Chapter Two: The Poker-Faced, Scarred Girl Won't End Up Rescuing a Handsome Lost Spirit

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It wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Not far from where he was, this body died.

Squatting beside the corpse, Zheng Fan silently held his head in his hands.

“Bro, if you’re going to fake an accident, at least don’t drag me into it. This has nothing to do with me,” he muttered.

The corpse, of course, gave no response.

He made a mental note: corpses cannot be possessed.

Making a last-ditch effort, he tried to cheer it on with, “Don’t underestimate our bond!” but still received no reply. What a pity.

Reluctantly, Zheng Fan kneaded the strong body. If anyone saw this, they’d probably suspect he was a necrophiliac with a penchant for men.

Suddenly, after a few squeezes, the corpse began to writhe and transformed into a black orb resembling his original “true form.”

However, this orb also seemed useless for possession.

Zheng Fan studied the orb carefully and sensed some kind of energy contained within.

It looked somewhat like a piece of maltose candy, tempting him to take a bite, but he restrained the reckless thought.

Standing up, he found himself on the rooftop of a building, with a wide view overlooking part of the city.

A vast, unfamiliar metropolis stretched before him, brilliantly lit at night, radiating prosperity.

After a while, Zheng Fan didn’t linger. He turned and left.

He no longer had a “true body.”

According to those people he met earlier, for an apparition to touch reality, it must use someone as a medium.

If he didn’t find a host, was he doomed to wander as a lonely ghost forever?

…

One month later.

Zheng Fan lay on a park bench in the city, staring absentmindedly at the clouds drifting across the sky.

He couldn’t find anything.

Absolutely nothing. Since the beginning, he had roamed the city trying to find something he could interact with—anything at all—but to no avail. No one could engage with him in any way.

Even though supernatural phenomena were widespread in this world, in this super-metropolis known as Grand City, considered the very center of the world, such things were almost public knowledge.

But one supernatural force couldn’t solve another. That was Zheng Fan’s predicament.

Even lingering around those so-called superpowered experts drew no reaction from them.

“Better if they’d just take me away to destroy me,” Zheng Fan muttered.

In the past month, he’d learned a bit about this world.

Grand City was divided into many “colored” worlds based on human psychology, behavior, expression, concepts, and cognition.

Most of the city was a white, peaceful world focused on daily life and economic activity, where violent acts were restricted or banned.

The area where he currently was, as well as where he had escaped from earlier, was known as the Gray District.

An unregulated zone where overlapping worlds frequently occurred, strange events were common, and remnants of merged worlds roamed in chaotic confusion.

Including apparitions like himself.

And…

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