Mysteries On Marvel

"No, even if you could see ghosts, you wouldn't find those two unlucky guys."

What the little helper devoured wasn't just their flesh and blood—it consumed their souls as well.

Ghosts?

Heh.

Anyone consumed by the little helper didn't even have the chance to reincarnate, let alone linger as a spirit.

The Marvel world undeniably had ghosts and spirits, given its real dimensions of hell and the underworld.

However, most souls were naturally drawn to dimensions like Hell or the Underworld upon death, rarely lingering in the material world.

Even when they did, most ordinary people couldn't perceive spirits or ghosts due to their ethereal nature.

Thus, encounters with actual ghosts in reality were exceedingly rare—at least, Eren had never seen one himself.

"Whoosh..."

Just as Eren was about to close the door after watching the two agents leave, a sudden icy wind swept through the street in front of him.

The chill seemed to sink deep into his bones, and the temperature around him plummeted as though it had dropped dozens of degrees in an instant.

The biting cold cut through him.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of sinister wind slammed into Eren, forcing him back into the house and shutting the door with a loud bang.

At the same time, a faint, guttural growl echoed near his ears.

"What the hell?"

Sensing something was off, Eren quickly activated his Spiritual Sight.

Under the enhanced perception of his spiritual vision, Eren immediately noticed a dark mist swirling inside his house.

The mist coalesced like a translucent black cloud, rolling and twisting before taking the vague shape of a short-haired man in a black suit. His eyes emitted a smoldering black smoke.

The ghostly figure's pale, translucent limbs hung at unnatural angles as he dangled upside-down from the living room ceiling.

Thick, ink-like smoke swirled around him, accompanied by chilling wails. Within the black haze, Eren could vaguely discern countless distorted human faces writhing and screaming.

The oppressive, frigid aura of the ghost felt like countless blades slicing into Eren's skin.

Shivering involuntarily, Eren stared at the ghastly specter suspended from his ceiling, his mind racing with confusion.

"What the hell? Where did this guy come from?"

Judging by its appearance alone, Eren could tell it was a particularly malevolent ghost. The terrifying aura surrounding it was nearly tangible, capable of lethally harming living beings.

This level of malice suggested the ghost had claimed numerous lives during its mortal existence.

But why had such a powerful ghost suddenly appeared in his house?

Was it some bizarre twist of fate? He had just joked about seeing ghosts, and now here one was!

"Did my words have some kind of supernatural power?"

As Eren pondered, the ghost hanging from the ceiling took a deep "breath," inhaling deeply.

Eren's senses picked up faint remnants of malice from two recently deceased individuals in the house, transforming into thin streams of black smoke as they were drawn into the ghost's gaping mouth.

The ghost's face twisted into a euphoric expression, like an addict getting their fix.

But the pleasure was fleeting. Once the malice was consumed, the ghost's ecstasy turned into rage and frustration, its hunger unfulfilled.

Its anger surged, driving it to lash out at the only living being in the room—Eren.

"ROAR!"

The ghost's twisted face contorted further as it lunged at Eren, black smoke trailing behind it like a vengeful specter.

"Such malice…" Eren muttered, just as his little helper appeared with near-instantaneous speed.

With its maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, the little helper lunged at the ghost with unimaginable speed.

The ghost seemed instinctively terrified of the abyss-like jaws bearing down on it and tried to evade.

But before it could escape, a thunderous voice echoed, shaking its very soul:

"Wretch, look at me!"

Caught off guard, the ghost instinctively raised its head.

In that moment, it locked eyes with a gaze of cold, regal authority—a gaze that seemed to belong to a king of the underworld.

BOOM!

A freezing chill and oppressive force surged through the ghost's soul, paralyzing it.

The brief hesitation was all the little helper needed to clamp down, devouring half the ghost's translucent body in one bite.

The ghost's incorporeal form stood no chance against the little helper's voracious jaws, as its body was ripped apart and swallowed.

After consuming most of the ghost, the little helper shuddered as if savoring a delicious meal. Its greedy gaze turned toward the remaining portion of the ghost.

In the air, the ghost wailed pitifully, unaware of the imminent danger targeting its fragmented form.

Just as the little helper prepared to finish devouring the intruder, a subtle tremor rippled through the Scales of Fate hidden within Eren's soul.

An invisible shockwave dispersed the ghost's remaining consciousness, while a twisted vortex appeared in the void, swallowing the rest of its body entirely.

Ding!

[Residual traces of a fate-bound artifact detected in the spirit. Source identified as the "Loom of Fate" from this world. Host is strongly encouraged to seek out this artifact and offer it to the Scales of Fate. Doing so is expected to partially restore the Scales' functions and alleviate some of the xxx corruption.]

[Additionally, the host will unlock at least one unique function of the Scales and gain a substantial amount of Fate Points.]

(End of Chapter)

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