Hearing William’s instructions, the ghost’s appearance changed, and the blood on her body instantly cleaned itself off. Being a spirit, regenerating her crushed eyeballs was a simple matter. The blood and her horrifying visage were just tricks to scare people.
“Change out of that red dress too, put on something more plain,” William said nonchalantly, his head buried in the pillow.
The ghost looked at William’s back, contemplating whether this was the moment to strike.
The man before her was undoubtedly powerful, but he seemed unguarded now.
Could she kill him if she attacked at this moment?
“Forget it, forget it!” She looked at William’s neck and remembered the chilling look in his eyes that had made her soul tremble—she was, after all, just a soul.
Reluctantly, she transformed into a plain white robe and began to massage William’s back.
The moment she touched William, she felt her soul growing incredibly stronger, as if she were being charged.
“Just keep going,” William said without even glancing at the ghost, his mind already plotting how to prank Oscar and his crew.
The ghost behind him wasn’t very strong; against an A-tier fighter like Oscar, she’d stand no chance.
So, enhancing her strength was essential.
The ghost pressed her fingers into William’s shoulders a couple of times and felt her soul energy continue to surge.
Even thousands of years of strengthening wouldn’t have achieved such an effect.
The ghost was astounded.
Just what kind of being was this man?
“Don’t stop!” William commanded. “Later, you’ll pretend to be a regular woman entering the Doors of Terror, and then…”
…
In less than ten minutes of massaging William, the ghost had evolved from a common D-Tier Wraith to an S-Tier Wraith.
It’s important to note that ghosts like her have levels too: E-Tier Wraith, D-Tier Wraith, C-Tier Wraith, B-Tier Wraith, A-Tier Wraith, and S-Tier Wraith.
If it’s just a D-Tier Wraith, it struggles to handle D-class superhumans or novice Soulmancers, usually only able to bully ordinary people. But as an S-Tier Wraith, it’s capable of matching up against Demi-God level Soulmancers.
Oscar is merely an A-class superhuman, and the only reason he can hold his own in a fight with a Demi-God level Soulmancer like Walker, evenly splitting the odds, is because he wears the X-Vanguard Armor. Without it, he would be completely dominated by Walker.
Now that the female ghost had ascended to S-Tier Wraith status, her spirit form was nearly solid enough to manifest physically, making her almost invincible within the Doors of Terror.
According to the female ghost, the Doors of Terror were divided into different zones, and in their area, the strongest ghosts were only A-Tier Wraiths.
A-tier psychics like Oscar would encounter A-Tier Wraiths, along with some powerful monsters.
“Come with me!” William said, taking control of the spatial domain within the Doors of Terror and locating Oscar and his group.
Upon entry, individuals were forcibly separated by the system, but of the hundred-plus people Oscar had brought, over thirty had already perished in a short time.
The survivors were regrouping.
Oscar, armed with an alloy spear and clad in X-Vanguard Armor, seemed truly invincible.
“Find that kid named William. I want to kill him myself! Chop off his fingers one by one and feed them to these Wraiths and monsters,” Oscar commanded, surrounded by five robust psychics, slashing their way through.
Until a skeleton soldier, radiating a faint golden glow, suddenly launched a surprise attack from the ground, piercing the chest of a superhuman next to Oscar with one claw. In an instant, that superhuman turned into a mummified corpse, their life force completely drained.
“What is this thing?” Oscar thrust his alloy spear at the golden skeleton, sparking a shower of sparks. The skeleton was sent flying but appeared unharmed.
It burrowed back into the ground, like a hunter lying in wait, ready to strike a deadly blow at any moment.
William, standing in the shadows with the female ghost, witnessed this scene. The skeleton warrior must have been a formidable fighter in life, but still not strong enough to kill Oscar.
“It’s your turn to step in!” William glanced at the female ghost.
With a slight smile, she messed up her clothes and ran out from the darkness, screaming for help in a panic, her demeanor eliciting sympathy.
“Who’s there?” Oscar, fully clad in armor, almost attacked when he saw the female ghost running towards them.
Surviving in a place like this meant Oscar was no fool.
The sudden appearance of a woman made him cautious.
“Help me, I entered the Doors of Terror from Washington, my father is Braden Ramsey!”
Braden Ramsey, the head of the Washington base, was rumored to have SSS-tier strength.
“Braden Ramsey?” Oscar frowned, looking at the woman who had fallen in front of him. He handed a Wraith detector to someone nearby and said, “Try this, check if she’s a Wraith!”
Wraith detectors had become essential for entering the Doors of Terror. Some Wraiths liked to disguise themselves as humans and blend into groups to strike opportunistically. If she was a Wraith, there would usually be some reaction on the detector’s warning lights.
The man activated the Wraith detector and scanned the female ghost’s body, but it triggered no response.
The female ghost, having reached the strength level of an S-
Tier Wraith, was not at all bothered by these ordinary detectors.
“Take her with us, let’s go. That skeleton earlier was a bit tricky to handle, try to avoid direct confrontation, let’s hide for now and wait until tomorrow!”
Meanwhile, William was busy dealing with the skeleton warrior radiating faint golden light.
The skeleton’s eye sockets flickered with eerie blue flames. When William grabbed it, it instinctively tried to struggle but found itself completely immobilized.
William pulled out a small carving knife and began inscribing runes on its bony arm.
Half a minute later, a burst of blue light exploded from the skeleton, illuminating the entire Doors of Terror.
“What is that? Seems like something formidable!” Oscar was terrified, the aura making it hard for them to breathe.
What kind of super-being had been born in the Doors of Terror?
William put away his carving knife, and the ghostly fire in the skeleton’s eye sockets had turned purple.
The strength of a skeleton warrior can be determined by the color of the ghostly fire in its eye sockets, ranging from white, yellow, green, blue, red, purple, to black, in ascending order of power.
With a few slashes from William, the skeleton warrior was upgraded to one that emitted purple ghostly fire from its eye sockets. All around the Doors of Terror, the skeletons made a crackling sound, as if welcoming this newly ascended king.
William examined the skeleton in front of him and mused, “Its potential is still lacking. If it were made from the remains of high-ranking god-kings, the flames in its eye sockets would have turned black immediately.” At this thought, the image of the archangel Amenadiel flashed through William’s mind.
Well, wait and see. If the opportunity arises, it might be worth experimenting.
“Just follow that group we saw earlier, and don’t kill them. Stay about 30 feet away. If they stop, attack them briefly and then hide again,” William instructed. He knew what true terror was.
Terror is not simply death,it’s the eve of death. It’s death inching closer and closer, yet never quite arriving…