I Am The Strongest Ghost Hunter

Chapter 22

The door was a heavy slab of metal—covered in buttons, a keypad, and a glowing digital screen demanding a code.

Akito stepped up, fingers flying across the keys—trying random combinations, patterns, anything that came to mind.

Nothing.

He tried again. And again. And again.

No error beep. No lockdown. No warning.

Every wrong code just reset the screen back to normal, like it was mocking him.

“We’ll need a code to get through,” Akito said, voice tight with frustration.

Sakura’s face twisted—impatience boiling into rage.

“Why? Why does everything want to take him away from me?”

She yelled it—raw, furious—and slammed her fist into the door.

Metal crumpled inward like paper.

She punched again.

And again.

And again.

Each hit left a bigger crater—dents spreading like spiderwebs.

Finally, with one last scream, the door flew off its hinges—crashing into the room beyond.

Inside: a large operating theater.

Tables arranged in neat rows—most covered with white cloths. One table in the center was only half-covered—from the waist down. Doctor Harry Kane stood beside it, flanked by two nurses, all three frozen in shock at the sight of Sakura and Akito.

“How the hell did you escape your cage?” Harry Kane demanded, voice sharp.

Akito’s eyes narrowed.

“So it’s true… this isn’t the real world. You people aren’t real. This is all an illusion.”

The doctor laughed—cold, condescending.

“How sick are you, boy? Is it worse to the extent where you think reality is an illusion? There’s nothing as real as this.”

He nodded to the nurses.

“Now seize them. They’ve done enough.”

“Yes, sir,” the nurses replied in unison.

They grabbed surgical tools—scalpels, forceps, syringes, whips—and started walking toward them.

The moment they gave way, the table’s contents became clear.

Raito lay there—chest cracked open wide, ribs splayed like broken wings. His heart beat slow, weak, exposed under the harsh lights. Above him hung a heavy metal slab—suspended by chains, ready to drop and crush the organ flat.

Sakura froze.

Her lips moved—over and over, the same word, quiet at first, then louder.

“Unforgivable… unforgivable… unforgivable…”

One nurse swung her whip—leather cracking across Sakura’s back. Red welts bloomed instantly. Sakura didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. Just kept chanting.

The other nurse lashed at Akito—he stood frozen, staring at Raito’s open chest, tears already slipping down his face, hypnotized by the sight.

The whip wrapped his legs—yanked hard.

But Akito didn’t fall.

He twisted mid-pull—landed in a flip, boots hitting floor with purpose.

‘I never hurt women,’ he thought, ‘but this is for hurting the only true friend I’ve ever had.’

He charged.

One swift kick—connected with the nurse’s head.

It flew off—blood spraying in a wide arc across the room.

Sakura kept taking lashes from the remaining nurse—whip after whip tearing skin, blood soaking her clothes. She didn’t dodge. Didn’t scream. Just chanted.

Seeing one nurse down, Harry Kane lunged for a red button on the nearby wall—the one that would drop the slab and crush Raito’s heart.

Akito didn’t give him the chance.

He dashed—kicked hard.

The doctor flew backward—crashing into the opposite wall.

Harry Kane stood slowly, dusting blood from his stained white coat.

“Hmm. You think this is going to stop me?” he said, voice calm and mocking. “You have no idea what you’re doing. It seems like you’re not well educated.”

Akito’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you dare lecture me about education,” he growled. “There are things more important in this world—things you can’t live without, things that make every moment worth it. Things worth fighting for.”

He stepped forward.

“And for me… that thing… is my friend.”

With those final words, he charged.

Leg swung—connected with the doctor’s head.

It sent him hurtling across the room again.

“And I can kill for it,” Akito said.

The doctor stopped moving—body limp, head lolled to the side in an unnatural angle.

Akito dashed to Raito’s table, heart hammering.

But Sakura was already there—having finished off the last nurse in a blur of violence. She stood over Raito now, fingers trembling as she reached for the white cloth covering him from the waist down. She tried to ignore the gaping hole in his chest—tried not to look at the slow, weak beat of his exposed heart—but her eyes kept flicking back to it.

The moment she pulled the cloth away, her cheeks flushed pink.

Raito’s naked body lay fully exposed under the harsh lights—pale skin, blood-streaked, vulnerable.

Sakura’s breath hitched.

She leaned in—face lowering, almost reverent—plastering her cheek against his cock as if she could breathe him in, sniff him like a drug.

Akito shoved her back—hard.

“Stop it, Sakura!” he stammered, voice cracking. “He… he’s dead!”

Sakura stumbled, eyes wide.

She paused.

Looked away.

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

But the moment her gaze drifted back to his cock, the obsession snapped back into place—like a switch flipped. Her expression shifted—hungry, possessive—as if everything else had vanished. She reached out again, fingers brushing toward him like she was about to claim what she thought was hers.

Akito pushed her away—hand connecting with her shoulder.

She hit the floor.

He quickly pulled the cloth back over Raito’s lower half, covering him as best he could, hands shaking.

Sakura almost snapped—eyes flashing with rage—but when she looked up, all she saw was Raito.

Lying there.

Dead. Or almost dead.

The fury melted.

She rushed to him—dropped to her knees beside the table—crying, pleading, hands hovering but not quite touching.

“Please don’t leave me here,” she sobbed, voice small and broken. “We have so much to accomplish together… family… children of our own…”

Akito could only watch in stunned silence—bewilderment twisting his gut.

Sakura reached out—fingers brushing Raito’s hand.

A sharp crackle.

Shock.

She yanked her hand back like she’d touched fire.

Akito’s eyes widened. “What is it, Sakura?”

“I… it shocked me,” she stammered, staring at her fingers like they’d betrayed her.

“What do you mean it shocked you?” Akito asked, now reaching out to touch Raito himself.

His fingers brushed Raito’s arm—no shock. Nothing.

Sakura tried again—hesitant, hopeful.

The moment her skin met his—crackle.

Sharp jolt.

She yanked her hand back like she’d touched fire.

“I knew it,” she whispered, voice breaking as she retracted completely. “He doesn’t want me to touch him anymore. He hates me now. I’m a freak to him now.”

Tears spilled fast.

Akito shook his head quickly.

“No, you’re not,” he said, firm but gentle. “I bet Raito knows deep down how you truly feel about him.”

“You think?” she asked, voice tiny, tears clinging to her lashes.

“Yes. Of course he did.” Akito swallowed hard, glancing at Raito’s still form. “Now… let’s get him out of here. For a proper burial.”

Sakura gasped—sharp, broken.

“Burial?” Her voice cracked. “Is he going to die?”

Akito’s chest tightened.

‘Oh poor girl… she didn’t even know he’s dead yet.’

He forced the words out.

“If we don’t get out of here quickly, he’s going to die,” he said. “And you don’t want that, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, tears falling faster. “Please… let’s get him out of here.”

Akito bent down, hooked his arms under Raito, tried to lift.

Before he could fully stand—

BOOM.

A massive force slammed into Sakura—she crashed backward into Akito, sending them both flying into a nearby wall.

They hit hard—breath knocked out.

Akito coughed, dazed. “What’s your problem, Sakura?!”

“I… it’s not me,” she stammered, eyes wide with fear.

They looked up.

The doctor stood again—head intact, body whole.

No longer human.

Skin rippled unnaturally. Eyes glowed faint blue. Limbs stretched longer than they should.

It smiled—slow, wrong.

“Thanks to you,” it said, voice layered and echoing, “I am able to use this long-hidden power of mine.”