“Set in the 1980s, the novel follows former soldier Hu Bayi and his partner as they raid tombs in search of valuables. The two team up with an American archaeologist after they fall victim to a curse, and to release themselves from it they must seek clues found among ancient mythical sites across China.

The title is derived from an old Chinese saying, credited by the author to genuine grave robbers: “A human lights the candle and the ghosts blow it out.” According to the author, grave robbers would place a candle in the south-east corner of a tomb after entering, in an attempt to make contact with the dead. If the candle was extinguished it was a sign that the spirits within opposed the intrusion, and the robbers would be obliged to depart, leaving everything intact and undisturbed.”

“No one can see me. No one can touch me. No one can judge my actions. I was an invisible man to them, to everyone.”

Emersyn ‘Emery’ Callista Dela Torre or also known as the number one ‘freak’ in Willow High School. She was labeled a freak because of her ability to see ghost but they didn’t know its something much more than just seeing ghost. Emery is a ghost hunter of Ghost Hunter For Hire, a company that gives ghost hunting services.

“One slash of this knife through your neck and you’ll reduce to ashes.”

She is a capable ghost hunter. She always gets the job done. But one mission, she was in danger from getting killed and raped by a ghost but then she was saved by another ghost.
How ironic. A ghost hunter saved by a ghost.


And what’s this? The ghost wants to stay at her house?!

Scarlett Dawn never believed in ghost nor did she realize that a blood convernant with her ex-boyfriend who happens to be late would come back to haunt her. Now few days, to her wedding, he's come back to claim what belongs to him. 


Ben is a world famous award winning paranormal author but there was something the world didn't know about him, he's a medium; the bridge between the dead and the living. 

What happens when both parties cross paths? 

would he help her exorcise her her late lover turned ghost stalker ?

Would a heart stirring romance brew between them in the journey?

~He loved her desperately but sometimes love Can not be enough~

What would you do if you loved someone so much she's your world, however, you can't be with her. Not because you got nothing, but because the forces at play are much greater than you. 

Scarlett had always believed she was cursed because any man she dates, bad things happen to them. But then, it wasn't just a curse but an entity she didn't believe in. 

Jasper would do anything to keep Scarlett safe and for them to be together. But what if the problem is that, he's not just the right man for the job? 

Ben wants nothing but to be free from the daily disturbances from ghosts. They know he's their only shot at having peace and they flock to him; each with their intention. However, what if Ben has to find peace for a certain human too? 


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"Your body is strong enough to house me until I have my revenge!" The ghost disclosed her plans to him.




Ben Atticus Alcántara Junior is a world-famous award-winning paranormal author but there was something the world didn't know about him, he's a medium; the bridge between the dead and the living. 

What happens when he finds out that his best friend is getting married to a woman destined to bring nothing but death to him? 

What happens when both parties cross paths? 

Would he turn a blind eye or head in to save the day even if it means breaking the both of them up? 
Would a heart-stirring romance brew between them in the journey?

Note : This isn't your typical story , the MC has a dark side to him hence don't expect a sweet, fluffy romance story because this is a mix of paranormal. Also this is a spin off from the book, " The she-devil and her alphas," 

Other books :

1: Taming A Billionaire 
2: THE SHE-DEVIL AND HER ALPHAS

Find me on discord: https://discord.gg/swmysryXAG

This is a story of a girl and a ghost become friends but for a reason the ghost finishes. so let's see, the girl's reaction , when she listened her ghost friend was finished. let's see who have done that with that ghost girl !

Hi all authors is here, thank you for reading "Dating My Ghost Boyfriend", and thank you for continuing to support author in every chapter 😊😊.
Author will explain a little about why author hasn't updated recently .... So author is actually still in college and is in the state of working on his thesis 😭😭 ... Because I think too much lately, author likes senility to the point of forgetting his own novels. But author will try to keep updating, even if it take a long time.... Author hope you will be entertained by the novel that author made. Look forward to the next chapter ...

Thank you😊

»Deskripsi«

Bagaimana jadinya kalau orang yang sudah meninggal tiba-tiba berada di kamarmu saat kamu terbangun di pagi hari? Apakah kamu akan sangat terkejut?

Hari ini adalah hari peringatan kematiannya , jadi aku membeli bunga tulip kesukaannya dan pergi ke pemakamannnya...Aku memang sangat sering datang mengunjunginya karena aku selalu menceritakan semua masalahku kepadanya....
Mungkin orang berfikir aku gila...tetapi aku tidak memperdulikan itu sama sekali.

Tak terasa hari sudah menjelang malam 
Aku pun berpamitan kepadanya untuk pulang. Saat di perjalanan keluar makam aku melihat ada seekor kucing hitam yang hendak tertabrak oleh mobil yang melaju sangat kencang. Banyak yang mengatakan jika kamu bertemu kucing hitam maka kamu akan terkena sial.
Tetapi aku tidak memperdulikan hal itu. Aku berlari dan mengambil kucing hitam itu kepelukanku lalu memejamkan mataku karena aku sudah pasrah.

Tetapi saat aku hendak tertabrak , aku merasakan ada angin yang bertiup dan berbisik kepadaku "maafkan aku" lalu kemudian pandanganku tiba-tiba sangat kabur. Dan saat terbangun aku merasakan seperti ada yang memainkan rambutku....

Description

What happens if a person who has died suddenly is in your room when you wake up in the morning? Will you be very surprised?

Today is the anniversary of his death, so I bought his favorite tulip and went to his funeral ... I really come to visit him very often because I always tell him all my problems ....
Maybe people think I'm crazy ... but I don't care about that at all.

Not feel the day was approaching night
I said good-bye to him to go home. When on the way out of the tomb I saw a black cat who was about to be hit by a speeding car. Many say that if you meet a black cat, you will get bad luck.
But I did not care about that. I ran and took the black cat into my arms and closed my eyes because I was resigned...

But when I was about to get hit, I felt a wind blowing and whispered to me "I'm sorry" and then my vision suddenly became very blurred. And when I woke up I felt like someone was playing with my hair ...

Song Shuhang's ghost spirit had already recovered and returned to being a middle-rank ghost spirit. In addition, there was a runic core inside its body, something that only high-rank ghost spirits could possess. Thanks to the runic core, there was a small chance that Song Shuhang's ghost spirit could also evolve until finally becoming a high-rank ghost spirit in the future.
Middle-rank ghost spirits had already a pretty good intelligence. On the other hand, high-rank ghost spirits had a level of intelligence that wasn't inferior to that of a human being. The speed of their cultivation was faster than ordinary cultivators', and they could also learn certain ghost-type magical techniques.
After Song Shuhang completed the synchronization with the ghost spirit, the latter slowly started to transform into a high-rank ghost spirit.
Although its current rank was still that of a middle-rank ghost spirit, it already had an incredibly high level of intelligence.
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The western monk had yet to understand that his life was currently in danger and thus kept asking, "Benefactor, do you have any unsettled business?"
Since a powerful cultivator like the benefactor turned into a ghost, he must have some unfulfilled wish or enmity to take care of, right?
If his benefactor had some unfulfilled wish, the western monk felt that he had to complete it in his stead!
He had saved his life, and he had to absolutely repay him! As if that wasn't enough, he had saved him twice now!
The ghost spirit was speechless.
After a short while, the western monk saw that the 'benefactor' still had yet to reply. Therefore, he asked in puzzlement, "Benefactor, if you have any unfulfilled wish, you can tell it to me. I will try to fulfill it in your stead!"
The ghost spirit was speechless.
"Benefactor, please, speak!" the western monk said. Then, he was suddenly enlightened. Was it possible that his benefactor didn't have any unfulfilled wish but was just waiting for someone to ferry his soul to heaven?
Actually, it was a rather common thing. It was very easy for the souls of powerful cultivators to turn into ghosts after their accidental death due to the large amount of mental energy they possessed, fluttering all around the world.
The soul of the benefactor traveled thousands of miles just to look for me... is it possible that he wants me to ferry his soul to a better place?
"Benefactor, I finally understand. I will hold the most solemn ceremony possible for you and successfully ferry your soul to the afterworld! I will silently recite 300 buddhist scriptures all at once as a warm-up. Afterward, we can descend to a quiet place and carry out the soul ferrying ritual!" the western monk said earnestly.
After saying this much, he started to silently recite from memory buddhist scriptures. It was unknown what type of buddhist scriptures he was carrying with him since there were several sentences of English and Sanskrit mixed within.
At this time, the ghost spirit really got the impulse to throw down the western monk.
It wasn't that it didn't want to speak... it simply couldn't!
Very soon, the western monk finished reciting from memory the buddhist scriptures once. Then, after reciting the 300 buddhist scriptures, he prepared to hold the ceremony to ferry the ghost spirit to the afterworld.
The corner of the ghost spirit's mouth twitched. Next, it flung its hand and threw the western monk high up in the sky.
"Eh? Benefactor!" the western monk called out. He was hovering midair at an altitude of hundreds of meters without any support!
He didn't have a flying magical treasure and had no means to fly. Whether true qi was protecting their body or not, even a cultivator of the Second Stage would turn into meat sauce after falling from such a height!
In the air, the western monk said in panic, "Benefactor, did I say something inappropriate?! Aaaaah!"
At this time, the ghost spirit flew behind him and stretched out its hand, catching him.
"Benefactor!" The face of the western monk was full of tears.
But in the next moment, the ghost spirit flung him away once again. The aim was to reach the roof of a nearby 30-story building.
The ghost spirit wasn't trying to intentionally retaliate against the western monk. The problem was that it was difficult for it to fly in the sky while carrying the cumbersome western monk along.
The physical strength of a ghost spirit of the Second Stage was limited.
After grabbing the western monk and flying in the sky with the speed of a cultivator of the Fourth Stage for so long, it had basically reached its limit.
If they couldn't land in time, the western monk would fall and turn into meat sauce.
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"Bang!"
The western monk finally landed and broke out in a cold sweat due to the fright.
The ghost spirit fluttered and arrived in front of the western monk and offered him its hand.
The western monk looked in puzzlement at the hand of the ghost spirit. Afterward, it stretched out his own hand toward the ghost spirit.
Ultimately, the hands of the western monk and the ghost spirit touched.
In the next moment, a sound reverberated in the head of the western monk. My main body hasn't died yet! I'm just a ghost spirit!
The western monk immediately felt awkward.
It was actually a ghost spirit!
Although he hadn't seen a ghost spirit before, the western monk had heard about them. They were cheat-like existences that all cultivators dreamt of because even a low-rank ghost spirit could allow the cultivator to double their cultivation speed! Having a ghost spirit was similar to having an extra portable charger, and one didn't have to worry about being out of energy during protracted battles.
As if that wasn't enough, the ghost spirit of his benefactor was very intelligent and didn't seem to be any different than a human being in that field. Such being the case, it was at the very least a ghost spirit of the middle-rank.
"Ahahah... I see, it was actually a ghost spirit! Speaking of which, it totally makes sense. There is no way my benefactor would have pooped so easily given his strength! Ahahaha..." The western monk foolishly laughed to hide his embarrassment.
Then, he quickly shifted the topic of conversation. "Benefactor, do you need something from me since you were looking for me?"
The ghost spirit sat down and transmitted the following thought: 'I came here to ask you for advice on how to ferry the souls of the dead.'
"How to ferry the souls of the dead? Benefactor, are you also interested in this kind of matter?" The eyes of the western monk lit up. Then, he took out an old book with yellow pages from his monk's robe.
Although the method to ferry the souls of the dead was very valuable, it was nothing compared to the kindness the benefactor had shown to him by saving his life twice.
The western monk cautiously handed the old book with yellow pages to the ghost spirit, saying, "Benefactor, here is the method to ferry the souls of the dead in my possession. I learned everything I know from this book. Now, I will entrust this secret method to you. Oh, right. There is also this."
After saying this much, the western monk took out the ❮Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture❯ and said, "If you combine these two manuals together, you can ferry all kinds of souls!"
The ghost spirit silently nodded. Then, it stretched out its hand and opened ❮Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture❯.
On the first page, the western monk had written down the following remarks: 'I will not become a Buddha until I reach enlightenment and all living things are saved, with hell being emptied.'
The ghost spirit flipped through ❮Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture❯. It seemed it was a religious text that some buddhist sect had handed down; its content was incredibly difficult to understand. Reading the text was enough to cause the spiritual energy of the world to fluctuate.
It was unknown how the western monk had gotten his hands on it.
Thereupon, the ghost spirit flipped through the book from start to end and firmly memorized the contents. Its guts were telling it that ❮Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture❯ could come in handy one day in the future.
After putting down ❮Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture❯, the ghost spirit opened the old book with yellow pages the western monk had given it earlier.
Although it was called 'book', it looked more like a very ordinary notebook.
After opening it, the ghost spirit noticed a few small characters written above it.
❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯.
The ghost spirit was speechless.
Then, it raised its head and looked at the western monk. Had that guy really learned the method to ferry the souls of the dead thanks to this 'book'?
The ghost spirit flipped through the diary with a doubtful expression on its face.
It wasn't the ascetic senior monk that had written the diary. It seemed a bystander had recorded down the ascetic journey of a certain senior monk.
The senior monk in the diary was bald, wearing thin burlap clothes on his body and going around barefooted. Although his body was skinny, his eyes were bright and full of energy.
The diary was full of trivial details. Moreover, the description of the ascetic journey of the senior monk spanned across various chapters.
For example, the senior monk once traversed a land full of snow and ice, refusing to eat or drink for several days. This content covered five or six chapters.
For example, the senior monk was once traversing a forest with sharp rocks within barefooted, enduring the hardships of the arduous journey. This content likewise covered five chapters.
There was a passage about the senior monk meeting a monster beast and fighting against it. However, these interesting parts were just mentioned briefly in passing.
The author of the diary repeatedly described the hardships of the senior monk, describing his hunger, pain, thirst, and so on...
The ghost spirit was unsure whether it was just its misconception... but after reading it, it felt as though the author of the diary was rather happy while describing the whole process.
F*ck. The author of this diary must be a full-blown sadist. He seems very happy while describing the suffering of the senior monk.
Page after page, the ghost spirit had already flipped through half of the diary.
In the diary, the senior monk entered a fearsome forest. The forest was full of poisonous insects. After the first day in the forest, the senior monk had been poisoned and was almost on the verge of death.
The diary was using all types of fancy terms to describe in details the poisoned senior monk. His lips turned purple, his face blue, he gasped for breath and groaned in pain, desperately using his finger to hold onto the ground below.
As expected, the author of the diary was really happy to see the senior monk suffer.
Is this even a diary? The ghost spirit had already started to doubt whether he was really reading a diary.
It had started to wonder whether it was something similar to an ancient novel, with the author trying to satisfy the dark desires in their heart after describing in detail the suffering of the senior monk.
In addition, how exactly had the western monk learned the method to ferry the souls of the dead through this book?
The ghost spirit raised its head once more and looked at the western monk, only to see him looking at itself with an expectant look on his face.
Moreover, whenever the western monk was looking at the old diary, it felt as though he was looking at a priceless treasure, afraid that the ghost spirit would use too much strength and rip the yellow pages of the diary while flipping them.
The ghost spirit was speechless.
Thereupon, it tried to endure and kept flipping through the diary.
In the diary, after he was poisoned, the senior monk's chances of survival were slim. But by relying on his incredible willpower, he managed to overcome the poison and return between the living once again.
...Overcome your sister! Since when can you overcome something like poison through willpower? Was it too difficult to write about the detoxifying process?
The speed at which the ghost spirit was flipping the pages increased.
During his ascetic journey, the senior monk crossed mountains, swamps, deserts, and the seas. He endured storms, survived lightning, crossed sea of fire and was buried alive by sandstorms.
In other words, he went through all kinds and types of experiences!
After continuously flipping through the diary and almost reaching the end, the ghost spirit was somewhat moved.
It suddenly thought of the ❮Virtuous Man's Ten Thousand Mile Walk❯ footwork.
Although it was reluctant to admit it, the ascetic journey of the senior monk described in the diary somewhat reminded it of the ❮Virtuous Man's Ten Thousand Mile Walk❯ footwork the main body practiced.
One was a buddhist method that consisted in an ascetic journey, the other a scholarly method used to travel thousands of miles. There was indeed something common between the two.
Perhaps the main body should also go on a similar journey during his free time...
Crossing mountains and fording rivers with food and water just like the ascetic monk in the diary and enduring the hardships of the arduous journey... crossing hills, deserts, swamps, seas, and experiencing the storm, lightning, sandstorms, and tsunamis...
Then, after finishing the long journey, his whole body would strengthen just like that of the ascetic monk. It was a pretty good way to train, wasn't it?
After thinking up to this point, the ghost spirit flipped through the last page of the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯.
The last page of the diary was very short.
In the end, he died...
Even his bones decomposed and merged with the earth.
He used his own life and treated it as the end of his ascetic journey.
Although his body perished, his soul managed to reach a completely new level! It was the most incredible ascetic journey that had ever taken place!
The ghost spirit was speechless.
At this time, it got the urge to tear the book to pieces.
What the f*ck did it mean with 'In the end, he died...'?
The monk actually died!
How could one not get depressed after such an ending?
But aside from that... how had the western monk learned the method to ferry the souls of the dead from this diary?!
The corner of the ghost spirit's mouth twitched as it closed the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, returning it to the western monk.
The western monk cautiously put away the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯ and asked expectantly, "Benefactor, what were your gains after reading the book?"
The ghost spirit went right to the point and asked, "...How did you exactly manage to learn the method to ferry the souls of the dead from this diary?"
"Eh? Benefactor, weren't you moved after you finished reading the diary?" the western monk asked in amazement. "Benefactor, don't you feel that that senior monk that went through all those hardships is someone worthy of respect? As soon as I saw the final part, I felt like giving my best wishes to the ascetic senior monk.
Afterward, as this thought crossed my mind, the whole life of the ascetic senior monk played in my head like a movie. Then, I finally managed to learn the method to ferry the souls of the dead through the life experiences of the ascetic senior monk," the western monk replied earnestly.
What the western monk said wasn't that different from saying: 'Today, I was moved while I was solving problems of mathematics. Afterward, the Pythagorean Theorem flashed through my mind, and as I applied it to a triangle, I suddenly learned the legendary 'Triangular Godly Fist' technique'.
The ghost spirit faintly sighed.
From the looks of it, it was unlikely that it would be able to grasp the method to ferry the souls of the dead from the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯.
It could only try to find another, possibly different, method.
Or perhaps it could make a trip back home and ask the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group about it. Amongst the seniors, there must be someone that knew about the method to ferry the souls of the dead.
After thinking up to this point, the ghost spirit decided to say goodbye to the western monk. It was preparing to make a trip back home and contact Yu Jiaojiao while it was at it.
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In the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, inside the Time City.
Song Shuhang had been unconscious since the day the ghost spirit had left the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion up until now.
Five days had already passed in the Time City since Song Shuhang had fainted.
Just as the ghost spirit was reading the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, ten wounds split open on the back of the unconscious Song Shuhang.
Fresh blood spurted out and dyed red his new clothes. Senior Sister Ye had changed his clothes while he was unconscious, giving him a new set.
The unconscious Song Shuhang opened his eyes and runes flashed out. In the next moment, the runes suddenly disappeared into the void.
After a short amount of time, they finally returned from the void to Song Shuhang's eyes.
The ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯. It's a diary describing the ascetic journey of a senior monk, introducing the 'Soul Ferrying Technique' of the World Saving Buddhist Sect. As long as someone with a compassionate heart reads the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, they can grasp the essence of the 'Soul Ferrying Technique'. If someone with a compassionate heart reads aloud the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, they would have unexpected gains.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"It ain't here." 

"It's not here." 

Juho and Geun Woo said simultaneously. Though they searched the room together, neither of them found the flash drive. Unfortunately, it meant that it wasn't in the studio. Thankfully, it wasn't such a big room and it was rather organized, enabling them to search through the entire place quickly. 

"What do we do?" asked Geun Woo, looking concerned.

He knew what was in the flash drive Juho had lost. The open drawers and sheets of data scattered around the room were proof of their desperate search. 

"Nothing, I guess," said Juho, walking around the room once more. 

"You're not giving up now, are you?" 

Juho wasn't giving up, but simply accepting the current situation. The reality was that his flash drive had gone missing, and like in most cases when belongings got lost, it resulted in jumbled up memories. Knowing that, Juho emptied his mind and focused on the barking dog in the distance. 

"It's possible that the dog fetched it." 

"Now's not the best time to write a novel, Juho," Geun Woo said sternly. 

Juho tried to organize his thoughts. He had tried to revise 'Grains of Sand.' The flash drive had been stashed in his pocket, and the laptop happened to be in Geun Woo's studio. Because he had had some down time, he had decided to put the two objects together. After that, he had left the house to go visit the dog. 

"Are you sure this is the last place where you saw it?"

"Most likely." 

"Are you sure you didn't leave it at the doghouse?"

"I doubt it."

"That's weird…" muttered Geun Woo, looking around his studio. It was definitely strange. When his memory didn't match up with reality, Juho felt something odd in most cases. Fortunately, breaking out of it wasn't all that difficult. All it took was to either summon a ghost or lure the dog into the house. As long as he assumed one of them to be the culprit, the mystery would have practically solved itself. 

"What are you guys doing?" 

While he was lost in thought, a voice sounded from behind them. It was the man with the bushy hair. Geun Woo answered before Juho had time to respond, "Nothing." 

"It doesn't seem to be that way," he said, walking around the messy studio. "What's with the mess?" 

"A dog was in here." 

"A dog?"

"Or a ghost." 

"A ghost??" the man asked, studying Juho with a puzzled look. 

"I don't think I can catch up to your colorful imagination, Mr. Woo," he said. His hair covered his face, making it difficult to make out his expression. 

As Juho stared at him intently, Geun Woo interjected, "Did you see a flash drive, by any chance?" 

The man tilted his head, and his hair moved with it. His entire body was communicating that he was clueless.

"What flash drive?" 

"We lost one, and we're looking for it. Where could this thing be?"

At Geun Woo's answer, the man's eyes rolled up toward the ceiling. He seemed like he was trying to think of something. 

"You got me there." 

"You have seen it, though," said Juho. Though calm, he sounded certain. 

"Me? When?" the man asked.

"We were talking here earlier. My flash drive was in the laptop then." 

"Ah, that's what you meant. I didn't see it. Heck, with Yun Woo in front of my eyes, I wouldn't be looking at some flash drive. Besides, I'm not even a writer anymore, so I don't even bother to look at my surroundings." 

Contrary to his answer, he had come into the room looking rather natural. One couldn't change their habit overnight, but Juho couldn't argue. He simply gave him a nod and said, "I'm getting hungry." 

"Ha…!" a dumbfounded laugh sounded from the floor. Juho looked down. Geun Woo was looking under the desk with his cheek to the floor. 

"You're hungry? In this situation?" 

"I know, right?" 

"All right. Well, it's in the house somewhere for sure, so we'll keep looking. Unless the thing has a set of feet, it'll come out sometime, somewhere," Geun Woo said, standing up. 

He was right. Juho hardly ever lost his belongings. To begin with, if he hadn't been in Yun Seo's house, he would have never taken the flash drive out of his pocket. It was a safe place for him. Yet, his belonging had gone missing. 

"Dinner's ready. What are you all doing here?" asked Yun Seo, standing behind the man who was standing by the entrance. "Are you guys cleaning or something?" she asked as she looked around the room. 

The man answered as he stood nearest to her, "Apparently, Mr. Woo has lost something." 

"What??"

"A flash drive. Not just an ordinary flash drive, but the one that holds his works." 

Despite the seemingly alarming news, Yun Seo remained calm. Maintaining her tranquility, she made a sound similar to her friend, Hyun Do Lim, "Hm… Did you look thoroughly?"

"Yes, Mrs. Baek." 

"Every corner?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Baek," answered Geun Woo. He had looked around with his cheek against the floor, so he would have definitely looked in every corner. 

"I'll look for it." 

"Great! She's a master at finding lost items," said Geun Woo as he moved aside for her. Yun Seo nodded in affirmation. At that moment, Juho stopped her. 

"We should eat first. The food's getting cold." 

"We can always reheat it. Would you all like to go on ahead and eat then?" 

He couldn't possibly do that. Eventually, she began to search the desk. Since it had been in the nearest vicinity of the laptop, it was the most likely candidate. Though Geun Woo and Juho had looked multiple times, the flash drive had been nowhere to be found. Perhaps with Yun Seo looking, the search would yield a different result. 

A voice sounded from behind them, "You should take care of your belongings. I'll help." 

Juho turned around, looked at him in the eyes and thought, 'If it's not the dog or a ghost, then who's left?" 

"I know. I must've been way too excited about dinner." 

"Please don't feel like you're being a nuisance. It happens when you're young. Think of it as a lesson for the future." 

"I'll keep that in mind." 

Of course, their efforts went in vain despite involving the master searcher. Seeing as how the search went on for a lot longer than anticipated, Juho tried changing the atmosphere. This time, he went in a slightly different direction. 

"I'm getting pretty hungry. Could we go eat now?" 

Yun Seo stopped in her tracks at the young author's voice. 


"Of course! Geun Woo, would you mind lending me a hand in the kitchen?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Baek." 

"We'll keep looking," said the man with bushy hair walking toward the desk. He moved his hands about as if he was looking for something. Clattering sounds filled the room. Juho heard Yun Seo and Geun Woo in the distance. They were alone, and Juho called out to the man.

"What is it?" he asked.

"How did you know?" 

"Know what?"

"That my works were in the flash drive."

"..." Juho had never brought up anything about what was in the flash drive to him. 

"I heard you and Geun Woo talking from the hallway when I was coming to get you guys," the man said, chuckling.

"So, you did know about the flash drive. You sounded like you knew nothing about it." 

"... Did I? Well, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so that's why I said it the way I did. I can see how there's room for misunderstanding though." 

"That's what makes words such a powerful thing. I'm reminded of that often because of my occupation as an author." 

As a writer, he was well aware of the power of words. He also knew full well of how close truth and lie were from one another. Because words had no shape, people tended to let it leave their lips with ease, all too thoughtlessly. They hardly realized how massive a power words could carry. Maybe it was for that reason that people often tried desperately to get rid of the evidence of having said certain things. Visible and tangible evidence. It had to have shape in order for it to be fully disposed of. 

Juho said, looking at the desk, "It's strange. I could've sworn I left it here. It's almost as if it got sucked into another dimension."

"That's what it's like to lose something. By the time you come to your senses, it's already gone, no matter how secure you might have felt it was," the man said, turning around to look in Juho's direction. "It's upsetting. It's aggravating. You want to blame others, but you can't do that either because it's entirely your fault. Right? Don't be anxious. We'll find it," he said in a rather friendly tone. Their eyes met. He was also looking at Juho. 

"I appreciate your help. That should be enough." 

"You're not giving up, are you?"

"Yes, I am," Juho answered immediately. 

"Writing must not mean all that much to you, Mr. Woo," said the man with a furrowed brow. He seemed irritated by Juho's quick response. 

"When did I say anything about writing? You're an author. You should know the value of each and every one of your pieces," Juho said somewhat sharply. 

"Well, it's just that you didn't seem like you meant that. I'm not an author anymore," said the man mockingly. It was subtle, but apparent. 

"Not an author, huh," Juho said, smiling. "Then you wouldn't mind if I suspect you of something, would you?" 

"Suspect me of what?"

"Are you not aware of the reason why we haven't used the word "culprit" still?" 

He clenched his lips. Juho had given him a friendly reminder on how dangerous of a statement he had just made. 

"An author can't steal another writer's work. They know the meaning behind it all too well. Getting your hands on another writer's work is to abandon your dignity as an author." 

Having given up on writing, the man was no longer an author. 

"There are only authors here in this house." 

Including Yun Seo and Geun Woo, everyone in the house had been desperately holding onto that truth. Juho asked, "But what was it that you said just now?" 

He had said that he was no longer an author with his own lips. 'If it's not the dog or a ghost, it has to be a person,' thought Juho. Everyone in the house was an author, but there was exception. Juho looked at the man intently. 

"..."

"Words are powerful. You can't take them back once they leave you. It gets rather messy really quick. We all make mistakes, children and adults alike." 

The man's lips quivered, looking somewhat angry and anxious at the same time. 

"Then, why aren't you trying to find it?" he asked in a slightly hoarse sounding voice. His face became visible, and it was filled with malicious intent. He had the appearance of a person who wanted to bring someone down with him as he spiraled down himself. He desired for Juho's downfall and for his career to come crashing down. He was blinded by his desires. His hair concealed his face once again. 

"I have all my works saved up at home and my flash drive is password protected, so I don't have anything to worry about. Nobody will be able to read what's in it, whether it's a dog or a ghost. If the flash drive really is in this house still, it'll be found eventually. I'll get it then," Juho said, smiling peacefully. 

The man's expression grew darker and darker. It was apparent that things were not turning the way he had hoped they would. 

"Such a relief, right?" said Juho.

The man's face became more and more distorted with anger. He had the look of a victim. 

"Yun Woo is amazing," he said, sarcastically. He had said something similar to Juho that day. "Success after success. I suppose that's how you're able to look so peaceful while making a fool of an adult in front of you." 

"I'm not making a fool out of you. I was simply beating around the bush a little bit. Words are a powerful things." 

Though Juho's words may have been sincere, nothing could change the twisted mind of a twisted listener. 

"See? You'll never know. You'll never learn what it feels like to be comforted by a kid."

Juho stared at him quietly, infuriating the man all the more. 

"Just be angry, why don't you? Why don't you just say that you know I stole it and ask me to hand it over?" 

"No, thanks," Juho said light-heartedly. "I have to write. I don't want to waste my emotions with times like this." 

"You make people miserable." 

"No," Juho said firmly.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

"Yep, this incident arose from the Story of One Hundred Demons game, which is based on the Night of One Hundred Demons, so maybe it's not an appropriate suggestion. Despite this, I think transforming into Blue Lantern Ghost is a way for you to confront your fears directly." Seiji rubbed his chin. "Sensei, you know about Blue Lantern Ghost, right?"
"I do," Mayuzumi replied. "It's the lantern that's used in ancient times when playing the Story of One Hundred Demons game, right?" 
"That's right. Lanterns with blue covers can transform into this type of demon. Some say that they're tiny demons who carry lanterns. Others believe they're young women who like to listen to ghost stories, or female demons who collect ghost stories; in short, there are many different views about this. At any rate, it's a demon with no set appearance."
Seiji's eyes flashed with a strange light. "I personally believe that Blue Lantern Ghost is a beautiful female demon and one of the strongest among all demons! That's because she was born from gathering a hundred ghost stories. If you think about it, isn't that equal to the Night of One Hundred Demons? Just this one demon is equal to one hundred demons, so of course she's incredibly strong!"
"Sensei is a beautiful manga author, which could be reworded as 'a beautiful woman who continually tells stories!' Although you don't tell ghost stories, modern-day fantasy manga and anime probably seem similar to ghost stories for ancient people, so it could sort of count as tales of the abnormal."
"A beautiful woman who tells tales of the abnormal receives powerful strength from the Story of One Hundred Demons ritual. If you view it like this, isn't this almost exactly like Blue Lantern Ghost!? You could definitely transform into a powerful beautiful demon!!"
Mayuzumi was rendered speechless by all this.
"Cough cough, excuse me for getting somewhat carried away." Seiji did his best to retract his excitement. "Please don't mind me and treat that as a joke. My thought process suddenly exploded on me, so I apologize."
The manga author chuckled. "Blue Lantern Ghost… a powerful female demon… Honestly, Haruta-kun?"
Technically, telling her to transform into a demon was rather rude, but she didn't dislike it.
'A beautiful and powerful female demon… If I can really transform into something like this, perhaps I'll be able to truly conquer my fear.' Mayuzumi thought of it like this.
The third day in Reo's soul.
After Reo went to school, Seiji took Mayuzumi outside to go meet with the angel-winged "Seiji" and the others.
And then everyone had fun chatting and playing cards together… whoops, Mayuzumi did as Seiji suggested and tried to influence them using her imagination.
After a while, the angel-winged "Seiji" said, "I'm your companion; I'll fight for your sake!"
Seiji decided to create a wooden target dummy with his imagination and asked Mayuzumi to imagine that it was her enemy.
Then, the angel-winged "Seiji" really took action and smashed the target dummy to pieces with a single punch!
After a few more tests, they confirmed that this indeed worked.
Seiji and Mayuzumi were both in high spirits from this.
By the end of this day, Mayuzumi successfully converted "Seiji," "Saki," "Mai," and "Hoshi," to her cause. She now had a total of four characters willing to fight for her, and she even succeeded in increasing their combat strength.
The situation was developing even better than they expected.
The fourth day.
"Chiaki," "Mika," "Kaho," and "Mayuzumi" were also converted successfully.
As planned, Mayuzumi divided them into two small teams of four.
Seiji acted as their opponent for a practice battle.
And he was almost defeated!
Together, these two small teams had excellent combat strength, and he was unprepared for their combination attacks. He had to get serious in order to gain the upper hand.
Seiji gave Mayuzumi a big thumbs-up after the practice fight. "This is great. Let's continue adding companions and creating combat teams."
The manga author revealed a delighted smile.
The fifth and sixth day passed… time marched on just like this.
Mayuzumi converted more and more NPCs every day and continued to increase the strength of her army.
On the other side, Reo grew closer and closer to Seiji and grew to like him more and more.
Every day they would do homework and play games together. Every weekend they would go out to have fun. Together they toured the streets, visited the amusement park, went camping, and explored the aquarium…
Seiji was happy to see the little girl having fun.
Disregarding the nature of their situation, it was actually pretty fun living together with Mayuzumi and Reo.
It was also an experience that gave him... some benefits.
After all, since they were living together, he saw the beautiful manga author in so many different ways. He got to see her while she was cooking, immediately after she finished showering, and when she woke up. On a few occasions, he saw her making silly mistakes, and once he even saw her when she was in the middle of changing her clothes… cough cough, at any rate, he would occasionally get lucky.
Not to mention the gentlemanly benefits such as bathing or hanging panties and bras out to dry. He was truly grateful for these opportunities.
After they felt that it would be okay, Seiji and Mayuzumi moved onto the next phase of their plan.
"I have some things to do, so I won't be coming back tonight. Reo, stay at home and watch the house together with Brother Harano."
Reo was dissatisfied with her "mother's" words, but after Seiji's gentle coaxing, she agreed.
She didn't have any particular reaction to the fact that her "mother" was absent for the entire night. With Seiji accompanying her, the next morning arrived just as normal.
This was a symbolic first step.
Afterwards, Mayuzumi continued to leave the house for extended periods, slowly getting Reo accustomed to the fact that her "mother" would not always be at home.
The next step was to increase the time that Mayuzumi remained away from the house.
At first, it was two days. Then, three days.
During this, Seiji paid close attention to Reo's condition.
Whenever she began to show obvious signs of loneliness, he would come to her room before she fell asleep and tell her stories as a way of coaxing her.
For example, the story of "The Feather Cloak Girl."
The plot was basically about how a boy found an extravagant feather cloak and later met a crying girl. When he asked what was wrong, he learned that she had lost her feather cloak.
The boy returned the feather cloak he picked up to her, causing her to become overjoyed. After she thanked him, she put on the feather cloak and turned into a bird that flew away.
Afterwards, the boy grew into an adult and met a beautiful woman. They fell in love with each other, got married, and gave birth to a cute baby girl.
Later, the husband felt that his wife was keeping a secret from him. He secretly investigated and found that his wife was hiding an extravagant familiar feather cloak, which he took and confronted his wife with. However, his wife gave a deep sigh, put on the feather cloak, turned into a bird, and flew away.
The husband greatly regretted his actions and fell ill as a result. In the end, he died of illness caused by depression.
Their daughter was left all alone and continuously cried.
Finally, their daughter saw a large bird bring a feather cloak to her, and she put it on. She also transformed into a bird and flew away with the large bird.
It was a rather tragic bedtime story, but it was Reo's favorite story. She had Mayuzumi tell it to her countless times already.
Seiji surmised that the feathered woman's ethereal figure he saw in the real world was created from Reo's image of her mother combined with the feather-cloak woman from this story.
This story probably represented one of Reo's deepest memories of her mother Hinako Haza.
He didn't know what the specific connection was. Mayuzumi had asked Reo long ago why she liked this story so much. Her only answer was that she enjoyed listening to it.
"What part of it was enjoyable?" Mayuzumi had asked.
Reo replied by saying that it was enjoyable because it was enjoyable.
This was a complete child's answer. It didn't answer the question at all.
Although Seiji knew that it was probably meaningless, he still tried asking again. "Why do you like this tragic story?"
"Because the mother came back and took her daughter to fly away with her…" Reo muttered.
Then, she blinked and revealed a confused expression.
"What did I say just now, Brother Harano?"
Seiji looked at her and blinked as well. "You said that this story was enjoyable to listen to."
'Reo Tachibana… could her true wish actually be…' He inwardly sighed.
He reached out his hand and patted the girl's head.
"Good night, Reo-chan."
The little girl didn't respond. It seemed that she had fallen asleep.
Seiji got up and left.
After he exited Reo's room and closed the door, some light green feathers quietly appeared, floating in the air for a few brief seconds. After that, they disappeared just as quietly as they had appeared.


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

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author nak bagitahu kepada ghost readers !
MVV hanya akan update selalu di Wattpad !
sbb webnovel author tak selalu gunakan .
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sekarang kat wattpad MVV dah chapter 16 🙂
kat webnovel chapter 8 so beza dia banyak .... kalau korang nak tau korang baca sahaja dari Wattpad dan vote kat sana .

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harini author bagi present since lama tak update 💜🌸

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