Let me put it simply, Ethan Zhang. I call it a simulated flesh body. I’m not entirely sure why such a thing exists, but to put it bluntly, your body can be molded and shaped like clay—rounded or flattened as you wish.
I looked at The Engineer in confusion as he slapped the arm of my Spectral Juggernaut, then burst out laughing.
After my corpse was returned to my cousin, Master Sun Tian and the others, The Engineer began to study it and discovered something strange. Based on his supernatural observations, my body—both inside and out—should have been damaged after the battle and needed repairs with new flesh.
What’s strange is this: aside from the weapons The Engineer installed on my corpse, the Golden Soulstone embedded within, and the metal pieces attached to the body—all of which were damaged to varying degrees—the original flesh and bones looked brand new, without any need for repair.
To make sure my corpse could be repaired with new flesh after battle damage, The Engineer and Dr. Hawthorne developed synthetic flesh as a substitute, but it turned out I didn’t need those replacements at all.
Your body has a built-in recovery mechanism. The only explanation I can think of is that it’s related to your instincts.
I responded with an 'oh,' still deeply confused by The Engineer’s explanation.
So, during my research, I found your corpse could take on all sorts of forms. Every part I inserted—high-grade metal, Golden Soulstone, everything—was carefully fitted, added bit by bit, until your body was packed full. If I could, I’d add even more.
What’s up with that Deathbane Aura?
I asked. I’d never seen such Deathbane Aura before—it had no murderous intent, yet it was sharp enough to cut through anything.
It’s like a laser, you know? People used to call it a death beam. It’s been around since ancient times—I’ve even seen it myself. It’s actually the result of the interaction between light and matter. The machine I developed converts Deathbane Aura into a laser. Even if the aura isn’t very strong, it can still be incredibly lethal. But to make this work, I spent centuries researching it—always had the idea, but never thought I’d see it realized in your body. Amazing. There’s still so much I want to achieve…
The Engineer sighed, his gaze drifting over me. I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
By the way, Ethan, when you get a chance, let me do a little surgery on your Ghost Soul.
Seeing The Engineer’s excited grin, I immediately refused.
Actually, this was John Chou’s idea. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone all out with the modifications. He once said that as long as it could make you stronger, he didn’t care if your body became a monster. He wanted us to try every possibility to rebuild your flesh. He also instructed Zane Zhuang to help with testing when needed. But for now, your body can’t withstand Zane’s attacks, so the plan is on hold. We’ll continue adjusting after your Spectral Juggernaut sees some combat.
I let out a long breath, and The Engineer gave an awkward smile.
Alright, Ethan, I’ll give you some time alone.
With that, The Engineer left. I sat on the ground, staring at my corpse. Four eyes met—my Spectral Juggernaut showed no emotion, just a machine built for battle.
Maybe, long ago, John Chou was already helping me grow, laying the groundwork. If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead by now.
Hey, Ethan Zhang, your corpse has turned into something weird.
A boisterous voice sounded behind me—it was the Eastern Emperor. I ignored him as he floated over, all cheerful and eager.
I need your help with something, and I’m afraid only you have the ability to do it.
I responded with an 'oh,' glancing at the Eastern Emperor. I immediately knew—it was about Rufina Howard.
That girl must return to inherit her Soul Core, and only someone with your coexistence instinct can help her find it. I hope you’ll set out as soon as possible.
I didn’t hesitate and nodded. Ever since I arrived and saw Rufina Howard, she’d changed—no longer chatty, with much on her mind, all written on her face.
Redmond has always opposed Rufina Howard leaving, so the two have been at odds lately. Only you can persuade Redmond—please, Ethan.
I understand. Don’t worry.
The initialization process lasted a full five days before it finally ended.
With a creak, the coffin lid closed. Shadow strained as he hoisted the coffin onto his back.
Honestly, this thing is still pretty heavy. Sigh.
Thanks for your hard work, Shadow.
My top priority now was to hear Hugh Thompson talk about the Four Sacred Realm. I found him outside the Hall of Malice, in a nearby building.
I noticed that everyone from the old apartment block had moved here.
Ethan, big brother!
Snowy called out sweetly as soon as she saw me. The other female ghosts were there too, and I felt a surge of emotion. At that moment, Samantha Simons spoke up.
There’ll be plenty of time to catch up later, Ethan. For now, take care of your business.
I entered the elevator, and Samantha Simons followed me in.
Only then did I realize—after my Ghost Domain awakened, the apartment block vanished instantly and the area turned into wasteland. With nowhere to go, everyone was moved to the Hall of Malice by Redmond, who sent Nameless to help.
In a room on the 17th floor, I found Lan Yin and Hugh Thompson. They were sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, waiting for me. I walked over and sat down.
Go ahead, Thompson.
The other part of Rachel Lan is indeed in the Four Sacred Realm—and it’s already been assimilated. Meeting her again will be difficult, but not impossible. The Four Sacred Realm welcomes you and hopes you’ll enter soon. But there’s a problem.
Hugh Thompson adjusted his glasses. Lan Yin raised a hand, releasing a streak of crimson flame. Instantly, I felt a wave of discomfort.
Ghosts cannot enter the Four Sacred Realm.
That’s the big problem, Ethan. If you go in, the Four Guardians’ power might destroy you instantly.
Judging by Hugh Thompson’s expression, though, they seemed to have a solution.
That’s thanks to Deathcurse.
Where’s Black Moon?
Speaking of the Blackfang crew, I asked. I’d been back for days now, but Black Moon was the only one I hadn’t seen.
He’s been locked up. If he can’t prove his innocence, Redmond said he won’t be allowed to leave the Hall of Malice.
I forced a bitter smile and shook my head.