and make some food.

Angele played with the black box in his hand as blue light dots flashed in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, he threw the black box into the air.

The box drew an arc in the sky and disappeared.

He applied so much force that the black box was thrown back into the White Mist Town.

"What…are you doing?" A female voice came from behind.

Angele turned around quickly and saw Morrisa looking at him with dried branches in arms. She opened her mouth, yet nothing was coming out of it.

It felt like someone had covered his ears with two thick blankets.

Several seconds later, Angele could finally hear Morrisa’s voice again.

"Master Green? Are you alright? Master Green?" Morrisa was confused as she pointed at Angele’s feet. "Your box is on the ground."

Angele was surprised. He looked down.

The black box was lying on the gra.s.s quietly beside his feet. It almost looked like the box was dropped by Angele accidentally.

The scene sent a hint of chillness to Angele’s heart. He was sure that the box was thrown away.

The first voice he also heard was not from Morrisa. It was a deep and hoa.r.s.e voice, a woman speaking in a shaky tone.

"Nothing, I dropped it by accident." Angele picked the box up.

"Alright, I’ll go prepare the food and the soup." Morrisa nodded, then she turned around and entered the shelter.

‘Zero, show me the record. I want to see what happened to me exactly.’ Angele took a deep breath and ordered.

‘Loading the record…’

Several seconds later, Angele’s eyes were blurred for a second, and the event that had just happened visualized in his sight. The scene started from when he was still playing with the black box.

Angele looked at the image quietly.

He stood in front of the wooden shelter and dropped the black box by accident. It looked like that his body was paralyzed for a second and Morrisa talked to him after picking up the branches around the bushes. They had a short conversation and nothing else happened.

Angele’s expression changed. He could not believe that the record did not show him throwing the black box away.

Zero usually used the reflection of energy waves that were released by Angele to record the things happened around him. It was nearly impossible for the record to be wrong. If Angele’s memory differed from what was recorded by the chip, there would be only one way to explain it.

Something changed his memory and made him think that he threw the box away, but the box was just simply dropped to the ground.

"What the h.e.l.l is going on…This why I hate ghosts…G.o.d." Angele sighed. He tried to open the box, but it was impossible. It was sealed completely, and the lid was fake.

He had been cursed by ghosts multiple times and knew it was nearly impossible to eliminate them completely. Angele was a formal wizard with high attributes and was confident that he could dodge the curse this time.

He returned to the wooden shelter and had some mushroom soup cooked by Morrisa.

Night had befallen them.

The wind was. .h.i.tting the door forcefully. It almost sounded like that there were people crying in a high-pitched tone outside.

Angele sat down by the campfire, trying to contact Stigma using the communication rune.

A sunflower-shaped black rune flashed upon his nail. It was Stigma’s communication rune.

"How’s the situation?" Angele questioned.

"We’re doing good. Reyline checked the whole building and nothing happened. We’re having some food right now," Stigma responded.

"Stay alert. I’m sure the ghost is still around. Remember the black box we talked about in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I threw it away but one second later, the box appeared beside my feet," Angele spoke in a deep tone.

"It returned to your feet?" Stigma sounded surprised. "Come on, don’t try to scare me. It’s not funny."

"I’m not joking…"

Angele stood up and looked at Morrisa. The lady was too tired and had decided to have a nap.

Angele stepped out of the door and continued the conversation.

"I’m sure I threw it away, but…"

Suddenly, a familiar man appeared in his sight.

Short black hair, pale face, black robe, and a black dagger tied to the belt.

It was Stigma.

The man’s face was covered in blood. He ran to the wooden shelter at full speed.

"Run! Green! Run! It’s coming! Oh, G.o.d!" Stigma shouted.

"Hey, Green? What happened?" Stigma’s voice was still being transferred from the communication rune. "Alright. Our mushroom soup is almost done, but it’s bland. We need your spices…"

Angele looked at the man that was still running toward him and listened to the one talking through the rune. His skull numbed.

"What the h.e.l.l? You’re an illusion?"

"Green! Listen! We need to leave now!" Stigma struggled, and he almost fell to the ground.

Angele did not move an inch. He was still trying to figure out which one was the real Stigma.

The message from the communication rune indicated that Stigma was having mushroom soup with Reyline in the building but the one in front of him was covered in fresh blood.

"Are you Stigma? Show me some evidence!" Angele asked in a deep tone and took one step back.

"G.o.d d.a.m.n it! Not this again! The b.a.s.t.a.r.d tricked me and Reyline using the same method." Stigma was having trouble breathing. He quickly activated the communication rune on his nail.

*CHI*

A black twisted snake rune flashed on the back of his nail. It was Angele’s communication rune.

At the same time, the voice from Stigma’s communication rune changed.

"Green? Are you still there? What happened?" The voice was deep and hoa.r.s.e. It sounded like an old lady speaking in a shaky tone.

It was a woman imitating Stigma’s voice.

"d.a.m.n! Which one is real?" Angele’s brow knitted. He stepped back again slowly. Blue light dots flashed in front of his eyes.