I stood before him fearlessly and met his gaze calmly. I faintly felt that his question wasn’t really asking who I was, but that he already knew the answer. He leaned back in his throne and waved his hand.

“Get up. Yawn.” The man with long ash gray hair said listlessly. Everyone got up, but stood in reverence.

Gehenna didn’t dare to look at me much. He stood on his platform and stole glances at me, as though he were a primary school kid who wanted to play petty tricks in front of a dignified teacher, yet didn’t dare to.

“Do you know that you killed a Ghost King?” The Great Ghost King’s voice reverberated through the square.

“I do,” I replied.

The two guards behind the Great...