"F*ck! Haah, haaah, haaaah!"

    "Myne! What happened? Are you all right?"

    Myne, who had been peacefully sleeping at June''s house with her in his arms, his face buried in her chest, suddenly jolted awake, panting and gasping. June, who was almost thrown off the bed, tried to calm him down. After all, under normal circumstances, it should be her having nightmares after everything that happened to her.

    But instead, it was Myne screaming and waking up from sleep like a little boy, which was far from normal.

    "Nothing, I''m fine. It was just a nightmare. Sorry for scaring you and disturbing your sleep dear. You maybe tried, let''s go back to sleep, don''t worry about me," Myne didn''t give June a chance to ask more questions. He hugged her tightly, lay down on the bed and gently started stroking her naked back to make her relax. Within a few minutes, June had fallen asleep again.

    She was already mentally exhausted after being saved by Myne, and the few hours of intense coaxing had left her physically drained as well. It was a miracle she had even woken up because of his scream.@@@@

    Damn it, what kind of attack was that? I can still feel numbness and pain all over my body. That world is insane! How could that damn woman use such a powerful attack in the middle of a city at boardday light? God knows how many innocent people died because of her. I wouldn''t be surprised if her attack razed an entire block from the ground.

    But no matter what, unless I have a child and can use that blood-type magic skill to be reborn after death, I will never travel to that world in my real body. From now on, I''ll only send my clones to gather information. Those worlds are so f*cking dangerous. You can''t even watch some fun from the sidelines, let alone enjoy yourself."

    [ Blood Magic: Life Siphon

    Description: A forbidden ritual from the dark arts. The caster sacrifices a small portion of their life force, around a few months to a year. By etching a sigil with the blood of a willing blood relative onto any part of their body, the caster creates a magical link.

    Even if the caster dies a violent or unexpected death, the sigil will exchange the caster''s death with that of the relative. Within three hours, the caster will be reborn at the site of their death and restored to their prime physical condition.

    Cooldown Time: None. ]

    Sigh... Thankfully, I didn''t try to test my luck and go there blindly seeking revenge, otherwise, all my girls would have been widows before they could even start enjoying their love life. I have to speed up my project with Hanaha...

    "It seems you''re not confined to the cemetery and can go anywhere you want," Myne deduced while wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead, thankfully Maya didn''t remove the crush, otherwise if Mr. Ghost had given him a visit in rage, he would have definitely become meat paste a long ago.

    "By the way, would you mind if I told June about you? If she had known about you earlier, she might not have run away from home to escape the kidnappers and could have sought your help directly."

    This time Mr. Ghost hesitated for a moment. Although Myne couldn''t see his emotions due to his hooded face, the shaking dark aura surrounding him indicated his internal conflict. It was as if he wanted to meet his daughter but feared that if she knew what he had become, she might be terrified, possibly even run away from her house. Then he might never be able to see her again.

    As Myne expected, Mr. Ghost shook his head, and a resounding "No" appeared on the wall. Although he was a powerful being capable of delivering a horrific death to anyone, when it came to his daughter, like most fathers, he became soft as water.

    "Alright, but I think it''s unfair that you''re protecting her but can''t meet her because you''re afraid of scaring her. How about this? I''ll try to gauge how she feels about ghosts and the like, and I''ll work on creating a positive image of the ghost community in her mind. When she''s ready, I''ll bring her to you.

    After all, if she knows about you, she''ll feel more reassured, even if I''m not around temporarily. She can come to you for help instead of wandering around like a headless fly and getting into trouble like this time. What do you think?"

    Hearing Myne''s suggestion, Mr. Ghost pondered for a few seconds before nodding. Clearly, although he was dead, he yearned to see his daughter and spend more time with her, at least until his final wish was fulfilled and he could move on to a new life instead of wandering aimlessly.

    "Good, now last thing: I think it''s time for you to remove this curse from me so I can sleep more peacefully. It''s stressful knowing there''s a time bomb inside your soul that could go off any second." Myne raised his hand, showing the dark circle with an arrow, and smiled at Mr. Ghost. Despite still having Phasmophobia, after getting to know Mr.

    Ghost a little, he no longer saw him as a ghost but more like a father-in-law, even though he still had no idea about Mr. Ghost''s true identity.

    Mr. Ghost didn''t make things difficult for Myne. With a light touch, the dark circle instantly vanished from Myne''s hand, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

    "Now, if you don''t have anything else important, I''m heading back. I really need some sleep—I haven''t had a good rest in days because of June''s situation," Myne said while yawning hard. He had hardly turned around and taken a step when Mr. Ghost appeared in front of him and pointed at the wall.

    Myne looked at the wall in confusion. ''Give June some powerful skills and train her!'' was written there, making his mouth twist as he felt like his image in his father-in-law''s mind wasn''t as positive as he had hoped, other party still think he is some kind of scum who run away after taking advantage of her.

    "How do you even know that I can give skills to others?" Myne, unable to beat his big-boss-like father-in-law, shook his head, thinking he should try to improve his image in the other party''s eyes. But he soon put aside those useless thoughts and asked in confusion. After all, even though he had stolen a skill from MR.

    Ghost before, there''s no way he could be completely sure that he can transfer skills to others. Even Fenrir didn''t believe that such a perverted skill like ''copy and paste'' could exist in this world, let alone a ghost."