Chapter 695 - "Scaring Away A Spirit"

Since the middle-aged spirit wasn't that threatening, the young spirits discussed among themselves as they followed the spirit to the mansion. 

They decided on who should take the role of 'scaring away' this middle-aged spirit. 

After a brief discussion, the slightly older young man was chosen for this 'sacred' mission. 

The young man was just like your ordinary youth in his mid-twenties, but maybe because this is another world, his face is definitely more handsome than average youths. 

Or maybe because most ability users had certain kinds of beauty thanks to them awakening their first ability. 

Maybe that's why Ainsley also became super cute when she unknowingly obtained the charm ability? 

Could be! 

Her current appearance should be even more cute than when she first saw herself. 

The older young man nodded at his two friends and immediately flew fast to chase after the middle-aged spirit. 

Since he's stronger than the other spirit, he managed to outdo the spirit, and in a mere second, the young spirit had blocked the middle-aged spirit. 

The middle-aged spirit was silently going to enter the mansion through the wall when he saw a spirit suddenly blocking his way– 

He suddenly halted his movement and looked at the young spirit with a frown on his face. 

[Who are you? How impudent. Do you know it's rude to block an older spirit's path like that?] 

The middle-aged spirit saw that the one blocking him is way younger. He thought that the spirit must be young in spirit age too. 

That spirit must be a newbie. Maybe just a genius from somewhere who died and didn't want to accept their death, inwardly turning into a newbie spirit. 

Alas, as a fairly new spirit himself, the middle-aged spirit didn't know how to measure a spirit's age based on their body's density and not their appearance. 

Currently, the young spirit did look somewhat translucent, but it's all because the young spirit wished to do that. 

If not, he would be pretty dense, unlike low-level ghost-like spirits. Of course, he still couldn't materialise himself just like the Godfather…

That's too hard. 

However, it doesn't mean that he's weak, okay? Treated like a newbie by an actual newbie suddenly left a bitter taste. 

The young spirit looked at the middle-aged spirit who looked like your usual low-level spirit and had the urge to laugh. 

Yoooo. This old man is really– bah! Ignorant! 

The young spirit snorted and slowly revealed his aura and exerted pressure on the middle-aged spirit. 

[Heh, old man. Who is younger here? I think it's you, okay? You've been a spirit less than twenty years– or even if it's already twenty years, you're still weak!] 

The pressure coming onto the middle-aged man slowly increased, from feeling like a small box pressing his shoulder to finally feeling as if a car had just crushed his body. 

BANG! 

The middle-aged spirit was so shocked and hadn't even understood what was going on when he automatically kneeled in the air. 

His back was drenched in sweat, and if he's not a spirit with a ghost-like body, his back would have been soaked wet. 

[Y-you– you– ] the middle-aged spirit looked at the young spirit in horror.

He didn't expect this spirit to be a high-level spirit despite looking younger! 

Even after twenty years, he couldn't gather a lot of spiritual energy to condense his ghostly body, forcing him to remain as a low-level spirit. 

Not to mention that when he first became a spirit, he was indeed not remarkable. 

Other spirits were once a remarkable being in history, and they would at least become a mid-level or high-level spirit. 

Only someone like him, who had gained a certain amount of reputation and prestige but wasn't that influential or powerful enough, became a low-level spirit. 

He was a leader of a small rebel army that rebelled against a low-ranking mafia. In the past, the mafia was slaving away the people in his village, sacrificing many lives for wealth. 

He was the one who overthrew the low-ranking mafia family. 

This led to him gaining a fixed amount of popularity and reverence from the people in his village and other villages under the low-ranking mafia family's influence. 

But that's it, ah. Right after the battle, he died, becoming a martyr, a hero who saved the small region. 

Alas, he didn't want to die just like that. He had just tasted the taste of power, the taste of people's reverence and gratitude…

He was about to be the leader of the small region, becoming the new mafia boss. Of course, he wouldn't be a mafia. He would be a good force…

But he died and his vice commander became the new leader. How could he be willing to die just like that? 

In the end, he became a spirit and was bound to that small region until a shaman from that region saw him and made a contract with him. 

That's when he could finally go anywhere, free from the shackles. 

He was shackled for fifteen years and it has only been five years ever since he became a contracted spirit. 

It's no wonder he didn't know much about the spirit society, their hierarchy, or whatever. 

Now...he regretted opposing the young spirit in front of him. 

He had heard that the Sloan Family Head contracted the Godfather spirit, so he thought he should only be careful of the Godfather. 

He didn't think there's another  powerful spirit here, ah! 

That family head who's rumoured to be a toddler...seems to be more talented than his ordinary contracted shaman. 

The middle-aged spirit had tears in his eyes as he bowed to the young spirit. 

[I-I am sorry for my impudence, young master. B-but...w-why did you block my path…] 

Yes, why, ah? 

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