1 The Time was Midnigh

It was a spooky Japanese-style two-story cottage.

The dark environment, musky smell of mold, mildew-covered walls and ceiling, and the cracking of the wooden floor planks when they were stepped on…

In such an environment, it would not be surprising for wraiths from movies and novels to come out from nowhere.

"It's roughly around here." Bai Fan stood in the living room and glanced around.

At midnight, everything was quiet. Any sound was particularly prominent, especially in this dark cottage. Any artificial movement was particularly unimaginable.

Kacha

A sound came, as though someone grabbed the handrail at the entrance and peeped at him with a cold stare.

Bai Fan's gaze turned toward the direction of the sound.

Patter patter patter

A little girl in white ran across the entrance.

In fact, it isn't strange for a little girl to run over. Bai Fan thought.

He had been in this lifeless house for some time, and it was high time for someone to greet him.

Bai Fan turned around calmly.

In front of him was a huge, smooth full-body mirror.

Bai Fan saw his expression in the mirror with the weak light emitting from his cell phone.

His reflection was grinning with a pale face back at him.

This extremely normal scene felt acutely strange to Bai Fan.

Very strange…

Because he was not smiling at all.

The corner of his mouth in the reflection reached the base of his neck.

It really reached the base of his neck. The bright, scarlet lips made the strangeness more apparent.

Bai Fan's mouth occupied his entire jaw in his reflection.

Even Bai Fan, who had been calm all this while, could not help but reveal a look of surprise.

Bai Fan slowly lifted the phone in his hand while watching his reflection opening its bloody mouth toward his head…

Click

He gave a victory sign and took a photo with his reflection.

…

Bai Fan put his phone back into his pocket.

He turned his gaze sideways.

The smooth mirror was smashed, its debris everywhere. He had also completely removed the wooden handrail leading to the second floor with his bare hands.

The originator of this strode out of the house without any reflection on his behavior of forced entry into a residence at night.

System. Bai Fan summoned in his heart.

After a while, a cold message came.

'Ghost in the Mirror. Recovered the strange shadow in the house. Two intermediate-stage elementary wraiths. Gained three skill points.'

An extremely concise green panel immediately flashed in front of Bai Fan.

Bai Fan shrugged expressionlessly as he looked at the weird color of this panel. His attention turned to the top of the page.

Name: Bai Fan (Kitagawa Tera)

Comprehensive Physical Stat: 30

Cadaveric Aura: 30/50

Skills: Eight Extremities Fist (Intermediate), Fundamental Use of Cadaveric Aura (Beginner), Jujitsu (Intermediate), Fist Fighting (Advanced)

Traits: You are doomed to attract strange, spiritual phenomena.

Remaining Skill Points: 3

Remaining Items: Talisman (4)

Bai Fan looked down.

Beneath this green data panel was a huge meandering tree.

It was a skill tree with branches as vast as a sea.

Anything and everything that had ever existed or formed in human imagination could be seen on the branches of this skill tree.

Smelting, forging, sewing, construction, stonemasonry…

Japanese ancient swordsmanship, competitive kendo, Western fencing…

Eight Extremities Fist, Five Animals Exercise, Taiji…

At the very top, there was even magic, spiritual power, true essence, advanced creatures, source power, spectral energy, and other high-sounding stuff.

However, Bai Fan knew that these things were unattainable.

Unlocking skills such as spiritual power and true essence required a massive amount of skill points, much less becoming proficient in them.

Bai Fan had nearly died trying to unlock his Cadaveric Aura skill after receiving a mission against an advanced-stage intermediate wraith.

If that wraith was not in its weak phase at that time, Bai Fan might have been smashed into pieces by it.

"It's almost time to go back."

Bai Fan rubbed his hands and breathed out cold air. He wrapped himself with a down jacket and hurried toward his Japanese house.

Just like a typical starting point in a novel, Bai Fan was a transmigrator. He had transmigrated into the body of this Japanese high school student named Kitagawa Tera about half a month ago. He re-experienced life as a high school student in his twenties. Youthful, energetic girls, and colorful love comedies… this should have been the original plot…

However, heaven was obviously playing a joke on Bai Fan, and he had not inherited any memories of the original Kitagawa Tera.

Fortunately, he had transmigrated during winter vacation, so the original was at home. That was why he had not created a comical scene where he asked where his home was.

After several hours of confusion, Bai Fan quickly confirmed his situation with the calm mind of an adult medical student. And he deduced a lot of useful information through his phone and his student ID.

First, the original Kitagawa Tera was a student studying at Kyokuboku Private High School. He could see that the original Kitagawa Tera was not very sociable from the single-digit of contacts on his phone. But this was undoubtedly a good thing for Bai Fan. Having fewer familiar people naturally lessened the exposure of him having none of the original Kitagawa Tera's memories.

Next was the language problem. It seemed as though the Japanese communication ability remained in this body, meaning that Bai Fan did not have to bother with learning a foreign language, which was also gratifying.

Bai Fan… no, it should be Kitagawa Tera now… After Kitagawa Tera sorted everything out, the second major event followed.

System.

Who knew where it came from, and who knew what it was.

As someone from a good family in China, Kitagawa Tera thought it was just his imagination at the beginning

After all, he was a typical Chinese university student in the twenty-first century. Who had not read one or two essays on 'Fate not in heaven's hands but my own'? Therefore, it was normal for psychological suggestions like this to occur.

However, Kitagawa Tera realized that he was wrong when he woke up the next day, totally off the mark.

When he opened his eyes, Kitagawa Tera saw a green face hanging upside down from the ceiling. He ignored it, washed his face, and brushed his teeth with a scarlet liquid coming out from the tap.

While he was eating, black ink-like saliva dripped into his curry rice. He ate it all expressionlessly.

He calmly believed that he was still hallucinating and 'getting used to his surroundings' after transmigrating.

However, Kitagawa Tera vaguely began to feel that this world might be far more bizarre than he imagined after he used the talisman gifted by the system to deal with the 'inverted hanging girl' on the ceiling. His physique improved significantly, and he had also gained 0.5 skill points.

Many people said before that 'truth was stranger than fiction'.

What Kitagawa Tera was facing was reality.

He stood in front of a door. One side was the world he knew. There were no monsters or ghosts, and it was governed by scientific laws such as physics and chemistry.

The other side of the door was a world filled with mystery and terror that made people shudder…

Kitagawa Tera pushed the door open.

He looked calmly at the slender girl with a timid expression standing in front of the door.

The time was midnight.

The door, his home, the wall lamp, and a pitiful girl with a face full of terror…

This was the first time Kitagawa Tera found such exciting gameplay after coming to this world.