I Am The Strongest Ghost Hunter
Most people live their lives without ever knowing what lingers after death.
Raito was never meant to be one of the ones who do.
Three years ago, a night meant for stars and quiet laughter ended in blood. Since then, Raito has lived a half-life—haunted, isolated, and unseen by the world he no longer fully belongs to.
Ghosts roam the city, born from human obsessions too strong to die, yet for reasons he cannot explain, they sense him only when he dares to acknowledge their existence.
To them, he is a blind spot.
To himself, he is a survivor who should have died.
Beneath the surface of ordinary life, a secret war is being fought. The Ghost Hunters Organization (GHO) operates in the shadows, wielding cursed weapons born from the obsessions of fallen spirits, hunting ghosts before their grief and rage evolve into something far worse.
When Raito is pulled into this hidden world, a terrifying truth begins to surface—one that ties his survival, his strange condition, and the death of his childhood friend together in ways he never imagined.
Because some ghosts do not move on.
Some protect.
Some wait.
And some… live on inside the living.
As Raito is forced to confront the dead he carries, the trauma he buried, and the monsters born from human obsession, he must decide whether strength is worth the cost—when every step forward drags the weight of the dead along with him.
In a world where ghosts are not born from malice but from love, regret, and obsession, the greatest horror is not what refuses to die…
…but what refuses to let go.
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Chapter: Chapter 19Sakura saw it.Her face flushed crimson—veins bulging across her neck and forehead like cords about to snap. Her breathing turned ragged, animal.“It’s all because of YOU!” she screamed.She charged.Grabbed the woman by the throat.Slammed her into the ground—hard enough to crack tile.Then she started punching—fists flying, over and over, caving the face in with wet, meaty thuds.The woman tried to stab—Sakura blocked without looking, kicking the scissors away in one brutal motion.The woman screamed—high, broken—as Sakura kept going. Punching. Smacking. Beating her skull into pulp. Blood splattered across Sakura’s clothes, her face, her hair—dark red streaks on pale skin.She didn’t care.All she repeated, voice sweet and shattered:“You hurt the ones I love the most. You have to pay.”Punch.“You have to pay.”Punch.“You have to pay.”Until the woman’s once-pretty face was unrecognizable—swollen, pulped, ruined beyond anything human.Then the mutilated face shifted—fear twisting
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Chapter: Chapter 18The same giant hand from the entrance— The giant hand staggered up, five fingers splayed wide like a grotesque starfish. In the center of its palm, a massive eye blinked open—bloodshot, unblinking, scanning them with cold, predatory intelligence. It lunged. The three scattered in a frantic blur—Raito shoving Sakura sideways, Akito diving left. The hand crashed down where they’d stood, splintering floorboards into jagged spikes. It grazed Akito’s arm on the upswing—fabric ripping, skin splitting in a hot line. He hissed, stumbling, blood already welling. Raito grabbed him under the armpit. “Move—MOVE!” They bolted toward the only door still closed, dodging whipping tongues and staring eyes, the hand already rising behind them like a guillotine. Raito kicked the door—hard. Wood exploded inward. Stairs. Upward. No breath. No hesitation. They pounded up the steps, lungs burning, feet slipping on warped boards. The stairwell twisted, walls closing in, then suddenly opened into— A
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Chapter: Chapter 17The next morning, Raito, Akito, and Sakura stood outside Hank’s house, staring like they’d pulled up to the wrong address.It wasn’t a grim training compound. No spiked gates. No bloodstained mats. Just a clean, two-story place with white walls, flower boxes spilling color from every window, and a little garden path that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread. The kind of house that screamed “normal family” instead of “ghost-hunting psycho mentor.”Raito blinked twice. “This… is Hank’s place?”Akito swallowed. “Either he’s got a secret interior designer, or we’re about to get murdered in the prettiest house in the city.”Sakura stayed silent, half-hiding behind Raito, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt like she was already regretting existing.Akito stepped up and knocked.The door opened almost instantly.A little girl—maybe seven or eight—stood there in a sundress, dark hair in pigtails, big curious eyes looking up at them.“Hello,” she said sweetly. “Who are you?”Akito cr
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Chapter: Chapter 16They turned. Sakura stood there, barely visible at the mat’s edge, shoulders hunched, eyes glued to the floor. Her voice cracked like she might cry. “Bullying the weak… it’s so wrong.” Akito blinked, still panting. “Sakura? You’ve been watching?” She didn’t answer. Just walked forward—slow, deliberate, like every step cost her something. She reached the rack without looking up, fingers closing around a long wooden staff. The grip was light, almost gentle. “Let me show you,” she said quietly, “how to respect the weak.” Akito raised both hands, half-laughing. “Whoa, hold up. I don’t fight girls—” “Sounds to me like you’re scared,” she said, voice sweet, innocent, but carrying a strange, quiet edge that made the air feel thinner. Akito’s grin faltered. “Of course I’m not scared. What if I hit you too hard?” “I can take it.” She lifted her head just enough for her eyes to peek through her hair. “I’m not going to break. After all… this is training, isn’t it?” Akito exha
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Chapter: Chapter 15Raito stood there like a statue, hand still hanging in the air, completely unshake—yeah, let’s call it that. Akito strolled up, laughing his ass off. “I told you,” he chimed, slapping Raito on the back. “That’s classic Sakura. Girl acts like physical contact is a death sentence.” Raito dropped his hand, cheeks heating up. “Hmm. Physical contact, huh?” “Not the dirty kind you’re thinking, perv,” Akito shot back, rolling his eyes. “Come on.” Raito grinned despite himself. “Fair. But we gotta talk to her anyway. We can’t train if she keeps bolting every time someone breathes near her.” “Yeah,” Akito sighed, “you’re probably right.” They followed the trail of chaos—panicked footsteps echoing down the corridor—straight to the girls’ restroom door. Thin wall. Same as the boys’ side. And clear as day, Sakura’s frantic voice leaked through. “No, no, no! I don’t wanna wash it! He’s so cute and handsome—I might never get to touch him again! I’m not washing it off, no, no, no!”
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Chapter: Chapter 14“Hey!” Subarashii finally barked, striding forward. Raito stopped.Subarashii closed the distance, voice low and venomous. “You know it’s smarter to keep your nose out of other people’s business, right?”“Yeah, yeah,” Raito fired back, “everyone keeps saying that crap. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna turn a blind eye to—”CRACK.A fist slammed into Raito’s cheek like a freight train. His head snapped sideways. He staggered hard, slamming back-first into the cold wall, vision flashing white.Subarashii flexed his hand, smirking down at him.“Couldn’t waste real strength on a weakling like you,” he said coolly. “Next time? It’ll be worse.”He turned and sauntered off with his crew, shoes clicking like nothing happened.Akito rushed over, eyes wide. “Why the hell did you do that? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”Raito wiped blood from his split lip, grinning through the sting.“Doesn’t matter,” he said, voice steady and bright. “I can take a punch for the people who matter most to me.”Akito
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