An Unusual Life Beginning with Evil Spirits

Volume 1. Let the Game Begin

“I want that husky from his house.”

The man’s figure paused slightly. No one knew what he was thinking, but he let out a long sigh.

“I’ve already sent that dog for quarantine. As long as there’s nothing wrong, it’ll be delivered in a couple of days...”

As the saying goes, no one knows a daughter better than her father.

Perhaps this man had already guessed that his ‘daughter’ would want that dog.

But maybe he never imagined that his daughter was no longer the same ‘daughter’ anymore.

Then again, it saved him a lot of explanation.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”

The man spoke without even turning his head.

From the way he acted, he probably was the kind who loved his daughter but didn’t know how to express it gently.

“There’s nothing else.”

Perhaps it was the nature of this body, but when speaking indifferently, the voice always sounded especially hurtful.

Despite its softness, once it turned cold, it carried a kind of feeling that pushed people away.

Hearing me say that, the man didn’t continue speaking.

He turned around and walked out.

At the door, he seemed to say something to the figure standing guard, and then the two of them went downstairs together.

Listening to the footsteps gradually fade down the hallway, I couldn’t help but examine this hospital room.

Whatever else could be said, at least this was a truly high-end ward — wardrobe, washing machine, bathroom, television, even a computer.

“This girl’s family really is loaded...”

A ward like this surely cost a lot per day.

The room was about a hundred square meters.

“Damn, this hospital room is way bigger than that forty-square-meter rental I used to live in... Just how rich is this family?”

After confirming the room’s condition, I let out a long sigh and couldn’t help but reflect on the gap between rich and poor in our modern society of lavish mansions and wifi-leechers.

Then I pulled my thoughts back and began assessing my current situation.

Although I didn’t know why the girl’s memories had appeared completely intact in my mind, it seemed that the personality currently in control of the body was mine — the one belonging to ‘Zhang Yiwei.’

In other words, the girl’s personality might have already disappeared.

What exactly happened on that bus?

Let me sort it out.

I glanced at the nearby notebook and picked it up.

My left shoulder was dislocated, barely movable.

But my left leg was completely unusable — even the slightest movement made my hair stand on end from the pain.

I grabbed a ballpoint pen and began recalling everything that happened on the bus.

“First... it was that day. The license plate was LC.4444, but that clearly wasn’t a real plate. I think... no normal bus would use that kind of number. In other words... that license plate was probably some kind of hallucination?”

I wrote down the word “hallucination” after the license plate and circled it, then continued taking notes.

“An inexplicable sense of fear... Is that a sixth sense?”

After getting on the bus, everyone else seemed normal.

The girl’s memories were normal too.

According to her, she’d argued with her parents and stormed out without taking her wallet — she only had a few coins on her, so she ran onto a bus.

In her memory, she did feel a slight sense of fear before boarding, but her emotions were so riled up at the time that she ignored it.

Based on the girl’s memory, her intention when getting on the bus was actually to randomly find a man... and give away her first time.

“Heh, what a reckless brat. Just because she had a fight with her dad, she was ready to throw herself away like that?”

But... what I didn’t expect was that as I kept digging into the memory, I found out... that little brat had already set her sights on me as her first target!

What the hell!

So if it hadn’t been for the bus accident, I would’ve lost my virginity already!?

To a middle schooler?

Wait, wait... that’s not the point.

The point is what happened next.

“Next... I saw five people: two high schoolers, a couple of thugs, and a rich guy... This odd combination of five was clearly terrified of something, constantly searching for something. On a normal day, they might just seem weird, but combined with all the bizarre events, these five people... are likely connected to this incident somehow.”

I added the note “connected” next to “The Discordant Five” and kept recalling the events in memory.

What can I say...

I’ve always been a cold person.

Even though I knew I had died, I didn’t really care that much.

At most, I just felt a bit emotional.

I wasn’t afraid of death — even in that moment before dying, though it hurt, I didn’t feel much fear.

That’s just how I am.

Not immune to fear, but I can resist it to a certain degree.

You could say... a certain level of fear isn’t enough to make me feel afraid.

“After I noticed the five, the bus kept moving for a while... Just when I was starting to feel like things were off, the bus was suddenly filled with Dense Fog. I was definitely panicking at the time, but looking back now, I can calmly say — that fog wasn’t something suffocating. In other words, it definitely wasn’t smoke from burning machinery or anything like that.”

As the memory reached this point, it suddenly split into two streams.

Strangely enough, both sets of memories could form simultaneously in my mind, flickering like a revolving lantern before my eyes.

It felt truly amazing!

Although I was just an ordinary person, my IQ was above average.

But even so, I had never reached the level of genuinely multitasking with such precision.

Yet now, I really was doing three things at once — recalling two completely different perspectives and emotional memories, while also continuously jotting down the events at that time.

Up to the previous moment, the memories hadn’t diverged much, differing only in mood and viewpoint.

But the instant before the Dense Fog appeared, the girl’s side of the memory underwent a very strange change.

Her gaze had been fixed on the scenery outside the window.

After all, she got on the bus to vent, and watching the scenery was her way of calming down.

So her gaze never changed — except when it occasionally drifted toward me, because she had chosen me for her first time.

However, at this particular moment, her line of sight suddenly changed bizarrely.

Because... in that instant, the scene outside the bus turned completely black and white. Everything that had once been in color became monochrome, like an old TV image — no color at all.

At the same time... everything outside suddenly froze!

While she was still in shock, the “me” in her memory happened to turn my head and look toward the back of the bus.

Two completely different lines of sight revealed something peculiar at that very moment.

“Time... stopped?”

That’s right — time had indeed stopped.

Everything outside had lost its color and was frozen in that instant.

At the same time, the girl felt a chill under her feet.

She instinctively looked down — and instantly saw... what was that thing??

“What a bizarre image... a twisted... claw?”

I paused the girl’s memory at this moment and carefully examined that eerie claw.

The air around it was distorted like it was being scorched by heat, and the claw itself was entirely black...

No, rather than saying it was black, it was more accurate to say that no light could escape from it — hence, it appeared black.

And right now, that claw was clearly reaching for the girl.

The girl screamed and stood up from her seat.

At the same time, the claw lunged and grabbed her ankle.

Meanwhile, the “me” in her memory had just turned my head to look toward the front of the bus.

Then, “I” froze completely, and my neck began to slowly bend backward.

At that same moment, the claw also stopped.

Until... the instant my neck was fully snapped — the claw suddenly yanked.

Strangely enough, the girl wasn’t pulled away by the claw.

Instead, a translucent mass was dragged out from her body.

“That mass... should be a soul or something, right?”

I paused the memory and looked at “my corpse.”

Still standing there, head twisted back, eyes wide open in death, staring at the screaming passengers inside the bus.

Then, the girl’s soul was yanked out in an instant, her body collapsing limply to the ground.

At the same time, from within “my” dead body, a mass suddenly emerged.

Unlike the girl’s, it was faintly red.

Could the color of the soul be influenced by one’s emotional state at death?

After that, the memories started becoming chaotic.

The girl’s memories remained intact, but “mine” were incredibly fragmented.

Yet in her memory, that red mass formed a distorted human face.

That face... although twisted beyond recognition, still resembled “me.”

In the next second, the girl’s soul let out a terrified scream, and “my” soul bit off more than half of it in one chomp.

At that moment... the twisted face that belonged to “me” revealed a satisfied yet eerie smile, then opened its mouth again and swallowed the rest of the girl’s soul.

That was where the girl’s memory stopped.

It hadn’t completely vanished yet — I could still feel, through the memory, the crushing despair and searing pain she experienced as she was chewed inside “my” gaping mouth.

Then, her memory disappeared.

But “my” own memory, after devouring the girl, became clearer.

The bus was now filled with Dense Fog.

“I”, guided by a strange fragrance, kept searching for dead souls, eating, eating, and eating without end.

And I noticed that Grinning Face too — it seemed to be eating as well.

Then, Grinning Face and “I” began to fight.

I bit off a small piece of it, while it devoured a large part of me.

Afterward, fear arose in “my” heart.

I forcibly tore myself away from Grinning Face’s mouth, leaving behind a portion of my soul, and turned to devour other souls.