First floor.

[Ding! Blood Doll's attitude toward you has reached extreme terror. You gained 100 experience.]

[Ding! Burned Ghost's attitude toward you has reached psychological trauma level. You gained 150 experience.]

[Ding! Long Hair Ghost's personality trait [Timidity] has been successfully changed by you to [Autism]. You gained 200 experience.]

And so on.

[Ding! Your reputation in Wandering Souls Alley has increased by 30!]

Lynn: "???"

Holding the chainsaw, he turned around in confusion, looking around.

This doesn't feel right.

He had only sawed through some puppets, so why did he suddenly gain so much experience? And what's with those familiar names?

Were they all in this room?

Lynn swiftly scanned left and right, carefully searching through the room with chainsaw in hand, but found nothing else.

"How strange."

Lynn shrugged blankly, then proceeded to clean up the scene.

He nonchalantly sat back in the chair, even pulling out a small bottle of aged liquor from his coat, pouring it into a wine glass, and closing his eyes to savor it.

......

In the Regional Channel.

The dark creatures finally managed to blink and slowly come back to their senses from the terrifying scene they had just witnessed.

"I think this guy must have been trained for this! And judging by his sawing technique just now, this is absolutely the result of long-term exposure and influence from being around that perverted teacher of his!"

"This guy doesn't get scared at all!"

"Exactly! I don't think making this guy break down will be an easy task!"

Blood-Robed Evil Spirit narrowed her eyes and said:

"So what? No matter what, he's still just a weak human. If he's not afraid of physical monsters, then I refuse to believe he can equally resist elusive evil spirits!"

Whoosh—

She forcefully pulled another dangling tentacle beside her.

In the scene, Lynn, who had been closing his eyes savoring wine, suddenly felt a chilling wind brush past his ear, making him instinctively shiver.

The flames of the two candlesticks on the table also suddenly began flickering wildly.

Lynn paused.

Put down his wine glass.

Turned to look around the dim surroundings, puzzled:

"What kind of trick is this now?"

For some reason, the atmosphere around him seemed to have suddenly turned cold and gloomy.

And just at that moment.

Suddenly.

Lynn's peripheral vision caught movement—the eyes of the portrait in an oil painting hanging on the wall seemed to have moved.

Lynn quickly turned to look in that direction.

Crossing his arms, he strode over to beneath that oil painting on the wall, looked up, and examined the golden-haired, blue-eyed human nobleman depicted in the painting.

"So why is there a human-world oil painting here?"

Lynn wondered aloud as he observed.

Only he didn't notice.

In the darkness behind him.

Something was approaching him step by step.

The candle flames flickered wildly.

And just at that moment, slowly, Lynn suddenly felt a cold sensation on his shoulder, as if something had pressed down on it.

Lynn almost instinctively turned his head to look at his shoulder.

Instantly.

Four eyes met.

A female ghost's face—deathly pale, rotting, with blood flowing from all seven orifices—was staring directly at him from zero distance.

"......"

"......"

The air fell into an extremely eerie silence.

In the Regional Channel.

One dark creature after another watching the scene held their breath, eyes wide, nervously observing this moment.

"Indeed, these ethereal spirits are the most terrifying!"

"If it were me turning around to see that, I'd probably be scared enough to wet my pants."

"This human's mental fortitude couldn't possibly be strong enough to not fear even this kind of sudden shock, could it?!"

Everyone watched the scene with bated breath.

In the scene.

A brief few seconds of silence.

Then they suddenly saw Lynn give a flirtatious wink at the female ghost's face on his shoulder.

Everyone: "(꒪Д꒪)ノ？？"

The ghost face also seemed to pause.

Because it could clearly sense that this human showed absolutely no fear at its appearance.

Lynn closed his eyes, exhaled, and sighed:

"Don't waste your energy. Are you also one of the extras that lady brought in to mess with me? Tell her to stop with all these flashy tricks. Since I'm here as a guest, you people treating a guest like this really puts me in a difficult position." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveIꜰire.net

The ghost face paused for a moment.

Then instantly widened its eyes, opened its mouth several meters wide, and let out a terrifying howl toward Lynn.

Slap—

Lynn delivered a crisp backhand slap across the ghost face's cheek.

Everyone: "!!!!"

The ghost face's mouth instantly returned to normal from the sudden slap, its expression completely dumbfounded.

Lynn shook his hand and said with closed eyes:

"What's with opening your mouth so wide? Want to die?!"

Regional Channel.

"Wait! Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Wasn't that an ethereal spirit? Why could he slap it so crisply?! (ΩДΩ)!"

"Can he actually touch ghosts?!"

"There's a problem! There's definitely a problem!"

In the scene.

After slapping the ghost face back to its original form, Lynn amiably reached out, grabbed the dumbfounded ghost face by the hair, turned around, and immediately spotted a headless, semi-transparent body several meters away behind him.

Lynn kindly placed her head back onto that transparent body.

Click click—

Fixed it in place.

"Don't go flying your head around, and don't randomly scare people. Wouldn't it be better to be a quiet girl? Why bother learning to scare people from others?"

Lynn gently helped smooth the beautiful hair on her rotting cheek.

The ghost stared at him dumbfounded and finally couldn't help asking:

"How can you touch me?"

Lynn immediately smiled cheerfully and pulled out an empty potion bottle from his coat, saying:

"I'm a potion master, you know. I deal with evil spirits all the time. If you don't regularly drink potions that let you touch evil spirits, how are you supposed to perform surgery on people?"

The ghost: "(꒪Д꒪)......"

Lynn charmingly took her hand and said with a gentlemanly smile: "Miss, what's your name? May I get to know you?"

This suddenly charming, pickup-line-like question instantly plunged the entire Regional Channel into silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at this scene in the footage.

They couldn't help feeling that things were slowly developing in a strange direction.

Something's wrong!

Really something's wrong!

In the scene, the female ghost was instantly thrown into confusion, then she immediately remembered her mistress's instructions and frantically pulled her face, trying hard to create a terrifying scene.

Instantly.

Her entire face split open right down the middle.

Plop plop—

Both eyeballs fell out of their sockets and dropped to the ground.

"......"

"......"

A brief silence.

Lynn showed no reaction whatsoever.

The female ghost remained stiffly holding that terrifying pose.

An extremely awkward atmosphere spread shamelessly throughout the surroundings.

"You're not scared?" she finally asked dumbfoundedly.

This feeling was like a comedian desperately telling various jokes to amuse the audience, but the audience just sat there with deadpan expressions, completely unwilling to play along.

It was really quite awkward.

Lynn coughed, patted her shoulder, and said: "This method of scaring people—your lady already tried it on me. Although I'd really like to play along with you... I feel like this won't make you feel better..."

Ghost: "(꒪Д꒪)......"

Lynn thoughtfully helped pick up her eyeballs from the ground and pressed them back into their sockets.