeing two individuals doing stupid things for the sake of the other was as horrible as watching a person hang himself to death.

I am not cupid. I have the heart as hard as a rock which I think was the best thing about being the Death Reaper.

I used to be human and had died during my twenty third birthday. I too had been a victim of cupid and would have had a happy ending if I had only lived longer.

Sad to say, I had to die at an early age. 

I used to think that life after death was paradise and yes it would have been but then I have done a lot of wrongs for me not to deserve such bliss and so here I was acting as a guardian for the dead and the undead. 

This used to be fun when the person really died. I mean I get to enjoy tormenting their souls for a while before they could actually enter the gates of the spirit paradise if they were good enough and the spirit prison if they weren't.

But then there came the undead: those who stood between living and death. They get to have mortal bodies but their real physical form would be left behind, buried and mourned over by their loved ones.

Precisely speaking, the undead were souls with human flesh.

I can easily tell them that but it would be very hard to explain so I go for the term undead which was understood better by them.

They are scattered all over the world actually but most of them were almost invisible which is where the ghosts transpire from so I had no trouble with them unlike the three whom I had recently picked up. 

Oh, make that four.

They are the first ones who have actually acquired real flesh. I mean they can be touched and feel pain.

I wasn't so happy about it but the Big Boss wanted them taken care of. So here I am: a babysitter for the four undead and still the guardian of death.

I call that multi-tasking.

And life was the same as I had known it until I met Katherine.

So far, from all the humans I had encountered and talked to she was the most interesting.

Even when I first saw her, there was something odd. I felt myself being pulled towards he Then I remembered seeing her in one of my sightings and Kyle's face became very familiar.

You see, I'm not cupid but I sometimes look at the mirror or the water in order to view human activities and I like torturing myself into watching people kiss and whatnot and I had seen those love birds doing their kissing. But unlike any other couple they seem different.

They seem solid. They weren't blinded by love but they were bonded by it. They go a long way back and yet they had never wavered from their feelings like most centuries ago relationships do.

I was curious and actually delved into their history and found that none of them have committed a third party.

I found interesting facts as well such as both of them not being the first of each other. Kate was Kyle's third girlfriend  and Kyle was Kate's second.

Fair enough, I think.

And sure, their past was quite entertaining but their present was actually more interesting for me.

It seemed that they have a firm belief in their love so much, they think they can conquer anything.

But really, would their love be strong enough to keep them together?


Hmm..

I think there was only one way to find out.

Love is undefined, unbound by rules. It is something that no person could actually really give meaning to until he
finds that one human being who gives him the exact definition of it.

But is love enough to keep two persons together? Or is it just another ideology that somehow got wired into
everyone's brain? Or maybe people who are in love are simply blind enough to see the reality and would rather
continue living in that paradise dream?

"Tell me, my dear Draco. Why do you hold in your hands the most powerful bow that ever existed? Why is it not in the hands of the gods?

Ahh, I knew you'd ask me that. I guess I have to explain everything to you so you'll understand. 

But I didn't know the bow the old man gave me was so impressive. I just knew it was a bow that Agni had given Arjuna, but I didn't know much else. 

Now that I think about it, the rank of this Noble Phantasm is [A]. Excalibur is just a little stronger, with a rank of [A++]. 

"That's why I have to explain it from the beginning." 

Tiamat nods her head, indicating that I shall continue with the explanation. 

"When I woke up, I found myself in a white world with only an old man in it. He explained to me about a system that I have, with which I can summon Servants. I did not know what a Servant was, so the old man explained it to me. Servants are spirits turned into special relatives of the highest rank who are linked to the Master. Typically Heroic Spirits under most systems, they can also sometimes be Divine Spirits, Ghosts, Wraiths and living people depending on the various circumstances". 

I'm waiting for a moment so Tiamat can digest the information. Kuroka and Shirone are listening carefully. 

"So, I guess you can invoke a Servant right now, can't you?" 

I sit with my head. 

"I think this system could be considered a Sacred Gear, although you can't have one of those. Well, let's just finish eating and not think about this later. 

......

"Ah, I'm full." 

"Nee-sama, I can't eat anymore." 

Kuroka and Shirone are lying on the floor while stroking their slightly bulging bellies. I am amazed to see that each of them has eaten an entire gray wolf. 

I mean, a whole gray wolf could last me two or three days when I was a Baby Dragon, and I'm not going to say anything about when I was an egg. 

"Kuroka, Shirone, go take a bath now that you've finished eating. Draco and I need to have a little talk." 

"Yes, Tia-nee!" 

The two sisters soon obey Tiamat. It seems the Nekoshou have somehow recognized her as the leader, although how she has done so is unknown to me. 

Once the two sisters are gone, Tiamat exchanges her friendly smile for a much more chilling one. 

"Now, Draco. Tell me a little more about these Servants..." 

Nice move on your part, Tiamat. I can speak more freely now that the two sisters are gone. 

"If what you say is true, this system is too powerful. But you still haven't told me how you got that bow." 

So I was still thinking about this. 

"The bow is a Noble Phantasm. Noble Phantasms are the embodiment of the ultimate mysteries of a hero that symbolizes one's existence through historical facts and anecdotes. It symbolizes the story of Arjuna and his excellent bow skills." 

"So you can also get these Noble Phantasms with the system." 

Tiamat's deduction skills can be a little scary. 

"But this is too powerful, even Albion and Ddraig's Juggernaut Drive forces its user to pay the price. Do you have to pay anything to get this?" 

I repeat, she is terrifying. 

"Yes, I have to pay the price." 

"Then I forbid you to use that system." 

At least let me explain what I have to pay. 

"To get a Servant or a Noble Phantasm, I have to pay Fate Points. The system causes no harm to my person." 

Tiamat's serious expression softened a bit when I told her this. 

"I see, how do you get these Fate Points?" 

This is where I wanted to go. 

"Fate points, as the name implies, are related to fate. I get one point for every person whose fate I have changed. Right now, I have one Fate Point." 

Tiamat scowls and looks at the ground for a few moments. 

"A Fate Point... You get it for changing destinies... But you've already changed the destiny of those two sisters, why do you only have one point? Sure, you've spent a point on that bow. Okay, okay." 

She's mumbling.

"And now you're thinking of summoning a Servant, are you?" 

"That's right." 

Tiamat scowls. I still have something to explain. 

"Tia, Fate Points can also be used for something else." 

"What for?" 

"To turn people into Servants, provided I have the consent of that person." 

Tiamat opens her eyes wide. She opens her mouth and closes it again repeatedly. 

"Could you make me your Servant?" 

I nod with my head. 

"What would I get out of it?" 

"Your strength would be increased depending on various factors, and I could give you Noble Phantasms." 

Tiamat nods and nods again, she continues to frown. 

"In that case, why haven't you made Kuroka your Servant? The girl has taken a liking to you, and I'm more than sure she would agree to become your Servant without hesitation." 

I had thought of that too, Tia. But...

"I don't think this is the time, maybe in the future. I don't want to rescue Kuroka from captivity just to tie her up again. 

That was one of the two reasons. The other was that I have always wanted my own Servant. 

Tiamat's frown relaxes, and her lips curl. 

"You're a good boy, even if you've taken the path of an Evil Dragon. Who knows, maybe your evolutions will take an interesting path in the future..." 
........................

While Draco was explaining to Tiamat, she was thinking. 

"This kid, why does he have something like this? What is this about changing destiny? Argh... I shouldn't have accepted this mission without informing myself first..." 

...................

I'm at the lake again. After talking to Tiamat, we agreed to invoke the Servant when the two sisters returned from the bath. 

I told Tiamat that I wanted to invoke the Servant alone, but she refused at once. With much effort, I managed to convince her to at least remain hidden at the time of the invocation. 

Kuroka and Shirone are with her now, hiding among the trees of the forest. 

[1 Fate Point used, You have to recite the following spell to summon your Servant]

Words appear in my mind, now I just have to recite them to get what I wanted so badly. 

"For the elements, silver and iron." 
"For the foundation, stone and the Archduke of the Covenants." 
"The colour I grant you is 'Red'." 

A crimson magic circle with a lot of strange symbols appeared a few meters in front of me. 

"Build a wall for the wind." 

"Close the doors in all four directions." 

"Approach from the Crown." 

"And follow the forked path that leads to the Kingdom!" 

"Listen. My desire creates your body and your sword creates my destiny!" 

"If you hear the call of the system and obey my wish and reason... Answer me!" 

"I swear... I will be all the goodness in the world. That I will overcome all the evil in the world." 

"You, Seventh Heaven, clothed with the three great words of power, come from the circle of the link, Guardian of the Scales!" 

The magic circle reached its full potential, and crimson lighting rose to the sky, threatening to split it in two. 

The light disappeared, and there was my first Servant.

I had a useless death because of a goddess. 

I woke up in a forest. Looking like an egg, I had to survive against a lot of fantastic monsters. 

It seemed to be a fantasy forest, and by killing monsters, it went up a level. 

Until I met another dragon and he took me to a certain place in Japan. 

Wait... Isn't this the world of DxD? 

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Before, Zhao Wei was only to be brought in under suspicion. But this time it was a man hunt.

Regardless of whether he did anything was no longer of importance. The one who had made Eyisha suspicious and as well as all the other members of the council was Jyaha, but now he was dead which made any doubt they had void. There was no stopping the motion this time, they were out for blood.

If Wyisha showed any hesitation in subduing Zhao Wei this time, a coup was not completely out of the cards. They sent almost the whole army to Jeff's place this time. Proceeding with extreme caution as they didn't want the incident from last time to repeat. Even the blood stains were still fresh on the walls and the pavement.

That first sent death row inmates to walk the paths. Some did get caught by random traps but it was barely anything compared to the reception given the last time. It was as if they were just dealing with left overs from the last one.

There was no fight, no panic and at the end, there wasn't even a shack for them to surround. The place which they were supposed to attack was completely gone. Not even a piece of wood or misplaced brick was in sight, almost as if the whole building decided to pick itself up and walk off.

The confused army didn't know exactly what they were supposed to make of the situation.

"What!!" At a command center just several kilometers away Eyisha was dumbfounded again. She and several generals had prepared this plan in advance unlike the last time but Zhao Wei already caught whiff of it and moved ahead of them.

They brought a whole army to take down one guy and yet the enemy decided to not show up. If that wasn't a slap in the face, she didn't know what was. Now a whole army was mobilized for no reason, and just the act of signaling a retreat in such a situation was pure humiliation.

It took an hour for them to pack up out of the streets, by this time a crowd of civilians had already gathered on the perimeter to see what was going on. It wasn't everyday that an army was mobilized inside the Kingdom's own streets.

And yet, as soon as they arrived, before any excitement happened they began to pack up and move out.

Just to cover their blunder, the higher ups decided to spread the rumor of a mock battle simulation. But the civilians weren't fools either as they entered the alleys when the army left to find the remains of a large battle with hundreds of bloodstains on the walls.

But it was already dried, they connected this with the rumor of a massacre a few days back, but that was the extent of it. With facts came fantasies and myths that were poured in to make stories more exciting. What was originally just an old decrepit area was now known as a haunted street where ghosts of the dead came to look for the living and killed anyone unlucky enough to enter.

The army's movement was contributed to this very story, as they wanted to eradicate the ethereal beings but found that they couldn't catch ghosts with normal means, so deciding to regroup and plan a different approach. The warriors stationed around the street to catch Zhao Wei instead became patrols to keep the civilians away from the dangerous area.

Somehow the minds worked harder and harder on a story the less facts it was fed, and the rumors grew. And of course army men had to return to their families and give them some details about their mission, this led to some revealing information about the  traps that intercepted people as they walked past. This was further twisting the story to include a ghost king who could attack anyone without even touching or getting close to them.

Zhao Wei liked some praise as much as the next person, but if he knew what they were calling him now he'd puke blood.

Without a lead they decided to check on all Zhao Wei's acquaintances, even as far as checking on the veteran's bar where Sola stayed.

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" Myr scremed from behind the counter.

The several officers had come without warning looking for Sola who since had been working as a waitress at the Veteran's bar.

"Ma'am I must inform you that we are under official orders and are authorized to apprehend and interrogate any and all known acquaintances of a Wang Zhao Hui, even with extreme methods if necessary." An officer stated as several of them bathed into the bar without warning.

"And what are you doing here?" Myr asked coldly, "We don't know any Wang Zhao Hui, so you're coming in here without any proper grounds."

"You may not know him ma'am, but we are sure that a girl by the name of Sola has been in contact with the man in the past." The officer spoke highly as the test started swarming every where.

Myr eyes turned incredibly cold and her blood lust filled the room. All the officers suddenly dropped to the floor holding their necks, when they opened their hands they realized that nothing had happened to them, but they were so sure that just a moment ago they felt their heads part from the rest of their bodies.

Myr spoke slowly, "I repeat, we don't know any Wang Zhao Hui what you do with him is none of my concern, but if Sola trusts him he shouldn't be that bad a guy to warrant such actions. On the other hand if you dare lay a finger on Sola, I can assure you that none of you will have any limbs to drag yourself out of here when we're done."

The earth explodes in size, bringing with it great beauty and monstrosities. Wang Zhao Hui, a man singled out by the great cataclysm forges a road towards what he lost as the only trapper with a broken system (as in it doesn’t work)

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