My magic panel is too numerical.

Pharos looked at the massive, gathering fog in the distance and felt a pang of unease.

He speculated that the giant had two abilities.

First, by eating someone's face, you can disguise yourself as that person.

Secondly, the spirits of the dead reside within the giants' bodies, and the giants have the means to transform these spirits into vengeful spirits.

These mists were not water vapor, but vengeful spirits formed from individual "spirits". So Pharos suddenly remembered that... in the past two days, there had been no fog in Dawn Town, but rather a large-scale gathering of vengeful spirits.

Pharos noticed the fog, but he thought it was just a natural phenomenon.

I was careless... Actually, if I had just mentioned how thick the fog was, I might have realized that something was wrong.

The reason why the villa is shrouded in such thick fog today is because the giant actively controlled the vengeful spirits. It's not unusual for demons and monsters to be trapped in a maze.

As for where all these "spirits" come from?

Just kidding, where do you think this is?

This is Dawn Town in Castile, the factory of the Empire, where "spirits" and vengeful ghosts are abundant.

As for why the vengeful spirits of Paul and Detective Simon were not controlled, Farrow thought it must be related to the church.

The two men were a priest trained by the church and the brother of a prominent figure in the church.

One last question remains: what kind of bond exists between the Moretti family and that giant?

But that's not important. Although the clues are incomplete, the seed of suspicion has been planted, and this "ghost" can't escape.

The most important thing right now is that with such a large number of vengeful spirits covering the entire area, how many people from the Moretti family will die? How many people from the church will die? Mr. Luca, Father Lorenzo, Ms. Isabella, Miss Christina, Miss Serena, and even Faros himself, none of them will escape.

As Pharos looked around, the fog gradually swallowed the sky, and even someone with the lowest level of inspiration would feel a chill at that moment.

But this bright moon alone cannot be obscured...

Such a massive vengeful spirit would be enough to overwhelm any other agent, but for Christina, who was born with a spiritual disability, it was devastating, leaving her with no ability to resist.

The giant in the bear's hands deflated like a punctured balloon, and above them, a huge head emerged from the thick fog.

The head had no facial features, yet it appeared exceptionally ferocious.

Is it possible to kill an agent right under the nose of the Heavenly Prayer God?

The white giant displayed unusual confidence: "Actress Christina, this is specially prepared for you—the strongest 'vengeful spirit' in history. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, let me see your fear..."

Christina's face was grim as she stared in disbelief at the grotesque face in the clouds above.

She felt fear again after a long time. When was the last time?

It was that rainy night ten years ago.

Trembling, collapse, despair, disbelief... multiple emotions converged into a roar...

"Run...run...run!"

What?

run?

The surrounding priests had already gathered around, and for a moment they were all confused about the situation. Hadn't the Actress already won?

Only a few individuals with high "soul" attributes reacted.

They repeated Miss Christina's words: "Run!"

But it's already too late...

The enormous face kept changing its appearance, becoming an old man, a child, a woman, and a man. Those faces began to cry, their voices piercing. Wherever the sound waves reached, colors turned black and white, and the fear of the deceased filled the hearts of everyone within range in an instant.

These victims either died suddenly from inhuman working hours or were overworked and seriously ill but unable to afford medical treatment. Their suffering was truly felt by everyone, and they seemed to experience the lives of the deceased themselves.

Priest, have you ever seen such a scene?

"Aaaaaaah!"

Miss Serena stumbled and fell, clutching her head tightly and burying it in the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"Serena!" Pharos exclaimed, immediately bending down to check, and then he found that everyone around him was kneeling down.

The priests, gang members, and even the old Godfather were writhing on the ground in agony. Their pride and composure as social elites were utterly insignificant in the face of the suffering of the Abyss residents in the eastern district of Dawntown.

The Moretti family's nonchalance is nothing but a laughable pretense. The claim of remaining calm even when a mountain collapses before you is simply because the mountain hasn't collapsed on you yet.

In the repeated lives of the dead, they broke down time and time again. In a short moment, they saw too many babies dying from malnutrition, too many girls escaping from sweatshops, and too many overworked workers drowning themselves.

They are high-ranking priests, indulging in the glorious narrative of giving everything for "the Lord".

Perhaps, if they hadn't been haunted by vengeful spirits, they would never have come to understand the common people of the East District.

But why am I unharmed?

Pharos was puzzled.

He was completely unaware of the excruciating pain, and even felt a little bit of comfort in it.

The air was filled with the scent of "spirit".

Miss Crow remained silent beside him.

The moon remained bright and clear, its surface as calm and still as a lake.

Pharos, however, calmed down and gazed at the dazzling moon.

"Heavenly Prayer God, are you watching too? Have you been watching the whole time? Why are you just watching?"

He sighed, stood up, and left Miss Serena's side.

The gaze shifted from the bright moon to the vengeful spirits...

……

Christina endured even greater pain. In just a few seconds, she experienced drowning, sudden death, death from illness, death from depression, and death from excessive indulgence. Tears flowed incessantly. Her "spirit" was too fragile, and her brain even began to yearn for death.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the scene, and she was astonished to find a young man standing there.

Her impending mental breakdown was temporarily relieved, and shock briefly replaced the pain.

Who is this?

Who exactly is this person who can stand in this kind of environment?

Christina admitted that she had been careless this time. Whatever her underestimation, carelessness, or stupidity, she was willing to take full responsibility, hoping only to be free soon and perhaps see her brother Simon again on the long road ahead.

She wanted this young man to come and end her life, and she was willing to offer him any form of flattery.

"Kill...me...please help me..." The aloof woman revealed a pitiful, girlish demeanor as she pleaded.

Sure enough, the young man was walking towards her, and she felt a glimmer of hope...

Then she saw the face of the brown-haired young man clearly; he still had a relaxed and lazy demeanor.

She remembered what the young man looked like; he was the assistant Simon had mentioned before.

She remembered the aftermath of her conversation with Simon's vengeful spirit that afternoon...

……

"You dead man, you still have to disgust me before you die!" Christina said angrily.

"My dear sister, I'm heartbroken to hear you say that. But if you want me to tell you, it's not impossible. How about we make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"If you help him complete the 'Divine Blessing Ritual' to change his class, and he becomes a Holy Swordsman, then you must not reveal his identity for three years."

"What if it isn't?"

"Then we can only wish our 'Holy Son' good luck."

"You think so highly of him?"

"Of course, he has the best 'spirit'."

"Alright then, I accept your bet."

His name is...

……

"Pharos?! Hastings!?" Christina exclaimed in shock.