The So-Called Journey Through the Future

The red-hot scimitar steamed with heat, making even the scorched air sizzle. Yet Cavis did not have the slightest courage to touch the weapon that had helped him pass judgment on countless cultists.

What lay before him was beyond imagination, especially Li Ziran's reprimand. Every word, every sentence the other man had spoken surfaced in his mind.

Resurrection Spell!

This was his weak spot, and even more so, his pain. The spell that had made him a top-tier paladin had vanished without rhyme or reason, only to appear bizarrely on this filthy human.

He could not refute it.

The other man was right. This person was neither a devout missionary nor someone who had painstakingly studied a spell for decades, yet he had obtained a spell essential to a paladin.

"Ghostling!" After a long silence, Cavis forcibly squeezed out two words. "A Ghostling has set its sights on you."

"Ghostling? You mean Bowente is a Ghostling?" Li Ziran hurriedly asked. "What is that thing?"

"A group of failures who never set foot in the Title Realm. Just as that Ghostling told you, the Title Realm is the beginning of a soul's transformation, the first step beyond ordinary living beings. Yet they stopped there. Unwilling to accept it, they sought another chance. These Ghostlings have only one purpose: to find their favorite hosts, then seize their bodies at the instant those hosts break through. You are lucky. With a Ghostling's help, you are destined to become a Title Realm powerhouse. But you are also unfortunate. You have already made a deal with it, and you are raising a body for it."

"A deal?" Li Ziran asked. "Impossible. I didn't."

"Heh heh, how could a Ghostling put a Soul Replacement deal down on paper? Many things need disguising. Completing a soul exchange