Aria knew the situation was more complicated than it seemed. If Simon felt uneasy, it surely signified something bad. Although Aria didn't insist on going alone, someone had to send the herbs back.There were many injured soldiers waiting for the antibiotics, and some injuries couldn't afford to be delayed treatment. Plus, Aria couldn't disguise herself with all the herbs she had.After thinking for a moment, she took out her amethyst pendant.The twins immediately appeared. Angie still looked a bit scary despite her soft and respectful tone. "Ms. Carver, do you need our assistance?"After filling them in about the delivery of medicine, Abbie ducked behind Angie timidly. "Ms. Carver, I'm afraid we might not succeed. What if they're afraid of us?"Aria pinched their faces. "Go and find Xander. Tell him you're with me. Don't worry. A soldier like him wouldn't be afraid of you all. Didn't you say only those who did bad things would be afraid of you all?"Abbie clutched the package
Looking at Angie's disheveled spirit, Aria reached out to ruffle her hair. "I'll find him. Go with Abbie to deliver the herbs first."Although this is just an Earthbound Manifestation, everyone here is a heroic spirit. I'm sure you and Abbie want them to not have any regrets. Leave the rest to me. I'll find out who he is and bring him to you all."Angie's soul had been soothed. Although there was still resentment in her, the twins would listen to Aria unconditionally and treat it as the most important task. This was usually how spirit vassals reacted. While other souls might not be willing to be controlled, the twins allowed it as Aria had been taking care of them.If the twins couldn't do something as simple as delivering herbs, they would be useless to Aria. Thus, the twins exchanged glances and nodded obediently. In their true spirit form, they didn't have much strength, so they would often use their resentment to help.Albeit their obedient appearances, the twins were famou
Just as the twins wondered what to do, Xander thought for a moment before asking Benedict, "Where are they? Here?"Benedict suppressed his fear and replied, "A little bit further."Xander stretched his hands forward. Upon coming into contact with Angie, he could see the twins before him. Abbie was particularly looking at him shyly.Paggie once said ghosts didn't exist; only guilt would trick one into believing it. Growing up in the village, he had heard various stories from his household.However, Xander wasn't concerned about any kind of soul. All of them were Farshyans. Xander's sister would be about the same age as them if she were still alive. Since he arrived there, he rarely had any relatives visiting him.However, he would often dream of his sister, but he woke up to the sound of gunfire and bombs."Don't be scared. If you guys are hungry, I'll go and take a look to see if there is any canned food we managed to seize." Xander turned around.Angie didn't touch him, only
"Is this the main point?" Evander didn't understand Ingrid's thoughts.Ingrid said excitedly, "Of course, this is the main point. I want to know who she is in real life. Once she comes back, I'll ask for her number."She's way too capable, you know. Even our lecturer can't be exactly sure about the herbs' proportions. She must be someone renowned in the medical field!" Ingrid admired Aria a lot.However, Astrid was still displeased. "If she's as capable as you say, she wouldn't have kept herself hidden. We've already introduced ourselves when we came here. What about her? She didn't say a word and lectured us the moment she arrived."She's nowhere to be seen now. Plus, do you think she's a good person by how she can order ghosts around?"Astrid didn't dare to say this before Aria, so she could only complain behind her back. "Perhaps she's too scared to show her face in real life. That's why she's acting so high and mighty now that we're living in the past."Well, now that the her
Aria's confidence grew as she ventured deeper into the woods. Everywhere within the manifestation, personal burdens were woven into the fabric of reality, distorting the environment and affecting all who entered. These abnormalities could only be controlled by heroic spirits.A popular saying on the internet warned that anyone wary of encountering ghosts should visit Martyr Cemetery—where evil spirits dared not venture.Heroic spirits had protected civilians during wartime, and they continued their watch even in death. Their power was such that, with a weapon in hand, enemies became nonexistent.Aria eyed the abnormalities, then glanced at Simon. "Can you handle this?"Simon replied flatly, "It doesn't affect me, but you might be vulnerable. Humans have their seven deadly sins. I'm sure you have a weakness. If your dark side surfaces, nobody will leave this manifestation alive."Aria raised her phone, snapping a picture of the terrain and enemy troops. She grinned. "You know, befo
Once Aria made a decision, there was no turning back. As the beast of fortune, Simon could avoid many misfortunes, making it safest for him to return with the photos of the enemy's base. However, Simon's mind lingered on Aria. They were both from Southbury, and she was the only person besides David, who had never demanded anything from him after saving his life. Simon had always believed he was nothing more than a mere human, not some fabled beast of fortune.He had been taught that every citizen held a duty to their country in times of crisis. So, he decided to form a pact. When a beast of fortune offers protection to their chosen, it sends shockwaves across the land and even underground, resonating with all.Aria, the protectee, looked up in stunned silence.This pact was different—its power wasn't merely personal. It carried the weight of a nation's rise. By initiating the pact, Simon would cast blessings throughout Farshya. In doing so, he would alleviate his burdens, while Ar
The man wearing a robe lowered his arm. He had a sinister look on his face. "Stop the fight. Wait until the beast of fortune leaves before continuing."The Krowonian soldier felt a surge of irritation at the endless stream of superstitious nonsense Morlock Grimalkin was spewing. "We're at war. I'm sure the Farshyans know that the battlefield is everchanging. We can't afford to delay any opportunities.""I understand that. However, the fortune is now on their side. A reckless attack could lead us astray in ways we cannot predict."Morlock turned, revealing a deep scar etched across his brow. His face, sharp and unkind, carried the harshness of his words. High cheekbones jutted like blades, and his piercing eyes glimmered with malice.It was said a person's features could reveal their nature, and Morlock embodied that belief. Yet, Darius favored such individuals. He saw them not as men of principle but as tools, driven by personal gain—tools he could wield to his advantage."What sh
It was one thing if this was the Beast of Fortune's own intention—but what if someone else was manipulating it? Morlock's gaze darkened. He had to find the culprit. The Beast of Fortune should belong to him!Just as Morlock was about to leave, Darius stopped him, "Mr. Grimalkin, some of my cowardly soldiers claimed they keep hearing cries from fortune-tellers. Do you have a way to deal with it?"Morlock sneered. "They're still making a commotion even after death. Take this talisman. My fellow peers sure never knew what was good for them."Darius immediately gestured for his subordinates to take the talisman. Darius was quite cautious around Morlock. He never forgot why Morlock's peers had their guard down. It was all because of Morlock's betrayal. These thoughts never left his mind.Morlock came to Darius during the night. He was exactly what Darius thought Farshyan fortune tellers would look like—eerie and unpleasant.However, Morlock's proposal was too tempting. He said he cou
Landon's sudden appearance wasn't just a coincidence. With Aria's intelligence, she would figure something out soon—he knew that. He hadn't planned on revealing himself like this. But something that belonged to him was here, and the demonic energy in this place… Aria couldn't face it alone.She studied him from head to toe, her hand still in his. His grip was firm, protective."There's a lot of mist ahead," he said quietly. "We'll need to tread carefully."Aria tilted her head. "You speak like you know this place well.""I do," Landon replied with a calm honesty. "I was deathly ill once. My soul wandered into a place just like this. Homer pulled me back."His voice made it sound like a distant memory, and Aria gave a soft laugh, tightening her hold on his hand. "You really are full of surprises. I guess it's true—handsome men are the most dangerous."But Aria's thoughts were racing. Why had he come after her like this, knowing it would reveal parts of himself he'd tried to keep h
Landon was still handling the stragglers behind Aria when he paused, his gaze flicking upward. Cameras were mounted in every corner—too many eyes. Vanishing without a trace wasn't an option.He glanced in Aria's direction, then lowered his head. His lips moved in a whisper, but the sounds were incomprehensible—something rhythmic, otherworldly. It was less like a speech and more like a chant—an exorcism.Meanwhile, Dave descended into the underground, calm and unrushed. That place reeked of foul energy, dense and suffocating. His master had cast a spell over it—one designed to kill anyone who dared to enter, no matter their strength. Dave wasn't afraid. He had more pressing priorities—destroying documents, erasing traces, minimizing damage.His bodyguard stayed close, watching for anyone who might try to stop them.Aria, moving swiftly, reached the lower floor—only to halt. Mist curled along the ground, thickening with every step. The air turned icy. And the corridor behind her…
"Why would there be people outside?" asked Dave. He had been disguising himself as a doctor for years, and that was the first time he looked so anxious. After all, if someone did approach their building, the villagers would have informed them about it. However, they received no news this time.Dave wondered what was going on."Dr. Dave, what should we do now? I think we're surrounded!"He was still in his coat as he slightly clenched his fists. "Let's move out. Bring the girls in the basement with us.""T-They're not in the basement."When Dave heard that, he looked furious. "What do you mean they're not in the basement?""Someone took them away, and I'm guessing it was her fault!" The bodyguard pointed at Aria, who was standing on the highest point, showing off her skills. With swift, lethal kicks and a taser turned weapon, no one dared get close.Whoever touched Aria would die, and no one dared to approach her at all.As for Landon, he still had his mask on as he stood behind
Chaos erupted at the auction. For all their pride and arrogance, the wealthy clients' expressions had twisted into pure panic the moment something went wrong.So, their first reaction was to seek a staff member."The power's unstable!" Dave spoke into the microphone, trying to project calm. "Everyone, stay calm. There's scheduled maintenance in town—it's just affecting the electricity. Nothing's wrong."He genuinely believed that. It was what he'd been told.But Aria knew better. The blackout wasn't random. It was a signal. Sam had tracked down the source of the call. With the exits sealed off, Aria had everything she needed to act.A faint smirk curled on her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed Landon and swiftly took Aliya hostage. Her movements were sharp, practiced, so fast that no one around her even had time to react.Then came the needles.Aria flicked her wrist, sending a series of acupuncture needles flying. The rich guests closest to her froze in place, locked in stu
Tony's accusation stirred a ripple through the room, and it didn't escape Dave's attention. With a subtle flick of his wrist, he signaled to someone nearby.Aria caught the movement. Her fingers tensed, ready to slip free of the rope she had already loosened. But before she could act, she heard a smooth, composed voice glide through the air."I need her to boost my luck," the man said coolly. "I've done my research. She's the ideal bride for someone like me."Dave stopped in his tracks, and it seemed like he was telling someone else to verify what Landon had said."Sir, it checks out," one of the staff murmured after a brief consultation. "Mr. Crow's fate is complicated. The master said only a spiritual match could extend his life. Otherwise, he won't make it past his next birthday."Dave let out a low chuckle, visibly relaxing. "Well then, Mr. Crow, it seems you've come to the right place. Please—carry on, everyone."Aria listened in stunned silence. Landon hadn't lied. His life
Aria couldn't tear her eyes away from Dave.He was still quietly speaking to the man on the screen, their exchange shrouded in secrecy. No one nearby could hear what they were saying—but Aria could guess. It had to be a deal of some sort, something about her. Everything about Dave's posture, the glint in his eyes, told her this wasn't just business. It was personal.She glanced up at the clock again, nerves coiling in her chest. Something was wrong. Sam was taking longer than usual. That wasn't like him.The auction was nearing its close. They couldn't miss the chance to strike. Sasha, glowing with excitement, clapped her hands and declared, "Six million! It looks like no one else is bidding—congratulations to our newest member, Mr. Tiger—""Ten million dollars."The voice sliced clean through the noise, calm, clear, and cold.Everyone turned toward it.A man stood at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a sleek tuxedo dusted with black feathers, his mask intricate and dark.T
Aria had once told Sam to avoid chaos if he could—but she'd also said that when desperation knocked, rules could bend.Now was one of those moments.Sam hesitated only briefly before diving in.He had to know who was behind this. Who kept targeting Aria? Who was pulling the strings in the dark? And once Sam decided on something, there was no turning back.Without Aria by his side, he breached the system, knowing full well the other side had already alerted the police.The firewall he faced wasn't just tough—it was nearly impenetrable. It filtered everything, controlling access with surgical precision. But Sam wasn't interested in the broader network. He narrowed his focus and cut straight to the source, filtering out all the noise to lock onto the actual IP.The auction raged on aboveground. The man behind the screen, confident in his usual routine, remained calm and unaware that the mask he'd worn for years was finally slipping. He'd always stayed out of sight, appearing only
While Aria discreetly signaled to move, the auction hall was buzzing with excitement. Laughter echoed, wine glasses clinked, and the room pulsed with greed.Sasha's voice came through the mic, smooth and cheerful. "While everyone's enjoying themselves, let's welcome our latest arrival of the evening."She glanced at the man beside her—her bodyguard—who immediately stiffened under her gaze.To the crowd, it looked like he was escorting Aria to the stage under control. In truth, Aria's hand was already pressed lightly against his chest, right over a poisoned pressure point. He knew better than to resist—he'd seen what she was capable of.And she'd made her warning crystal clear—if she was exposed or captured, he wouldn't live to see morning.The guests didn't notice a thing. All eyes were on Aria, their expressions hungry. They saw value in her—fresh, young, healthy. To them, she wasn't a person. She was premium merchandise.She was brought to stand beside a young woman who had alr
Eamon and Waymond had just been thrown out of the Chamber of Commerce. Waymond's face was flushed with fury, his eyes red. "Eamon, why didn't you let me speak earlier? Mr. Lincoln was being unreasonable!"Eamon, ever perceptive, shook his head. "Mr. Lincoln's been bribed. He was never going to take our side."Wise and strategic, Eamon had always been top of his class—but now, he was even sharper when it came to reading a room."I'm guessing Aria found something during her investigation that made them nervous," he continued. "Durand couldn't have controlled Lincoln on his own. There's more to it."Waymond frowned, still struggling to piece things together. "But who could bribe Mr. Lincoln? Not even the mayor has that kind of sway. He's—""What if it's someone from the state?" Eamon cut in, eyes flicking back toward the building. "We need to tell Dad. There's no point in staying here, but there is someone we can talk to.""Who?" Waymond asked quickly. "Lucas Murray—the new secr