Trenton, Celestina and the Ghost

"The Heavenly Snow Leopards Heart, my lord," she replied. g wouldn't be so pissed off.

This sentence insinuated a reaction from the young man who was disinterested the entire time. He then taps his chin, looks up, and closes his eyes while making an expression of thought. After a few short moments of silence, he looked back at the woman in front of him.

"The Heavenly Snow Leopards Heart, an item that this low-level kingdom should never have gotten its hands on. It is only natural that it gets stolen.

The topic of concern is how exactly the royal family got its hands on it in the first place." He said those to the woman and then proceeded to take out a quill and piece of parchment from a drawer.

"Get everyone to prepare for a long trip. I'll be heading to the annual, royal ball this year," he commanded while writing something down.

"As you wish." The girl in black was surprised at first but then left the room shortly in exactly the way she entered. The wind blew again closed the window behind her.

As she was flitting through the shadows, her mind naturally wondered about what her master was talking about and why he suddenly wanted to head to the ball.'He hadn't attended a single royal ball in 7 years with the excuse that his health is bad.

"It seems that masters time to show the world his handsome face has come," she muttered. Inside, she really hoped that she could take off these dark clothes and wear a beautiful dress.

Then she would go onto the dance floor of the ball with her dreamy, prince-like master, and dance elegantly. She pictured these scenes in her head but this made her feel depressed.

There was no chance to be beside her master as she isn't some noble lady, just a servant that used to dispose of others. She can only hide in his shadow, never to show herself to the world.

The young woman didn't take long to clear her head and disappear into the quiet town that surrounded the castle.

Back at the castle, the young man finished writing a letter on the parchment and rolled it up. He called in a butler who then walked in without knocking.

"How can I help, young master Trent." said the old butler, half of his hair was white while the other was black.

Trent is the name of this young noble, Trenton Von Vincent.

"Send this to the royal family. I'll be attending the ball this year instead of my father. It's time for him to take a break." he said while smiling and showing concern for his father.

"How thoughtful of the young master. Indeed, the Count needs to heal from his previous injuries." The butler seemed to be down as well when the injury was mentioned.

"May the goddess heal his wounds with speed," replied Trent as he put his left fist over the right side of his chest. It sounded like he revered this goddess but those familiar with him could hear the sarcasm that is hidden underneath.

"May the goddess!" replied the butler with the same gesture but with clearly more sincerity and energy than the young noble.

The butler closed the door on his way out while taking the letter with him. They were not going to talk about the health of the count any further as it wasn't something that needed to be discussed.

They believed that the count, Trent's father would heal as long as the given time is enough. Trent goes back to his comfy chair and picks up the book again.

"I really hope this robbery doesn't have to do with a system user. I already have my hands full with hunting down enough of those brainless protagonists," he mutters before fully immersing himself in the book's content.

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In another dimension in which rivers that flowed as red as blood. A landscape dotted with trees whose leaves were made of the purest of fires.

Mountains are made from the bones of whatever creatures suffered under a demon's wrath. These mountains were held together by the reddish-black soil that was made from their flesh.

This is the world that is commonly known as the Ancestral Demon Dimension. Somewhere in this literal manifestation of hell, exists a small, wooden hut made from cerulean wood with red lines.

Inside this obviously poor residence with no windows or chimneys, was only enough space for a bed, a wooden chest of moderate size, and a single chair. The open space was only enough for a small child to lay down in.

On top of this wooden single bed, laid a young woman. Her hair is long, waist length, and messy since it hadn't been washed in many days. However, it isn't unsightly as it is quite silky and looked enchanting with its black color and red ends.

Her face had a lovely shape to it and didn't do much to hide her beauty. Beauty that was being marred from the pale color of her sickly state and the dirt form not bathing for days,

She wore a plain black dress that seemed to them in the style of poor ancient Chinese people. Slowly, this girl opened her eyes that had long, curling eyelashes and saw the world with her light, purple eyes.

She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling with a questioning look.

"Ah...aug!" the girl touched her head and maid a pained expression as soon as she came to consciousness.

She stayed laid down and massaged her forehead while slowly getting rid of the pain. After a few minutes, the look in her eyes calmed down as she had understood her situation at the moment.

"So I died...and the reincarnated into the body of this girl. According to her memories, she looks exactly like the original me, just younger.

It seems that this girl's name is Celestina Valor Contia, the 3rd princess of the Contia Imperial Family. A card that can grant a powerful demonic item to its bearer went missing when it came to her shift to guard it.

Those ruthless ministers took this chance to get rid of her cultivation and toss her out into a village on the other side of the continent." After jotting this down firmly in her head, Celestina got u from her bed and rummaged under it for a pair of uncomfortable sandals.

They were 2 sizes too big for her feet and unbearable to walk in but this is all she had to protect herself from the harsh ground.

Under her bed, there was a wooden pail and the second set of identical clothes that were not too dirty. "At least they aren't unwashed." She said while patting some dust off the dress.

Celestina took this dress and her wooden bucket to the bloody river that is right behind her small hut. She didn't take long to just scan her surroundings for possible peepers and then undressing straight after confirmation.

Even if someone could see her, she didn't care as she couldn't see them. 'If they can hide from me, I just treat them as if they were never there.' she thought.

She used the pocket to pick up the crimson liquid and poured it over and over again her supple body. As it was well-taken care of, her skin didn't take much to go back to its beautiful state and only some paleness remained to form her slight sickness.

Getting her cultivation taken away had adverse effects on her immune system and left her vulnerable to even the simplest of colds.

"I feel bad for her, or is it for myself." chuckled Celestina as she put on the new set of clothes and tied her long hair into a high ponytail. She had used a hair clip to do so in a way that and her look like a female general getting ready for war.

Celestina had come to the realization that the personality of the past Celestina is the same as her own personality for when she lived and died on Earth.

The soul forms the earth and reincarnated here as the princes but without its memories, they only came back after she was in a terrible state with a deathly cold.

She has recovered now but her body still needs some good nutrition to protect itself once again.

"At least the villagers are quite nice here. They didn't treat me like a total stranger and gave me food when I was sick. Even though it was tasteless porridge."

Celestina feels glad that she wasn't treated like an outsider. She had been here only for a month and was struggling to get used to a poor lifestyle after descending from the richest of riches.

"I try my best to make an honest life in this world. I've seen greed and ideas of revenge ruining enough people on earth.

The first step toward a new, humble life will be detaching the unimportant bits of my prince's life. From today on, I am Celes, just Celes." Commoners don't have surnames here and Cels is the name she gave the villagers.

"Hopefully this doesn't end up like a world in a novel. I don't want that chaos." she sighed and walked towards the village which is only a 3-minute walk on a path near the hut.

Unknown to her, the story of her new life had begun the moment a certain "Low-Grade Demonic Item Card x1" disappeared from under her watch and appeared in the inventory of an individual surrounded by chaos.

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Planet Earth, New York, the year is 2024 and the time is 6 am. The sun is to rise in a couple of minutes and a young man in a white tracksuit and pants looks out his Manhattan apartments' floor-to-ceiling windows.

He has a magnificent view of the sky and the New York skyline as a is running at a swift pace on his treadmill.

At this moment, you cannot see what the young man is thinking as his entire face is covered by a layer of white material that is skin tight. It makes his face featureless except for the basic outline of it.

Nonetheless, the mask feels as if it's part of his body, breathing in and out just like he does. Once the first rays of today's sun hit his face from over the horizon, the man presses a button on his treadmill.

This starts to slow him down, bit by bit as he gets off the machine and heads over to the dining table to take a look at his breakfast. But first, he had a cool shower in his oversized penthouse bathroom.

His breakfast was quite healthy but tasty at the same time. 'It has to be or all that money I spend on that dietary chef is wasted.' he thinks.

DING DONG!

His doorbells ring and the smartphone next to his arm shows the video cottage of his apartment entrance.

There, two tough ooking tall dudes with wide, muscular figures are waiting. One of them has a beard and is bald. The other has a menacing scar on his face and his black hair is cut in military style.

The two wear sunglasses and black suits, they look intimidating like ex mercenaries turned bodyguards.

The man pushes a button on his phone and opens the door for the two men, continuing eating as they enter the room. Once they're by his side, the man waves his arm and gestures two the tough men that he is allowing them to speak.

"Good morning, Ghost. Apologies for interrupting your breakfast but we have quite the situation." said the bald man.

"This morning, we found out that one of the UNO Cards that are in your collection has disappeared. To be specific, it is the first-ever Yellow Uno reverse card that was stolen. Nothing else is gone." finished the man with the scar.

As soon as he heard this, the man in all white, put down his fork and stood up. He smashed his dining table in what seemed like anger, you can't tell because of that darned mask.

The dining table didn't budge, it only made a small rumble. Clearly, this man is either weak or holding back his strength for some reason.

He then turned around and faced the two bulky men and stared at each of them for two minutes each. He then started to flicker in and out of existence, he left behind after images for a couple of seconds as if he was too fast to be caught by the naked eyes.

The next minute, he was gone from this room with no noise. Just like a ghost, he disappeared from right in front of these men's vision. They weren't alarmed as one would expect them to be. This was a common occurrence for them after all.

"It seems that Ghost has become much faster than before." said the man with the scar with awe.

"Or maybe he has just decided to show more of it to us. Do you think this is a threat for us, Ronny?" said the bald man, the other guy is called Ronny.

"Hell no... we just do the jobs we are paid for. We don't take care of his antique games collections. Danny, you are too paranoid for no reason." replied Ronny.

'I sure hope so or we will be hung on the streets just like those thugs." Danny was seating from his bald head as he knew that he was no match for the legendary Ghost.

He hopes that his savings can add up quickly so he can go on a soothing vacation with his wife and two kids.

He hopes that Ghost does not come after him for losing such a valuable piece of culture. He hopes that ghost can find the thief and recover that item.

He hopes to live another day in this world filled with crazy. hidden dangers. A danger that will swallow anyone near it.