Cheat Awakening

Following Mr. Ghost Myne quickly to June's backyard, a wave of confusion washed over him. As he pondered the situation, the back door opened, revealing June and the white-haired boy exiting with a large bag on June's shoulder. Without hesitation, the pair darted towards the forest.

"Are they fleeing from the town?" Myne, with disbelief written all over his face, asked with a gloomy expression. If June remained within the town walls, finding her was simply a matter of spending enough money. However, if she had really run away randomly, locating her would be significantly more challenging.

Mr. Ghost, his usual silence unbroken, observed June's fading form thoughtfully before turning and floating towards the cemetery entrance.

While Myne harboured a burning desire to force Mr. Ghost out of its indifferent state and extract some information, the gruesome demise of the three men at June's house served as a chilling reminder of the consequences. Swallowing his anger, he trailed behind it.

As soon as Myne returned, he saw those three unlucky guys who were still lying in June's house in reality, and polluting the air, standing in front of her door, banging it nonstop.

Next, what happened is easy to guess. With no response forthcoming, the men barged into the house, kicking the iron plate known as Mr. Ghost, who had completely lost its composure due to June's escape. Myne, peering through the doorway, witnessed a horrifying tableau – a demonstration of what is called the real torturous way to kill people.

At first, he thought those men died quickly after suffering such serious injuries, but who would have thought that Mr. Ghost, who took everything a little too seriously, actually used magic to let them stay alive for many days. Only when their internal organs could no longer function, even with the aid of magic, did they finally find release from its bony hands.

But Mr. Ghost's sadistic game wasn't over. As their souls left their bodies, Mr. Ghost seized them, transported them to the cemetery, cast some unknown spell upon them, and buried them in random graves, presumably for future amusement

"Phew," Myne exhaled, the final scene leaving him thoroughly shaken. "The last part was… ahem, quite creative, to say the least. I never imagined Mr. Ghost collecting souls to increase its cemetery's population. An interesting idea, to be sure." He took a few cautious steps backwards, a mixture of fear and reluctant admiration evident in his eyes.

The screams of the three men still resonated in his ears, solidifying his decision to maintain a safe distance from Mr. Ghost, and directly labelled it as "Stay as far away as possible."

However, Mr. Ghost obviously didn't care about Myne's compliment. It silently approached him, grasped his hand with its bony appendage, turned it over, and pressed its index finger against the back of his hand.

Myne who thought Mr. Ghost was offended by his remark, wanted to free his poor hands from it, but sadly now it was too late, he only felt as if someone had branded his skin with a searing iron, and a painful moan escaped from his lips. But considering his poor little life, he endured the agonizing sensation with tearing eyes.

He decided that after he found June, he would take revenge with instalments from her, this is all her fault.

Although Myne felt extremely painful from whatever Mr. Ghost was doing, this process didn't last long. After 5 seconds, Mr. Ghost removed its finger and let go of Myne's hand.

"Hot, hot, hot!" Myne cried, jumping up and down, fanning his hand to cool the burning sensation. A dark symbol, resembling a moon with a single, closed eye in its center, now adorned the back of his hand. It was a truly very creepy tattoo to speak of. Only a special existence like Mr. Ghost could come up with this kind of trick.

"What is this? Does this symbol have some kind of special purpose or something?" Regaining his composure after the burning subsided, Myne casually inquired.

His question hung in the air as Mr. Ghost reverted to its usual standby mode, its figure unnervingly still beneath the dark hood. The combination of the dark background, the entity's crimson glow, and its shrouded eyes were enough to send shivers down Myne's spine. Although he knew that he was temporarily safe.

This time, upon hearing Myne's question, Mr. Ghost finally showed some reaction. It first went to the wall and pointed at the words "Save Her" it had painted with great difficulty. Then it pointed at the symbol on the back of Myne's hand. After which Mr. Ghost gave a deep look at Myne and disappeared completely from his sight.

Thud!

With Mr. Ghost gone, Myne finally couldn't hold onto his fake courage and slumped to the ground while panting heavily. Even in the last fight with Alban, he didn't feel so pressured as he did tonight. The feeling of having your life and death in the palm of someone else is definitely not a pleasant one, but sadly there is nothing Myne could do.

Wherever he goes, those ultra-powerful beings hidden underground

appear out of nowhere, making his life a constant struggle. He began to wonder if it was a side effect of receiving his cheat-like skills, a curse bestowed upon him by a vengeful god or goddess out of jealousy

"Phew, thankfully at the last moment I managed to cast appraisal on Mr. Ghost. Out of fear, I literally forgot about it. Let's see if there is any interesting skill I can borrow temporarily from Mr. Ghost to save June. If that skill of travelling underground can come into my hands, it could be another life-saving skill.

Recently, I felt my skills are too insufficient. I should better collect more of them. What's the point of raising their level if all my opponents are simply monsters and I couldn't defeat any of them," Myne grumbled, cursing his bad luck as he stared intently at the appraisal result of Mr. Ghost with burning eyes.

[ Name: ??? ( Mr. Ghost )

LV: ???

Race: Undead( Vengeful Spirit )

Gender: None

Age: ???

Occupation: Guardian of...???

Title: ???

Status: Couldn't detect because of special traits of undead race.

[Skill]

Ethereal Phase

Wail of Tormentn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Soul Bind

Shadow Manipulation

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?????

...

[Ability]

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?????

?????? ]

Myne's lips twitched as he scanned the rows of question marks in Mr. Ghost's status, especially under the "Skills" and "Abilities" sections. Many times he wondered which bastard spread this kind of fake rumor that a person could only have three skills. Let's not talk about monsters; he had already seen quite a few demons and now even ghosts who were loaded with skills and abilities.

"Maybe this information is only limited to humans, and other races didn't count. With the pitiful power of most humans, it is normal for them to be ignorant about such a cruel fact. After all, to deal with most humans, power like Mr. Ghost's or those demons from hell in another world, may not even need to use skill, just a casual wave of the hand or a slap is more than enough."

While shamelessly rubbing salt on the burn wound of his own race, Myne hurriedly started looking at the detailed description of Mr. Ghost's skills. In order to not get too far from it, and receive notification of 'not being able to cut the skill because of distance,' Myne quickly exited June's house.

Ethereal Phase:

Description: This skill bestows upon its user the extraordinary ability to seamlessly transition between the material and ethereal planes, granting them unparalleled flexibility and stealth. By harnessing this power, the wielder becomes akin to a ghostly apparition, capable of traversing through solid objects as effortlessly as a gust of wind through an open window.

Cooldown Time: One hour after each use.

Special Note: Due to the unique laws of the ethereal plane, using this skill renders the user incapable of activating any other skills simultaneously.

Seeing the desired skill he was greedy for the moment he witnessed Mr. Ghost's actions played before him, Myne's eyes widened with shock. He didn't expect he would hit the jackpot right on the first try. Instantly, without any hesitation, he cut the Ethereal Phase skill and pasted it to himself, as if fearing that if he waited a bit more the skill might slip away from his grasp.

However, unbeknownst to Myne, Mr. Ghost, having just gathered the seven souls of the unfortunate men who attempted to capture June to vent its anger again after rewatching his memories, fixated its gaze upon his direction. It tightened its grip on its shovel, dense dark aura started lacking from his body but didn't make any further move, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, Myne had just opened the description of the second skill when he felt every hair on his body stand on end. A powerful pressure, potent enough to induce crippling fear, descended upon him. Having just engaged in heart-to-heart communication with Mr. Ghost, Myne instantly recognized the source of the oppressive feeling.

He whipped his head towards the cemetery and saw a message appear above the entrance, glowing ominously in blood red:

"DON'T CROSS THE LINE!"

Confronted with this stark warning, Myne, resembling a frightened chicken, frantically nodded his head. Without a second thought, he opened the portal and scurried away into its depths.