Chapter 2

I arrived in front of a luxurious office building—this was the gang's main base.

I effortlessly phased through the walls and took the elevator to the top floor.

Inside the office, Victor Shaw was entangled with a seductive woman.

"Honey, I saw this limited-edition handbag…" the woman purred.

"Serve me well, and I’ll buy you anything," Victor Shaw replied with a lecherous grin.

I felt a wave of nausea. Victor Shaw using material things to force women to sell themselves was disgusting.

This murderer, who had taken my life and indirectly caused my mother's death, was living so freely and happily. This world was truly unfair!

I hesitated no longer. I reached out, channeling all my resentment.

A blade, made of pure vengeful energy, materialized in my palm.

Just as I was about to hurl it at Victor Shaw, a strange male voice called out from behind me, "Stop!"

A searing orb of energy whizzed past, shattering my blade of resentment.

I spun around, seeing a man in a black trench coat standing at the office doorway.

A colorful knitted pouch hung from his waist.

Black with vibrant colors—a truly quirky contrast.

In his hand, he held what looked like a talisman, and his entire being exuded an aura that filled me with dread.

"You, a vengeful spirit, are you truly planning to commit an irreversible crime?" the man asked in a deep voice.

I sensed danger and began to retreat, wanting to escape. But the man simply said, "Thinking of leaving? I’m afraid it won't be that easy."

With that, he pulled a small jade vial from his knitted pouch. A suction force surged towards me.

Before I could react, I was pulled into the vial. Lightning crackled within the vial, and intense pain shot through my entire body.

I couldn't help but scream.

"One last chance," the man said. "Give up your revenge, and I can help you move on. Otherwise, your soul will be completely annihilated."

I wanted to defiantly refuse, but the pain was unbearable. If I remained stubborn, I truly feared my soul would be scattered into oblivion.

"I... I give up…" I managed to say.

The man seemed somewhat surprised. He then released me from the jade vial.

"Since you promised to give up revenge, you must keep your word."

I nodded obediently. He was surprisingly honest, easy to fool, I thought. I felt like I could escape him after all.

"Come with me," the man said, pulling out what looked like a small, plain jug from his bag. "Enter this vessel."

Turns out he wasn't so dumb. He just swapped me to a less delicate container.

Still couldn’t escape easily. While I was still hesitating, the office door suddenly burst open.

Victor Shaw stepped out, a look of disdain on his face, clearly disturbed by our confrontation.

"Who are you? Dressed so weirdly, showing up in the middle of the night—are you trying to steal something?" Victor Shaw couldn't see me, but he could see Kaelen Stone.

Kaelen Stone's expression was cold and stern. Dressed in his black trench coat, with the colorful knitted pouch slung across his body, he held the plain yellowish-white jug he was preparing to put me in.

"I am a Special Agent from the Paranormal Investigations Agency. I'm here tonight to thoroughly investigate your crimes!"

"Paranormal investigation? Don't try to fool me. Get out!" Victor Shaw, of course, didn't believe him.

Kaelen Stone sneered. He pulled an ancient-looking talisman from his trench coat's inner pocket, murmured a few incantations, and flicked his finger.

The talisman flew and stuck to my soul form.

I braced for pain, instinctively closing my eyes, but the anticipated pain never came. Instead, I felt my body suddenly become solid.

In my ghostly state, Victor Shaw couldn't see me. But after Kaelen Stone's talisman hit me, I fully materialized, appearing right in front of Victor Shaw.