A Den of Iniquity! A Black Market Store!

Subconsciously, he covered the blistering burns on his face, the image of a doctor squeezing them until they burst flashed through his mind.

Thump thump thump thump—

Fear struck him; he trembled, teeth chattering uncontrollably.

[Burnt Ghost Fear Level +20]

[Burnt Ghost Fear Level +20]

Then, in the next moment, Lynne removed his mask, stained with viscous fluid, revealing a kindly smile to the Burnt Ghost, saying: "I'll fetch some tools from the back; please wait a moment longer. You're next."

The Burnt Ghost's (ΩДΩ) entire body's blisters began to pulsate.

What a terrifying smile!! Why did he reveal such a sinister smile when saying it's his turn!

[Burnt Ghost Sanity -20]

[Burnt Ghost Sanity -20]

Originally, he saw the old freak from Bloodsaw Potion Shop leave today, so he wanted to try his luck, hoping to treat his burns with slightly less fear.

But who knew that after the old freak left, a little freak remained!

He, shivering, stared at the ghost baby lying on the counter, convulsing, its face almost a black mush.

"Could it be… is this what awaits me next…"

He murmured. And at that moment, from behind the cloth curtain of the backyard came successive, piercing noises of a chainsaw being pulled.

Zzzz— Zzzz—

Zreeee Zreeee Zreeee—

The Burnt Ghost (ΩДΩ), clutching his head, was so frightened that it felt like his bones would fall apart.

A chainsaw!! It's a chainsaw!! Didn't he say he was going to the backyard to get some tools?! Why would this be the sound of a chainsaw from the backyard?! What are you doing with a chainsaw?!

In his mind, the image of a chainsaw murderer with a twisted smile on his face, walking step by step towards him, appeared.

Black smoke released from his head(꒪Д꒪). And then, in the next moment. his ears perked.

Thud—

Thud—

The footsteps were getting closer and closer! That person, carrying a chainsaw, was walking towards hise!

A shadow gradually appeared on the cloth curtain leading to the backyard, and the sound of the rotating chainsaw seemed almost at the forefront.

"Ah— Ah— Ah—"

The Burnt Ghost, terrified, clutched his head, values constantly floating above it.

[Sanity -20!]

[Sanity -30!]

[Sanity -40!]

The next moment, the Burnt Ghost, with his sanity reduced to zero, scurried toward the exit in terror, tumbling and scrambling.

"A gangster store!! It's a den of iniquity!! Help! Help!!"

[Ding! Burnt Ghost mission failed!]

[Ding! Burnt Ghost's Fear of You +400!]

[Ding! Congratulations! You have acquired your first customer who is 'Extremely Terrified' of you, and you have earned 100 skull coins.]

[Ding! Your fame +10]

Lynne: "???"

He lifted the curtain, astonished, gazing at the ashes left by the Burnt Ghost who crawled his way out, saying: "What happened? I just went to sharpen the surgical knife because it wasn't sharp enough, why did he leave suddenly?

And what's with his Fear of Me +400? Why is he Extremely Terrified of me? I have always adhered to the principle of service with a smile, I've been very polite, and I'm so serious about the guests, shouldn't this elicit a more favorable attitude toward me?"

Lynne was puzzled. Well, he's gone now.

Lynne sighed regretfully. Anyway, let's deal with this ghost baby first.

Ding—

The small, sharp carving knife in Lynne's hand gleamed dazzlingly.

…

An hour later.

Lynne sat in front of the counter, his face full of satisfying smiles, lowering his knife, and looking at the ghost baby sitting before him.

"Isn't it much more pleasing to the eye now?"

Cherry lips, chubby cheeks, big eyes, delicate nose. What was once a horrifying, indescribable mass of distortion, had now, under Lynne's meticulous carving, become cute and lifelike.

Before traversing, Lynne always ranked first in his handicraft class. Every clay portrait he sculpted received unanimous praise from his classmates.

Lynne smiled, feeling pleased. At this moment, a vertical pupil suddenly grew on the forehead of the ghost baby.

Pop—

Lynne burst it instantly. He closed his eyes and said, "This is not the place for eyes to grow, this is a face I've painstakingly shaped. If you want to ruin it, don't blame me for cutting you again."

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear +50]

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby Fear +50]

[Ding! System detected the Evil Spirit Blood Baby's fear of you has surpassed the rate of its resentment growth, the crisis level has been reduced to -321%, and it continues to decrease.]

[Ding! You have triggered a hidden task: Suppress the resentment of the ghost baby, current completion: 321%, you have received a reward: 151 skull coins, plastic surgery skill experience +100, special reward: resentful spirit hair strands x5]

Lynne paused.

So, this can also trigger a hidden task? It seems that many functions of this system still need to be explored.

The next moment, five long strands of hair appeared in his hand. Descriptions of the five strands of hair immediately appeared before his eyes.

[Resentful Spirit Hair Strands: The hair of a female ghost filled with extreme resentment. When possessed, the target will be strangled to death by the hair tightly wound around their neck.]

Lynne touched his chin. This seems to be a good defensive item, but these are only five strands, so I'll need to use them thoughtfully.

Lynne stored the hair strands away, sat in front of the counter, and quietly waited for the next customer to visit. Of course, his attention was always on the ghost doll in front of him.

As soon as it showed any sign of degradation, Lynne immediately pressed it back and adjusted it again.

Time flew quickly.

The light of the soul lamp outside the door gradually dimmed. And this also meant that the night of this world was about to fall.

The method to distinguish between day and night in this dark world is to look at the light of the soul lamp, as it will not light up at night in this world.

And this means, without the protection of the soul lamp, any monster can freely enter his shelter and tear him to pieces.

Just as the light was dimming, and Lynne was about to close up shop.

"Knock knock knock——"

Then came a knocking sound from outside the door.

A tall man appeared there, wearing a thick, black cloak, a black top hat, and a head of long gray-white hair. The huge shadow projected from the door, giving a strong sense of oppression out of thin air.

Lynne's heart suddenly tightened. Because the panel of that person appeared before his eyes.

[Okarlos, Demon Hunter]

[Race: Human]

[Level: ???]

[Combat Ability: You will die unsurprisingly.]

[Alignment: Chaotic Good]

[Description: A powerful demon hunter who travels alone in the Dark World. He does not belong to any organization and is very mysterious. He has devoted his life to hunting those colossal monsters he deemed as evil. Please do not attempt to understand him; it is extremely dangerous.]

Lynne: "???"

This seems to be… a human!