Chapter One: Transformed into a Wandering Spirit
Suffocation!
Xiao Zi, deep in slumber, suddenly felt a tightening panic as he could not breathe.
He was instantly wide awake!
“Where am I? What’s happening to me?”
He tried to inhale, but no matter what he did, air would not enter his lungs, and this realization sent him spiraling into panic. Yet he soon discovered that, even without breathing, nothing felt particularly amiss. The discomfort stemmed only from the abrupt loss of a lifelong habit—the sudden change left him ill at ease.
He attempted to move his body, only to realize he could sense nothing at all—not an arm, not a leg—as if his physical form had simply vanished.
“What on earth is going on?”
Forcing himself to calm down, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw defied belief.
“My God! Where’s my body?”
Now he understood why he could not breathe: his body had become almost transparent, floating amid utter darkness, with only the barest hint of barren earth beneath him.
[Host detected in the Horror Plane. The Demon God System has been activated.]
[Host can grow stronger by absorbing terror emotions, with no upper limit!]
[Note: Terror emotions will manifest as Terror Points. Current Terror Points: 0]
[Host’s personal information is as follows:
Host: Xiao Zi
Strength: None (extremely weak, not considered a supernatural entity, therefore no strength)
Skills: None
Terror Points: None
Forbidden Domain: None
Influence on current plane: 0]
At the same time, a screen appeared before him, which he guessed must be the legendary system interface. There were many items on the screen, but all were wrapped in chains, seemingly sealed.
[Mission 1: The Beginning of Terror—Acquire 300 Terror Points. Reward: Unlock the skill Soul Parasite.]
[Soul Parasite: Allows the user to inhabit another being’s soul, using it as sustenance. Grants control over the host’s body and can detach at will (effect depends on skill level).]
Seeing this, a plan formed in Xiao Zi’s mind.
As a ghost, humans surely could not see him—at least ordinary people couldn’t. But to gain terror, he needed to be seen by others. The only way was to use this Soul Parasite skill.
Yet the condition left him at a loss.
He needed Terror Points to be seen, but to be seen he needed the skill, which required 300 Terror Points. It was a cursed cycle!
How was he supposed to break it?
Just then, a powerful force surrounded him and drew him relentlessly in a single direction.
“What’s happening?”
He realized he was moving rapidly, and as the darkness faded, a faint light appeared. He finally noticed his surroundings.
It was a desolate graveyard, tombs scattered everywhere!
But wait, he was nothing more than a wandering ghost—there was no reason to fear a graveyard.
He was dragged to a clearing, where a blanket lay, with a single candle atop it.
The candle’s feeble glow flickered in the wind, and four girls sat around it.
They were dressed in school uniforms, appearing seventeen or eighteen years old—likely high school students from nearby.
Huddling together, each had a saucer before her, on which lay a drop of fresh blood. Their mouths moved in a ritualistic chant.
“Are you sure this method will summon the Spirit of the Saucer?”
This was a new craze in this plane—a game to summon the Spirit of the Saucer.
“Don’t worry. I read about this in my father’s research. He’s an expert—this is real!”
“What should we do if the spirit actually appears?”
“We just ask simple questions. Remember, never ask how it died, or we’ll never know how we ourselves died!”
“Oh, understood.”
Xiao Zi, summoned by their ritual, was utterly baffled.
What did this game have to do with him? How had he been summoned?
He quickly guessed that the Spirit of the Saucer game was a kind of soul-calling ritual, and he, being a soul, had been drawn in.
But what should he do now?
He drifted aimlessly, but as he passed directly above the candle, something unexpected occurred.
The candle, which had been gently swaying, now began to thrash wildly, as if possessed. The saucers containing blood trembled as well.
At the same time, Xiao Zi felt a surge of energy within himself—he seemed able to control something.
The girls’ faces turned to panic.
“Hurry, hurry, it worked! It worked!”
“What now? What do we do?”
“Ask questions, quick!”
“What should we ask?”
“Spirit of the Saucer, please tell me, how old are you this year?”
As the girl posed her question, Xiao Zi sensed that he could control the blood before her.
“How old am I?” Xiao Zi repeated, then manipulated the blood to write the number 22 in Arabic numerals upon her saucer.
That was his age.
“Twenty-two? What do you do for work?” another girl, suppressing her fear, asked.
What did he do for work?
Xiao Zi pondered for a moment, then wrote two words in the saucer: “Murderer.”
At the sight of those words, all the girls turned pale, unable to stifle their screams.
“Ah!”
And at last, Xiao Zi received his hard-earned Terror Points.
[Terror Points +40]
[Terror Points +50]
[Terror Points +45]
[Terror Points +55]
Seeing these Terror Points, Xiao Zi wanted to burst out laughing.
Truly, heaven never abandons a soul—in this case, a ghost!
Now, just 110 more points and he could learn the skill and select an unlucky victim for possession.
He gazed at the blood in the four saucers below, almost laughing aloud. The blood was already prepared for him.
Once he acquired Soul Parasite, he could infiltrate human society, reap endless Terror Points, and ultimately become the nightmare of this world!
But then, something unexpected happened.
“I’m not playing anymore! I’m done!”
Suddenly, one of the girls stood up, intent on fleeing.
She could no longer endure the oppressive atmosphere.
Ruan Qing grabbed her arm. “You can’t quit the Spirit of the Saucer game halfway! If you leave now, everyone will be cursed!”
But her hand was shaken off. “I said from the start I didn’t want to play! You dragged me here! This is all your fault!”
With that, she ran off into the distance.
And she was from the sports class, fleet-footed and impossible to call back.