My Life Anthem Covers the Globe

What kind of experience is it when you live on a dozen floors, and there's a gigantic shadow slowly walking past your window?

That's right.

Three days have passed, and most of the remaining residents of the Thirteenth District have experienced this kind of terror.

Ghostly shadows loom.

Like being in Hell.

Although it didn't pose any threat to their lives, the visual impact alone was enough to break one's spirit. In fact, some couldn't endure this torment and, regardless of having Transcendents to escort them or not, drove off the Thirteenth District as if fleeing a disaster, hoping to catch up with the previous convoy.

Perhaps they'd encounter a Fierce Beast, but at least those are tangible things and within the realm of understanding.

What are those ghostly shadows in the Thirteenth District!?

The unknown terror seems even more frightening.

"Mom, is it snowing outside?"

In a high-rise somewhere, a boy about eight or nine years old extended his hand, as if trying to catch something.

His mother heard him and rushed over, seeing her son had somehow opened the window slightly. She immediately ran to him, shouting, "Are you insane! Didn't I tell you not to open the window? Aren't you afraid of being grabbed and eaten by the ghostly shadows outside!?"

Upon hearing about the ghostly shadows, the boy instinctively shrank his neck but then seemed to remember something and said bravely, "What's so scary about that? Xiaojiang from my class said those ghostly shadows are just projections from another world. They're all fake. He said he even went out and touched them."

Touched... touched them!?

The boy's mother shivered inside and scolded, "Close the window and hand over your phone!"

She knew well that many kids at this age are fearless of anything. Without taking some mandatory measures, they might actually endanger themselves.

"But I haven't gone out in three days..."

"In a few days, you'll be able to go out, into the Wilderness, and see the Fierce Beasts!"

"..."

In this world, even the smallest children know what the Wilderness means, so his face turned bitter, reluctantly withdrawing his outstretched hand.

The boy's mother stared at what was in her son's hand, quickly stepping forward to glance outside the window, and her face changed dramatically.

That's not snow!

It's clearly paper ash everywhere!

"Quick, go wash your hands!" the boy's mother said in horror, grabbing her son's hand, shaking off the strand of paper ash towards the window, and swiftly drawing the curtains, afraid of contaminating something ominous.

In an instant.

The whole city fell back into panic.

However, there were still quite a few people with nerves of steel.

A group of people, carrying filming equipment, hurriedly drove through the midst of the falling paper ash.

"Damn, this city is getting weirder and weirder. Last time, not drawing a lot for the first batch of evacuations was really the unluckiest!" someone couldn't help but complain.

"We've had some bad luck, but this is also an opportunity. Look at the others, empty-handed, not knowing what they've left behind, fleeing a thousand miles away to resettle. Who knows how tough the future will be for them. As for us, although we drew for the second batch, we have more opportunities to film these bizarre phenomena."

"Who knows, we might even sell it for a high price," one of the Blond Man comforted nonchalantly.

The distance between each city district is too far, spanning an endless Wilderness; even the internet can't be set up between them.

Therefore.

He believes that the data on the Thirteenth District's anomalies is of great value.

Opportunities are reserved for the prepared. Compared to others who fled in a hurry, he is the prepared one.

"By the way, how far is that graveyard you mentioned?"

"Not far, it's right up ahead. People say that graveyard is very strange, appearing and disappearing unpredictably."

"Heh, that's just perfect, the stranger, the more valuable!"

They rushed towards the eerie graveyard because someone had glimpsed inscriptions on the tombstones there.

This piqued their interest.

Inscriptions.

Are meant to record information.

The human world knows very little about information from the Otherworld.

If they actually managed to film it, their later years would be secured.

It's known that Transcendents regard the life habits and attack methods of each type of Fierce Beast as precious data. The value of such Otherworld inscriptions could be immeasurable.

Soon.

This group, based on locations provided by others, arrived at a secluded spot in the suburbs.

The place was desolate, with no vegetation, so there was nothing to obstruct their vision. Looking around, they found no graveyard.

But they didn't get overly anxious.

They set up their filming equipment, capturing the surroundings.

Patiently waiting for the graveyard to appear.

Time ticked by, and paper ash drifted down. The world was silent.

It seemed as though only the low hum of the car engine filled the world, arousing a sudden irritation within them.

"Where's the promised graveyard?"

"We've been waiting for over an hour now, and haven't even seen a ghostly shadow!"

"Damn, could we have been tricked?"

"Let's wait a bit longer. If the graveyard still doesn't appear, let's drag that informant here and build a new grave for him. At a time like this, anyone daring to dupe me hasn't died before!" The Blond Man's gaze turned icy cold, brimming with murderous intent.

Initially, this group used cursing and swearing to fend off their inner irritation.

But gradually, they became listless, drowsy, as if falling asleep.

In a daze, they again felt an inexplicable heat, as if they were in a desert.

"Uh..."

In a daze, the Blond Man's mouth was parched, suddenly snapping awake.

Opening his eyes, he saw a row of graves!

"It appeared!"

The Blond Man hurriedly shook his companions awake, "Stop sleeping, the graveyard appeared!"

The others, awakened to this sight, couldn't help but marvel.

This Otherworld...

Does it also practice human burial customs?

However, the proportions of these grave mounds were surprisingly similar to human ones.

Before they could ponder further, the Blond Man opened the car door, urging everyone to film.

When everyone approached.

They vaguely sensed the sensation of being watched, causing their hairs to stand on end.

"Oh my goodness, can it really be this ominous?" some murmured while filming.

"What's there to be afraid of? We've filmed those moving ghostly shadows up close. How can you be afraid of these immovable things?" The Blond Man scoffed, squatting in front of a tombstone, carefully deciphering the inscriptions.

From the handwriting, it seemed human...

Only, it seemed shrouded by a layer of dust.

Even though he knew deep down that it was just a projection, he was compelled to reach out and wipe it.

The next moment.

The cold sensation from the fingertip made him turn pale with fright.

Yet, before he could utter a sound, his throat seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand.

Subsequently.

His whole body erupted in flames, and in a mere second or two, he was reduced to charcoal, as countless ashes danced in the wind.

The other onlookers, witnessing this scene, showed extreme terror in their eyes, yelling as if they've seen a ghost, bolting away.

Among them, a few who ran slower also spontaneously combusted.

Only two managed to scramble back into the car, frantically starting it, fleeing maniacally.

And behind them, that eerie graveyard.

Suddenly, disappeared once more.

Even the charred bodies on the ground vanished.