The Ghost Hunter And The Terror!

Ring... ring... ring... The sound of the alarm clock at six in the morning rings incessantly, Claude Young hastily reaches out to stop the alarm clock, yawns deeply, and then leaves the warmth of his bed. Today is the start of the week, close to the final exams, so Claude Young stayed up very late studying. The sound of a long yawn still echoes in the room, and outside the door, the hurried voice of Mr. Young, Claude's father, calls out: "You lazy bum, what time do you think it is to still be sprawled out in bed, get up quickly, go wash your face and have breakfast, I still have to go to work!" "Yes, I know!" Hearing his father's voice, Claude quickly jumps out of bed, rushes to the toilet, then Mrs. Young, Claude's mother, shouts loudly: "What's with you two dragging your feet, breakfast is all ready, hurry up and eat before it gets cold!" Mr. Young's voice: "Dear, what did you cook for the two of us today?" "Shrimp noodle soup with egg!" Mrs. Young's curt reply, followed by Mr

Looking at these gray rabbits, Claude hesitated. Did he really have to kill them? With just a thought, a wooden bow appeared in Claude's hand, its string made from animal sinew, with silver metal wrapped around both ends of the string. Above the body of the bow are engraved a few words whose meaning is not very clear. At that moment, a quiver full of steel-tipped arrows, gleaming brilliantly, appeared on Claude's back. Yet, inside, Claude was secretly lamenting. He had never used such a thing since he was born. However, Claude did not realize that when he held the bow in his hand, his posture became firm and calm like a skilled hunter, completely unlike his previous frail, scholarly appearance without a bit of strength. "Thwack!" An arrow was shot, hitting a gray rabbit near where Claude stood, startling the rest of the rabbits. Claude was puzzled, wondering since when he had become so formidable. Could it be that he was a hidden genius, naturally skilled? Indeed, he was impressive

"Hey, listen, how could I possibly be your brother-in-law? I didn't even see anything. Besides, in my hometown, women often dress even more sexily than that!" Claude felt extremely annoyed, so he glared and spoke bluntly. "What?" But he could never have imagined that Mortimer's gaze towards him would be so fierce at this moment. Even Tiffany, who was walking a distance ahead, stopped in her tracks and looked intently this way. The white rabbit lying in Claude's arms was startled by the actions of the two, its white fur standing on end. "Hey, hey! What's going on with you two? I... I was just giving an example, and besides, it's not like I can defeat her, can I? How could I possibly become your brother-in-law?" "Hmph, that's a matter for later, but now that you've seen Tiffany's body, you must take responsibility. Otherwise, you must duel with her today. As long as you win, you can leave!" Mortimer stepped forward three steps, pulling the axe on his shoulder in front of him, his eye

In these memories, Claude saw a horde of bizarre creatures, ugly and ferocious, like a swarm of bugs emerging from the earth, invading towns, killing people, setting fires, raping, committing every imaginable atrocity. Until a group of white-clad soldiers appeared, wielding various forces, magical powers, and spells, easily wiping out the ugly creatures, leaving no trace behind. The surviving people worshipped them as gods. As time passed, humans were born, aged, and died, in an endless cycle, continuous and unbroken. Only the gods worshipped by humans remained ageless, without sickness or ailment, their youth unchanged for ten thousand years. Seeing such a sight, many curious people approached the gods, asking them to teach magic, to grant them power, for eternal life like theirs. Initially, the gods refused, sending those seekers away. But gradually, the pleading of humans softened the hearts of some gods, who then bestowed a bit of their strength and personally taught them some mag

Seeing the situation turning grim, Mortimer instinctively clenched his fists, then turned to Claude shouting: "Brother-in-law, run! You can't beat these people, let us handle it!"At that moment, even Tiffany turned to look at Claude, nodding her head. Claude, observing their expressions, twitched the corners of his mouth: "What's this situation? Looking down on me? My God, I have the system, don't I?"Though he thought so, Claude said aloud: "Don't worry, it's just a bunch of rabble, I can handle them!""What, you little devil, you want to die?" The underlings, just as they charged, were taken aback by Claude's words and started cursing.From the system, Claude had already gauged the level of this group. Apart from the leader who had reached Advanced level one, the seven or eight others were only at Mid-level four or five. Such a lineup could temporarily be considered as minor monsters. Therefore, to the shouts of these people, Claude simply shook his head in disdain.Moreover, altho