Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Title

“We’ve arrived at the school gate!” The streamer who introduced herself as Yaoyao gestured forward, prompting the camera operator to zoom in on the imposing rusted lock.

“Many might be unfamiliar with this school’s history, so let me share some context first,” the white-clad host explained.

…

Far away in Zhejiang Province, Ye Linlang stumbled into the live stream, intending to relax before sleep.

“School exploration? Every school has its ghost stories,” she muttered through a yawn, unwrapping a lollipop.

This streamer specialized in investigating Haunted Places, often framing footage to mimic genuine supernatural phenomena.

Though once skeptical, Ye Linlang now knew better—the world consciousness itself had declared Blue Star devoid of anything unscientific beyond its own existence. Until Spiritual Energy’s Awakening, this planet would remain a magic-free void where spirits couldn’t linger.

Having followed this channel before, Ye Linlang felt inspiration strike as she noted the viewer count soaring past 600,000.

“How bored must people be, craving such cheap thrills?” She smirked, ignoring her own recent idleness.

Onscreen, the streamer continued: “Established last century and abandoned two decades ago, this school witnessed eight documented suicides from the teaching building’s rooftop.”

The camera shifted to reveal the shadowy silhouette of the structure swallowed by starless darkness, the oppressive night amplifying the narrative’s chill.

“…Legends claim these students were ghost-possessed. The spirit? A victim of bullying. Tonight, dear viewers, we’ll uncover the truth!”

As Ye Linlang watched, the team began penetrating the campus grounds.

“I’ve never gifted this channel,” she mused, sucking her candy. “That girl works hard hunting phantoms. Why not give her… a real supernatural phenomenon?”

With 600,000+ viewers, her intrusion would go unnoticed—perfect for clandestine mischief. Yet inexperience gave her pause. “Better handle this personally. Easier to troubleshoot on-site.”

—Had Jiang Yao known her “gift,” she’d have recoiled in horror.

“First times can’t be avoided.”

Leaving a perfect doppelgänger watching the stream, Ye Linlang addressed the air: “System: teleport me to No. 3 Middle School’s rooftop in Hanzhou City. Erase all traces.”

【Teleportation: 1 Fantasy Point. Concealment: 1 Fantasy Point. Total: 2. Confirm?】

“Confirm.”

She blinked out, reappearing instantly on the windswept rooftop a thousand kilometers away.

“Few know me well enough to suspect anything. Best keep my human façade—the clone’s my alibi.”

Her ordinary physique reminded her: a puppetmaster must stay anonymous. Even trivial suspicions could unravel her game when supernatural occurrences multiplied.

Jiang Yao’s narration omitted details. Bracing against the chill, Ye Linlang spent 1 Fantasy Point. The system flooded her vision with archives—incident reports, bullying records, every secret the school ever buried.

"System, well done! Now I feel more assured about what comes next."

She murmured softly, her eyes lingering on the school gate’s direction. While she could blink onto the rooftop instantly, the live stream host remained visible below, laboriously scaling the barrier.

Returning her attention to the documents, Ye Linlang focused on polishing the crude plan that had flashed through her mind.

The data was static, the system unyielding – only her decisions could breathe life into them. This was precisely why the Consciousness of Heaven had selected her.

Initially, Ye Linlang had considered playing the "ghost" herself, but dismissed it as beneath her stature. If she personally intervened for such trivial roles now, even mastering cloning techniques later would prove insufficient.

—Besides, such busywork would permanently destroy her cherished leisure.

Ultimately, she settled for the second option of using illusions. After all, visions shaped by Fantasy Points appeared utterly real to ordinary people.

With this determination, Ye Linlang began crafting her inaugural specter.

"Campus ghost tales feel too contemporary – mere disposable thrills… Since I’m creating this, maximum impact is essential."

"Oh? This school stands atop a burial ground? Now that’s intriguing."

Unaware of her superhuman reading speed, Ye Linlang abandoned her original concept of a student ghost.

Schools built on graves weren’t unusual – especially in Hanzhou City where ancient relics surfaced with every shovel strike.

Yet this site held peculiar significance.

For centuries, it had served as a mass grave, countless bodies moldering beneath the soil. Earlier records offered only fragmented hints about its pre-graveyard purpose.

But Ye Linlang knew. Before becoming a mass grave, this was a family burial site for a prosperous clan eight centuries past.

"A mass grave layered over ancestral tombs, veiling eight hundred years of forgotten tales… With proper design, these bones could support an entirely new worldview."

"System, do you comprehend my current undertaking?" Her voice quivered with restrained excitement.

[Unknown.]

The response came mechanically – programs neither lied nor speculated.

"I’m forging history itself." Ye Linlang chuckled lowly, tilting her head contemplatively. "Cooperating with the world consciousness isn’t terrible. Compared to salvation, reshaping perspectives excites me more."

[System lacks comprehension.]

"This world mirrors my former one – stagnant, its ordinary people trudging through ant-like existences."

"Though brimming with potential, they remain shackled by societal constraints. The Awakening of Spiritual Energy… should it succeed, might shatter these chains."

Only the wind heard her soliloquy on the deserted rooftop.

In this moment, her purpose transcended mere duty. She would act because she chose to – and because she could.

The grand vision of elevating all humanity might yet transcend fantasy here.

As she mused, her fingers danced across the holographic keyboard, fleshing out skeletal concepts into vivid narratives.

During the school’s construction, most graves had been exhumed – coffins disintegrated, remains cremated.

Except one deeply interred coffin, accidentally unearthed during foundation work.

Centuries had preserved its structure remarkably. Within lay a bridal corpse in crimson garments, features startlingly lifelike until exposure transformed it into desiccated remains.

Superstitious workers had consulted a feng shui master. Following his instructions, they sun-baked the coffin for days before its fiery destruction.

Contemporary newspapers documented the event, but the flames consumed all answers about the corpse’s mysterious preservation.

"Perfect foundation."

Her slender fingers blurred across the interface, weaving a six-thousand-word framework per minute, each concise sentence dense with chilling details.

Every school accumulates tragedies – this one’s eight student suicides over forty years weren’t ghostly substitutions, just wretched coincidences.

The Spirit Seeking team’s bullying narrative about these deaths would never air now – her ghost in red would preemptively terrify them.

Under Ye Linlang’s orchestration, Jiang Yao’s team would become pioneers witnessing supernatural resurgence, while sixty thousand live stream viewers watched breathlessly.

"Preparation complete." She dusted her palms.

This was merely a trial run.

Fabrication came effortlessly – she could layer terrifying authenticity onto the scarlet specter’s legend with casual strokes.

"Novices deserve patience for unexpected mishaps."

Though her lies were false, the embedded terror felt real. Let them struggle to separate truth from fiction – with Fantasy Points, she controlled both reality and illusion.

Were time not pressing, Ye Linlang might have savored developing this scheme over years. But urgency dictated immediate action.

The countdown had already begun.