Death Cultist
"So amazing..."
Han Su carefully studied the photo of the female student who had hanged herself, then compared it with the person sitting beside him. "Because of her fanatical faith, even after dying, she could remain in the real world and become a Ghost Cultist devoted solely to preaching for God?"
It turned out he hadn't been completely free of encounters with the uncanny before. Not only had he encountered it, he'd even come into close contact with it. But back then, everything had seemed perfectly normal—so normal that he hadn't even remembered it afterward.
Then why could he finally see her true nature now that he'd encountered her again?
Was it because he'd mastered proper Spiritual Penetration and his Mental Power had come alive, or because the monster was currently transforming and hadn't had time to keep an eye on him?
As he spoke, he picked up the Briefcase at his feet. With a click, he opened it and grabbed the stun baton.
Then he squeezed the trigger and jabbed it straight into the long-haired female student.
With a crackle, she was flung away. Her entire body flickered twice, as if the voltage were unstable. Yet she didn't fall to the ground. Her bones snapped and crackled as she slowly straightened in midair.
Her feet never touched the ground. She hung in the air, her head lolling to one side, her expression bewildered, twisted, cold, and strange.
Her figure quickly retreated, then slowly sank through the air until it perfectly overlapped with the girl in the photograph.
"So this is a Ghost Cultist?"
Han Su stood up with the stun baton in hand, studying her carefully. For a moment, a strange feeling swept over him:
An uncanny thing polluted by Mysterious Power seeping out of history...
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