Mysterious Awakening

Miles searched the online forum and quickly found an article about the classification of malicious ghosts.

Upon opening it, he found a warning line: Ghosts are categorized by various governments based on the level of harm they pose to the world.

Note: This does not necessarily represent the horror level of the ghost.

C-level: Restrained class.

This involves spirits confined to a certain area, posing a risk to fewer than one hundred people. These can be controlled and contained by ghost tamers and lack the ability to spread.

B-level: Dangerous class.

These are free-roaming spirits, extremely dangerous but harmful to less than ten thousand people. These cannot be contained but can still be controlled by ghost tamers. They possess a certain degree of contagiousness.

A-level: Disaster class.

If left unchecked, these spirits could eliminate an entire city’s population within a certain period. They are extremely terrifying and currently cannot be controlled or contained. They possess significant contagiousness.

S-level: Destruction class.

These spirits have the capability to eradicate the populations of several cities. If not curbed, they could even destroy an entire country.

“The classification of malicious ghosts is based on the harm they pose to humans, not necessarily their level of horror,” Miles mused, getting the gist of the levels.

Regardless of whether they are C or A class spirits, their level of horror might be the same. It’s just that because C-level spirits aren’t as harmful to humans, their class doesn’t increase.

“The so-called levels are just for reference. They don’t really mean much.”

Miles shook his head, not overly concerned about the classifications. These were disaster levels defined by different countries. When encountering a real ghost, death was still the outcome.

What difference does it make if one dies or a hundred die?

Death is death after all.

Miles continued browsing other materials.

Suddenly, a particular ranking list caught his attention.

“Global Vengeful Ghost Rankings.”

“They even came up with a ranking list. These folks are quite idle. Why don’t they make a female ghost ranking list? See which female ghost is more beautiful and sexier. It would be even better if they set up a bikini runway show,” Miles muttered to himself. As he opened it, his heart skipped a beat.

His face turned serious instantly.

Top of the vengeful ghosts rankings: Code name: Ghost Caller.

Characteristics: Certain death follows the sound of a phone ringing, regardless of whether it is answered or not, whether it is heard or not, or whether there is a phone nearby or not. It indiscriminately kills people worldwide. It lacks physical characteristics, is akin to a law of cause and effect strike, and currently has no solution. Thankfully, a single ghost call only kills one person, currently classified as B-level.

Note: A foreign president has already died from Ghost Call.

“That’s possible?” Miles was stunned after reading.

This was unsolvable. As soon as the phone rings, it’s a death sentence. It doesn’t matter whether you have a phone on you or not. Even if you’re deaf and can’t hear, you will still die.

Second on the vengeful ghosts rankings: Code name: Nightmare.

Characteristics: People die in their sleep. The current pattern of killing is unknown, as is its spread. It lacks physical characteristics, kills indiscriminately worldwide, and has a record of killing 351 people at once. It’s currently classified as A-level.

Note: You can avoid Nightmare by not sleeping.

Third on the vengeful ghosts rankings: Code name: Ghoul.

Miles couldn’t help but feel a wave of despair wash over him as he continued to read the list.

Indiscriminate global killing. No defense, no escape, no warning. Death is inevitable once you encounter these spirits, regardless if you’re a billionaire tycoon, a penniless beggar, or even a national president. Everyone is under threat from these spirits.

The people around the world aware of these beings must undoubtedly be living in fear.

“But considering the global population, the chances of encountering these spirits on the list are relatively small. If you do encounter them and get killed, it’s just bad luck,” Miles quickly regained his composure after a brief shock.

“I’ll keep going after using the washroom.” After browsing for an entire hour, Miles got up and left his computer.

“Dad, why are you reading the newspaper in the dark? Be careful not to strain your eyes.” He walked into the living room and saw that the lights were off.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, his face obscured by the newspaper. He was engrossed in the news, oblivious to the darkness around him, and didn’t respond to Miles.

Not minding this, Miles didn’t pry further and returned to his browsing after using the restroom.

He needed to devise a survival strategy to understand what had happened to the world in the shortest time possible. The parchment had said he wouldn’t live past three months.

But he refused to believe there wasn’t a way for ghost tamers to survive.

Jing had mentioned back in school that he knew a way for ghost tamers to avoid death due to the resurgence of malicious ghosts.

But Jing was now dead.

The content on the parchment had also been rewritten, and Miles didn’t know what the method was. But he believed there must be a way to survive.

“I need to prepare for the worst while seeking a way to survive,” he thought.

“Ghosts can affect all matter, but there’s one exception: gold.”

Author: Bruce P.

A research paper appeared before his eyes.

Miles opened it and continued reading. But then a phone next to him rang.

He turned to look. It was Right’s satellite locator phone.

“Hello, who’s this?” Miles answered the call, continuing to read the article.

“You dared to deceive me. You’re not William; you’re Miles. You’re originally from Yang Township in a certain province. You were born on the first of January, and you’re nineteen years old, twenty in lunar years.”

Rain’s teeth-gritting voice came from the phone.

Miles wasn’t surprised; instead, he nonchalantly replied, “So you’ve found out about William? Your efficiency is just average. I thought you’d have discovered this six hours ago. Don’t misunderstand, but how could I trust a stranger’s call from the start? What if it was a phone scam? Giving you fake information was for my own safety.”

“Do you know how much time and effort your lie has cost?”

Rain issued a stern warning, “I can’t stress this enough: don’t repeat this behavior. Our workload is heavy, and we’re already juggling too much. If everyone acted like you, we wouldn’t be able to function.”

“In your point of view, maybe,” Miles retorted, “But remember, I’m not under your organization’s jurisdiction.”

At that moment, a middle-aged man strolled in from the living room, settling onto the bed beside Miles. Without uttering a word, he resumed reading his newspaper.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Miles inquired after noticing the company.

The man remained silent. However, Rain, who was on the phone, asked, “Who are you speaking to? You must keep matters like this under wraps. You shouldn’t involve others unnecessarily; it might stir up needless panic. Let me remind you of the importance of confidentiality.”

“I’m just chatting with my dad, but let’s wrap this up for now. We can continue later. I have things to do.” Miles was ready to disconnect.

“Hold on, hold on!”

Rain’s voice spiked with surprise. “Your dad? What’s going on there? I have your entire record here, detailing everything from your birth to high school. Your dad died in a car accident when you were in fifth grade, and your mom has been your only guardian since.”

“She never remarried, according to these documents.”

“That implies you’ve been living with a single parent since you were in grade school.”

Miles promptly countered with a displeased face, “My dad is right here, sitting next to me and reading a newspaper. What nonsense are you going on about?”

He then glanced towards the man sitting on his bed, still quiet and unmoving. Due to the room’s light being off, with only the computer screen casting a faint glow, he could get a better look at what his ‘dad’ was doing.

“Dad, are you okay?” Miles extended a hand to move the newspaper.

However, his hand halted mid-air as his gaze fell upon a monochrome portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in his room.

“Something’s not right at your end, Miles. You need to evacuate your house immediately!” Rain’s voice, brimming with urgency, echoed through the phone.