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A/N: This FF will probably fall in the eventual future, I'm not into writing.

It seems like shit everything is conspiring against me lately. My pc is so fucked up again that I can barely turn it on without it giving me a blue screen after two minutes on.

I'm busier than ever with work.

I had to write all this on my cell phone, and it sucks to write on a cell phone.

When I started writing this I wanted something simpler, but it was starting to annoy me, thinking about character development, developing the world, making the story lively.

I can't even upload pictures, and not even my comments were up. You can see on my profile, I post and they don't get registered on Webnovel.

I will even try to upload some images for you. Try.

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I remained standing in the same place while I watched Marceline at the top of the Greek Theater.

She was wearing a yellow hat with a blue ribbon stretched around her. Yellow gloves almost completely covered her arms. Her red regatta and pants are blue and her boots are long, brown, and have red laces on the back.

With her, some female Ghosts help her set up the stage, it looks like she is going to sing for these guys.

The first thing that went through my mind was.

'What the fuck did I do?' I couldn't help but swear in my mind.

It couldn't be that I created a butterfly effect so soon, could it?

'However, what could it have been?'

I quickly began to dive into thoughts until ...

''Hey Boy, you've been standing in the driveway for a while, me and my girl want to go through.''

Hearing the voice behind me, I turned my head slightly and looked at the ghost out of the corner of my eyes, and ...

''My bad.'' I apologized to him and ...

Left That Place.

Towards my Goal.

I can reflect on what changed as I was moving toward my Goal.

Little did I know that a discerning eye was following me from the moment I arrived to the moment I was leaving...

~ 19 Minutes Later. ~

Traveling deeper and deeper into the graveyard, things were starting to get more dangerous when some ghosts started following me.

I didn't mind too much at first, but their number was beginning to increase.

They had no good intentions towards me, not the way they were whispering about ripping my guts out through my ears and nose.

In the back of my mind, I heard

*Ding*

[ The Evolution of Azakana was a success! ]

***

''Don't show me the interface, just tell me what's changed on it,'' I spoke to the Operator in my mind.

[ Azakana's Rarity increased from Ordinary to Special, and she received a 222 physical Attck bonus. Finally, she will need more negative emotions for her next evolution. The System recommends that the Player enters the Demonic Realm and spends a few hours there, by the System's calculations, the Player will be able to Evolve Azakana twice before anyone notices the Player's presence].

'Excellent, In the first evolution she got an increase of 222, really a good buy.' I reflected on myself, I also reflected on Operator's hint, it wasn't a bad suggestion, if I could get Hunson Abadeer not to notice me or attack me, I would come out in profit.

''Has anything else changed about her?'' I asked again.

[ Azakana has formed a 'Small' Consciousness now, she can inevitably whisper things in her mind. ]

''Whispering in my mind? I think [ Player Mind ] will prevent that. I can only wait and see.'' I meditated.

~ 7 Minutes Later ~

Walking for a few hundred more steps, with the 'Map' in one hand, while I mapped everything with the System Map.

I couldn't help but be bothered by the amount of haze that stretched across my field of vision, not only the haze that bothered me.

But the graves of the deceased were also literally piled one on top of the other without giving a respectable death to those who do here.

The place was all worn, dirty, and littered with piled-up rubble and craters.

As I walked softly through this place with my steady steps.

I pondered what else could have changed besides Marceline being here.

Maybe it is because I have Hambo with me, that must be the reason she is here.

Maybe she would try to kick Jake and me out of the Tree House, but that won't happen, I don't intend to leave there when I've had the place all packed up for someone to kick me out of, even if it is Marceline. I won't do that.

While my focus was on my thoughts, the Ghosts of various forms began to surround me. Did they think I didn't realize what they were trying to do?

Also... They were weak, ranging from level 9 to 19.

'Idiots.' I couldn't help but mentally swear again.

Do they think that numbers will make any difference against me? - ... Anyway, I stopped, because two ghosts were blocking my way.

Are they taking this seriously?

It's like some kind of badly made 'Cultivation' plot - So that they think they have a chance against me, Or that they can call father, then grandfather, then ancestor after they've been defeated...

So, should a fight break out here, they won't have that chance.

I will not tolerate such a thing.

Before they could start any conversation or even say anything silly, I

spoke friendly:

''My Dear. I'm in a good mood, so try not to do anything you might regret.''

Since I was wearing a mask, I couldn't see my face, and even if I did, it wouldn't make any change.

Maybe I wasn't very good at making a cold look or making an emotionless face.

So I kept my face just a calm expression and a passing look.

Even though in the end none of that would matter because of the mask I was wearing.

''Wait, Wait!''

One of the ghosts said hurriedly and held his arms up.

''We mean you no harm.'' He said.

I just waited for his horrible response:

''Really? Earlier I heard someone say something about ripping my guts out through my nose and ears?'' I scoffed.

''Isn't that just... Wanting to hurt me?'' I said mockingly.

He looked like he was sweating, do ghosts have pores to sweat?

''It wasn't about you bro.'' He said. ''We're talking about the 'Ghouls' that have been popping up around here recently.'' The ghost that I will think is the Leader of the group said.

''We think you're the one responsible for them... you know, you look weird.'' The leader tried to justify himself.

''I'm not running any Ghoul, and I don't have any skills to do so.'' I told him.

'''Really? ... This appearance then?''

''A witch bewitched me, anyone who looks at my face will fall in love with me.'' I lied through my teeth.

[ Lie ] increased by 1.

See? Even the System believes in me.

But, do they think I would walk around without a mask while acting suspiciously in a graveyard?

''Okay.'' He spoke slurred and turned to his people: '''Let's leave him, alone guys, he doesn't seem to be the leader of the Ghouls.''

'''Yep!''' They said in harmony.

They quickly started to walk away from me and I continued to watch them, while I could hear them whispering in the distance:

''Are we going to let him go like that, Chief?'' Jeff said.

Answered the Leader: ''No, he's suspicious. He's that clown mask of his.''

''We'll keep an eye on him, however, we'll stay further away.'' He said. ''Didn't you guys feel it? That strange weapon at his waist seemed to be absorbing some kind of black miasma from the air.''

''Yeah.'' Ryan said. ''It looked pretty menacing.

''Yep. I felt like it might cut me. Haha.'' Answered Clarence with ghostly sweat dripping down his forehead.

''Ahaha... We know that no blade can hurt us.'' Said the Leader, he wouldn't say that he felt the same way.

''Ahaha!!''

All the Ghosts laughed at each other nervously, even if it just seemed like a lame excuse on their part.

...

After watching them leave, I too walked back and began to ponder what they said.

''Ghouls, was there anything like that in this cemetery?'' I whispered, ''Maybe it's because of me again?''

That was another question I had to ask myself.

I had already managed to change some of the original plots, so this might have been also another change.

From the brief 'Conversation' we had, the Ghouls seem to be causing problems for the Ghosts, something I didn't see the slightest sense in, how mere Ghouls could cause problems for the ones they ( Ghosts ) Shouldn't suffer any kind of physical harm because they are manifestations.

And if there are Ghouls, there may be a Master, as that Ghost mentioned, when he thought I was the Leader of the Ghouls.

''Maybe the Treasure is around here?'' I meditated. Since no Ghouls were mentioned in the graveyard, I will assume that they were here to guard the Treasure that I am after.

I took back the Inventory Map, and began to look at it carefully.

If I am not mistaken, I am standing on the marked 'X'. Around the 'X' were a pine forest, a fence, and a hill. While 'I' was right in the middle of all these specific places.

I started to look around for something possible 'Out' of place... On the left were some rather large Pine Trees, The Mist was hitting right at the root of them giving a gloomy look, what appeared to be a 'Stone Fence' was almost completely hidden and destroyed.

A small hill on my right ... I started walking the 'Stone Fence' ... Once I got there, I observed if there was anything 'Exotic'.

There was what looked like a road there, but it was old enough to know where I was going and coming.

Shaking my head in disappointment, I turned back to the key point.

''Should I start digging here?'' I whispered. It wouldn't be that easy, right?

~ 1 Hour Later ~

Clack!

Clack!

Listening to the sound of metal hitting metal.

Finn stuck the shovel in the ground and looked at the hatch he found.

He stopped what he was doing because he began to hear footsteps walking up there.

''Hey Boy!, don't you get tired of digging for so long?''

He heard a female voice talking to him.

He looked up and saw Marceline again, this time she was too close.

And over her shoulder, she was carrying Ax Bass.