'She looks like that ghosts that crawl out of the TV,' Reign thought, recalling a classic horror movie from his old world.
It was so famous that, even after hundreds of years, it was still being talked about on the internet.
He had never watched the movie; he just saw a post about it when he was using his mother's phone.
His memory was sharp, so it was easy for him to recall everything he saw, even if it was just for a split second.
'I'll keep observing first,'he mused inwardly, watching to see what the ghost would do.
Suddenly, she began to sing a lullaby, her voice echoing through the dimly lit room.
The melody was haunting, each note filled with a chilling sense of longing and sorrow.
"Sleep, my child, don't you cry, mother is here, so close your eyes. "
"Rest now, my child, justice near, In your body, they'll know fear."
Her voice trailed off, leaving an eerie silence in its wake, the chilling promise of vengeance lingering in the air.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
Reign's clap echoed in the room, cutting through the ghost's haunting lullaby.
While she was engrossed in her eerie song, he had silently slipped out of the egg, his movements as stealthy as a shadow.
The ghostly woman suddenly turned her head toward Reign, her expression a twisted mix of shock, anger, and sadness.
Her eyes burned with an intense fury, and her mouth twisted into a grimace that could make a grown man shit himself in fear.
But, to Reign, with his skull-like face and dark aura, her creepy face was like a joke.
He remained unfazed, his cold dark gaze meeting hers casually .
"A demon, corrupted, an angel, and now a ghost? Did I just reincarnate in a fantasy world instead of a science fiction one ?" Reign asked with a sarcastic smile.
If not for the advanced technology of this world, he would be searching for elves and dragons inside a dungeon at this rate.
"Who are you?" The ghostly woman's voice was dry and unsettling.
"What happened to your voice? I was enjoying your singing, you know?" Reign asked in a sarcastic manner, attempting to act tough to make the ghost afraid of him.
When two monsters met, the scarier one would have the advantage.
'A weeping ghost?' he mused, furrowing his brows.
It wasn't a term he had come across in the system's categories before. Maybe she had given herself that name.
"Tell me more, what's your ability and how did you get here?" Reign asked again.
Encountering demons was rare for him, so he was eager to learn more about her abilities and origins.
The woman was stunned.
She had initially assumed Reign to be an aggressive demon, judging by his appearance.
But now, witnessing his demeanor and willingness to engage in conversation, she realized there was more to him than she had first thought.
Little did she knew, Reign's interest in talking to her was just to satisfy his curiosity.
'Maybe I could reason with him?'
The thought raced through the woman's mind. It was her best chance at survival.
If she could somehow convince him of her usefulness, maybe he wouldn't kill her outright .
"My name is Aiku," she said softly, bowing her head on the floor in a gesture of surrender.
It was clear that she had accepted his authority and was willing to cooperate.
"I was killed and sacrificed for a ritual years ago. That pendant you see was the one holding my soul. However, the people responsible for my death were killed when our city was destroyed by the corrupted." she explained, her words carrying the memory of her past.
"So you turned into a ghost ?" Reign asked .
"Yes," She nodded.
'Aiku...'Reign repeated softly, his mind racing.
It was a rare name in this world but rather common from his past, particularly in the Far Eastern Continent.
'She also looks the part' Reign added, noticing that Aiku's characteristics resembled them .
She had black, long hair, dark, small eyes, pale skin, and a thin body. Her mannerisms, such as bowing her head and speaking formally, were also spot-on.
'Well, this world has katanas, so it means that they also have that race here,' Reign concluded, connecting the dots.
His realization provided him with some insight into where those hunters might have acquired their breathing technique.
Everything was starting to make sense now.
If she belonged to a race close to what he remembered, then creating a breathing technique and mastering movements akin to a samurai's was entirely plausible.