Chapter 10: Unlocking the new profession, "Apostle of Khorne."

Calm down, calm down!

Chen Kun kept taking deep breaths, trying his best to maintain his composure. The darkness around him was absolute, not a single glimmer of light in sight. He leaned against the wall, clutching the bone spike at his waist, ready to defend himself.

As long as no arm suddenly reached out from behind to grab him, he thought.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, his heart skipped a beat, and his lips trembled slightly. He didn’t check his watch, but he could guess that his fear level had surely risen again.

Since he could remember,

he had never closed his eyes while washing his hair—even lying down in a barbershop to get his hair washed, he had to keep his eyes open and lock gaze with the hairdresser. He hated the unknown terror in the dark.

Then—

“Shhhhk.”

The sound of the café’s rolling shutter being ripped open echoed sharply, immediately followed by two piercing screams of terror. These screams quickly faded, replaced by the sound of chewing.

Suddenly, a panel floated right before Chen Kun’s eyes.

—

“Main quest for Enlightenment Café player has died. The main quest has reverted to unclaimed status.”

“Quest details: Protect Enlightenment Café from ghostly invasion, and kill a level 1 ghost ‘Ghost Apostle.’”

“Quest reward: Permanent ownership of Enlightenment Café.”

—

As the panel appeared, Chen Kun heard footsteps approaching—“teng, teng, teng”—drawing closer until they stopped right in front of him.

Though he couldn’t see, he could clearly feel that someone was standing before him.

In the next instant—

A bolt of lightning streaked across the stormy sky. In that fleeting flash, Chen Kun clearly saw the ghost standing before him: an old man leaning on a cane, his form withered like decayed wood, but his eye sockets were empty, crawling with maggots.

But there was no time to observe further.

“Damn, you scared the hell out of me again!!!”

With a roar born of fear and rage, Chen Kun’s terror level shot instantly to 100%. His watch began flashing red wildly!

...

“Kun Ge!”

From the darkness, Hei Haoman, who had heard the commotion, dashed anxiously toward Chen Kun. In complete darkness, to help effectively, he first needed to distinguish friend from foe. During that lightning flash, he noticed the ghost was an old man.

He could determine friend or foe just by feeling the skin.

However, just as he placed his hand on an arm and sensed it was Kun Ge’s, his hand was slashed open by a bone spike.

—

“Hiss!”

Recoiling from the sting, he pulled back his right hand sharply. Just as he prepared to charge forward again, a gust of wind hit his face. He stopped and looked down at the wound tearing through his clothes on his abdomen. Taking in a sharp breath, he limped back a few steps, searching for a place to hide temporarily.

Kun Ge’s state was confused, unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Better to hide first...

Rather than risk not dying by a ghost’s hand but by Kun Ge’s.

A full minute passed.

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