Phantom Covenent: Spiritbound Ascension
In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living fear what lurks beyond the veil.
For centuries, humanity believed all spirits(ghosts) were vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more terrifying—some spirits exist to devour, corrupt, and break the boundaries between life and death. Others, bound by fate, offer unimaginable power to those they deem worthy.
Arman never wanted to be a hero. Struggling with social anxiety, he preferred to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and live a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But everything changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he’s dragged into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who twist it into something monstrous.
As ancient forces awaken and the boundaries between the worlds fracture, Arman faces an impossible truth: the power within him is both a gift and a curse, one that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and unseen forces pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of his power, the forgotten secrets of the past, and the role he is destined to play in a war that has raged for centuries.
Because if he fails—if he breaks—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself.
A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but can a boy who fears even simple conversations truly rise to become the strongest Spiritbound?
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Chapter: The First ManifestationThe words "Soul Weapon Manifestation" hung in the air like a heavy spell.The quiet room instantly broke into a tide of restless whispers."A weapon synthesized directly from spirit energy...?""Man, that sounds absurdly badass.""I wonder what type I'll get? A blade? A bow?"Lira allowed the low buzz of excitement to linger for a brief moment before lightly raising her right hand.Tap.The classroom plummeted into instant silence.She tapped the holographic screen behind her, sending glowing light cascading across the board. A high-resolution diagram of a human circulatory system lit up, juxtaposed directly beside the spectral form of a contracted spirit."As you have been taught since the academy entrance examinations," Lira began, her voice crisp and echoing, "every living entity in this world possesses Spirit Energy."The diagram flared, highlighting the luminous pathways coursing through both figures."Humans possess Spirit Energy.""Spirits possess Spirit Energy.""Beasts posses
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Chapter: Soul Weapon ManifestationThe evening air bit cold against Arman’s skin the moment he stepped out of the spatial rift.Shrrrk—Behind him, the tear in space sealed seamlessly with a soft hiss, leaving only the quiet, dimly lit streets of his neighborhood.He unlocked the door to his small house, greeted by nothing but silence. After changing into loose, casual clothes, Arman collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.The day’s events flickered through his mind like a broken reel.Jim’s face.The terror etched into his eyes.The oppressive pressure of that strange, desolate realm.And Kael Dravorn... kneeling before Ievon."...Was that really the right thing to do?" Arman whispered to the empty room. "I didn't hurt him... but..."Silence hung in the air for a few long seconds.Then, a voice echoed directly inside his mind—calm, deep, and ancient.Kid.Arman closed his eyes."...Yeah?"You’ve been agonizing over that fight ever since we stepped through the threshold."I frightened him, Ievon."
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Chapter: A Lesson He Couldn’t ForgetArman looked straight at Jim, his expression calm and steady. There was no arrogance in his eyes, no excitement either—only quiet certainty.“We will see,” Arman said evenly, his voice carrying clearly through the training ground. “Who trains whom.”For a brief moment, Jim didn’t react. His body remained still, as if he was measuring Arman. Then his expression changed. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and something ugly surfaced inside him.Anger came first, sharp and immediate.But beneath that anger lived something deeper—hatred.Not the loud, reckless kind, but the kind that sat silently, waiting for the right moment to strike.Kenny stepped closer to Arman and spoke in a low voice, careful that Jim wouldn’t hear him clearly. “Arman, you really don’t have to fight him. You can refuse. No one will think less of you.”Instructor Lira nodded in agreement. “Yes, Arman. If you don’t want to accept this match, you can—”“No.”Arman cut her off before she could finish the sentence.T
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Chapter: Let’s See Who Trains WhomThe training ground was loud with footsteps and breath.Dust rose constantly as students moved, sparred, fell, and got back up again. Shouts echoed across the field, mixed with the dull thud of fists hitting arms, elbows crashing into guards, and shoes scraping against sand.Some rookies were already panting.Some had bruises forming.Some were still trying to understand how their bodies moved.Arman stood still for a moment.His eyes were locked on Kenny.Kenny rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and grinned like he was enjoying himself a little too much.“Alright, rival,” he said. “Let’s see what you learned.”Arman didn’t answer.He shifted his stance slightly. Left foot forward. Weight light. Hands relaxed.Then—He suddenly sprinted forward.Fast.Direct.No wasted movement.Kenny reacted instantly. His arms came up, elbows tight, reading Arman’s shoulder movement.Arman’s right fist shot forward.Kenny moved to block——but the punch stopped halfway.A fake.Before Kenny’s br
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Chapter: A Warning and a LessonKenny walked up to Arman the moment Jim left the classroom. His grin was wide, but his eyes showed a little worry. “Yo bro,” Kenny said, slapping Arman’s shoulder. “That… that was something else.” Arman blinked. “Hm? Why? Is everyone acting like it’s a big deal?” Kenny stared at him like Arman had asked why the sky is blue. “YES, it’s a big deal! That was Jim you stopped! He isn’t just some loudmouth. That guy is one of the strongest in the second years.” Arman raised an eyebrow. “And?” Kenny pointed at Ron, who was sitting quietly, holding his bag tight to his chest. “You know that boy? Ron? Jim’s parents work for Ron’s family. Jim is the servant’s kid. Jim despises that someone weaker than him has power over him in any form. So he bullies Ron to feel big.” Arman looked at Ron again. The small boy was wiping his glasses, trying to hide the redness in his eyes. “I couldn’t care less,” Arman said calmly. “Wrong is wrong.” Kenny nodded. “Well said, bro. But listen— yo
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Chapter: The First ConflictInstructor Lira left the classroom, and as soon as the door closed, everyone let out a breath they had been holding.Kenny leaned back in his chair and stretched. “Damn… she’s intense. I kinda like it.”Arman smirked. “You would.”They were talking quietly when the classroom door suddenly slammed open so hard that half the class jumped.Three boys walked in.The one in the middle stood out instantly — green spiky hair, sharp eyes, a smirk that screamed trouble.The other two flanked him like bodyguards. They looked like twins, almost identical, except one had black hair and the other had brown. Both were tall, muscular, and walked with heavy steps.The class went silent.Nobody said anything.The green-haired boy scanned the room slowly… like he owned it.Then he spotted someone at the back.A small boy.Thin arms. Small frame. Weak posture. Big round glasses. His uniform looked slightly oversized.He sat alone near the window, holding a notebook to his chest like a shield.Arman look
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My Soul Consumer System
Reyan Sen died on the last day of school.
Bullied for being powerless in a world that values strength, his life ended quietly—without meaning, without justice.
But he woke up again.
This time, as something no longer human.
A strange system bound itself to him, turning him into an Undead being that must consume souls to survive.
The world Reyan returns to is one shaped by an alien war. Humanity learned to use supernatural abilities to fight back, building military academies and power rankings where the strong are trained and the weak are discarded.
Reyan has no place in that system.
If the truth about him is discovered, he won’t be recruited or studied—he’ll be executed.
As another war approaches and forgotten myths begin to surface, Reyan is forced to choose between holding onto his humanity or embracing the thing he’s becoming.
To some, he may become a protector.
To others, a monster.
And to the forces that erased his kind from history…
He is a mistake that should never have returned.
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Chapter: The Secret Between FriendsThe room remained silent after Dev's question.Reyan sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him without any visible emotion. Jordan was still sitting on the other bed, confused by the sudden change in atmosphere. He looked at Dev, then at Reyan, trying to understand what he had missed.Dev didn't move."What exactly are you?" he asked again.Reyan lowered his eyes for a moment.He could lie.That would be easy.He could tell Dev that the blood was part of some strange ability. He could claim that his body simply worked differently. He could even threaten him into keeping quiet.But Dev had already seen too much.More importantly, Reyan didn't want to lie to him.At least, not completely."I died."Dev blinked.For a few seconds, he simply stared at Reyan.Then he let out a short laugh."Okay."He shook his head."That's not funny.""I'm not joking."Dev's smile disappeared.Jordan looked between them."What do you mean you died?"Reyan didn't answer immediately.He reached toward the
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Chapter: The Price of VictoryThe three of them returned to Room 298 after the battle.For the first time, Reyan stepped through the door knowing that he wasn't going to leave this room because someone else had decided so.It was theirs now.The room looked different from the guest dormitory.There were only four beds instead of thirty bunk beds packed into a single space. The walls were clean, the floor was clear, and each occupant had their own locker. There was also a small table near the window and a private bathroom attached to the room.Jordan walked straight toward one of the beds and dropped onto it."Finally."He stretched his arms and smiled."No more sleeping next to twenty-nine strangers."Dev walked around the room, inspecting everything."This is much better."He opened one of the lockers and looked inside."Not bad."Jordan sat up."Forget the room. Check the MMC."Dev immediately looked at his NIB."Right."He activated the financial section of the House interface.A small display appeared.[House
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Chapter: The Room BattleThe next afternoon, the training arena assigned to Room Challenges was packed.Students from different parts of House Vanguard had gathered around the large circular battlefield. Some had come to watch the newcomers get crushed. Others were simply curious about the three students who had challenged Room 298.Reyan stood on one side of the arena with Dev and Jordan.Across from them stood Riven and his three teammates.The same four students who had already fought them once.Riven rolled his shoulders and smiled."You really came back."Jordan tightened his grip around the weapon he had manifested."Technically, you came back too."A few students around the arena laughed.Riven's smile disappeared.The referee stepped into the center."This is an official House Vanguard room challenge. The winning team will claim ownership of Room 298.""Defeated challengers will return to the guest dormitory.""Both teams will fight until all members of one side are incapacitated or surrender."He rai
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Chapter: Room 298The three of them stood in front of their newly assigned room.Room 298.The number was displayed clearly above the door.Jordan stared at it for a few seconds before grinning."Finally."He reached for the handle.Dev stopped him."Wait."Jordan looked back."What?"Dev pointed toward the room."Before we celebrate, remember something."Reyan looked at him."What?"Dev's expression became serious."We didn't exactly win this room."Jordan frowned."What do you mean?""We challenged them and beat them, sure. But Room 298 has a reputation."Dev looked down the hallway."I've been hearing about them since we entered Vanguard."Reyan remained silent."What kind of reputation?" Jordan asked.Dev lowered his voice."They specialize in beating newcomers."Jordan's smile disappeared."That explains why they challenged us.""Exactly."Dev crossed his arms."They've probably done this before."Reyan looked at the door."So they deliberately challenged newcomers because they expected an easy vi
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Chapter: The First ChallengeMorning arrived quietly at House Vanguard, but the guest dormitory was already loud before sunrise. Students were getting dressed, checking their NIBs, discussing possible opponents, and arguing about which rooms would be worth challenging. For the three hundred newcomers staying in the ten guest rooms, this was the first real day of competition. Nobody wanted to remain at the bottom for long.Reyan stood beside his bed while he adjusted the black NIB band around his arm. His eyes briefly moved toward the system notification still floating in his vision.[Daily Quest]Drink the blood of a member of House Vanguard.Time Remaining: 12 Hours 41 Minutes.Reward: +50 EXP, +1 Free Stat Point.Failure Penalty: Soul Hunger Intensifies.Reyan closed the notification.I need to finish this today.He looked toward Dev and Jordan. Dev was already dressed and leaning against the bunk while Jordan was checking the small amount of equipment the academy had provided them.Jordan glanced at Reyan. "Re
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Chapter: The Guest DormitoryThe moment Reyan pushed the door open, a wave of noise washed over the three of them.The room was enormous.It looked less like a dormitory and more like a military barracks built to house an entire platoon.Rows of sturdy metal bunk beds stretched from one end of the room to the other.Thirty bunk beds.Sixty sleeping spaces.Yet almost every one of them was already occupied.Backpacks lay scattered across the floor.Training uniforms hung from bed frames.Weapons—mostly wooden practice swords, staffs, and shields issued by the academy—leaned against lockers or rested beside beds.A pair of combat boots lay abandoned in the middle of the walkway, forcing people to step over them.The room smelled faintly of sweat, metal, and fresh wood.Students were everywhere.Some had already collapsed onto their beds after the exhausting assessment, sleeping so deeply that even the loud conversations around them failed to wake them.Others sat in small groups, comparing the numbers displayed on
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