novellk Chapter 564: Ghostbusters (XVII)
Chapter 564: Ghostbusters (XVII)
"Whee~! Giddyup, pony!"
Nightmare let out a distressed neigh as ’Sunny’ roughly grabbed his adamantine horns, forcing him to gallop through the cobblestone passageways of Fyxestroll Garden. Seated on a saddle — one that he dubbed the Overpriced Saddle — he laughed madly while his tenebrous steed carried him around at breathtaking speeds.
From afar, three girls were carefully gazing at the scene before them. Sushang whispered:
"You’re telling me he got possessed by a lecher ghost?"
Guinaifen shrugged.
"That’s what Huo squared said... Huo squared?"
Looking down, the Legacy found the shorter Foxian girl to be shaking uncontrollably as she stared at ’Sunny’ and his fearsome horse...
The horse?
"Th—That thing—! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, keep that thing away from me!"
Guinaifen covered the frightened girl’s mouth. Turning to Sushang, she tentatively asked.
"We just have to keep him in Fyxestroll Garden... but how are we supposed to do that?"
Even if he wasn’t riding his terribly horrific steed, his mere strength was enough to end their lives if he were to simply bump into them hard enough. It was clearly unwise to get in his way... but if they didn’t, he might leave Fyxestroll Garden and sow chaos.
Sushang paused for a long moment, before an idea struck her mind.
"I could call a superior? Ah, we could probably ask Madam Hanya for help."
Guinaifen snapped her fingers.
"That’s a great idea! We should call her right now— where did he go?"
Sushang looked around for a moment, before pursing her lips.
"Craaaaaaap—"
***
’Sunny’ shuffled through his belongings within the Mimic, which had expanded drastically upon his Ascendance. His legs hung out of the toothed chest, flailing around as he reached for one of his most prized possessions. Slipping out, he stared at his hands with a bright smile.
In them, was one large jug of maple syrup.
Uncorking the lid, he lifted it up... and poured it over his head. Sticky sweetness soaked into his raven hair and marble skin, seeping into the various layers of the Silent Mist. He let out a satisfied moan as he pressed a few buttons on his phone.
The phone rang... and rang... and rang... then, it beeped.
"Hey~ I’m can’t really respond right now, so just leave a message! Bye!"
’Sunny’ blinked.
March was still ghosting him... well, who cared?
"I’m so sticky and sugary right now March, it’s amazing! This is a tribute! I know you want to eat! Me! Up! Because who wouldn’t?"
’And send.’
She was going to love that. Licking his skin, Sunny snickered.
’She’s going to be so mad when I eat myself first!’
Just as he was about to take the first bite, his head suddenly froze in place. He tried to push, but he couldn’t budge whatsoever. He felt something digging into his skin...
’Strings? I’m not into this kind of play...’
"Kiddo, what are you making a ruckus for?"
His lightless eyes widened at the familiar voice, before glimmering with an excited sheen as Kafka came into view. Now that he thought about it, it looked like he ended up in Exalting Sanctum at some point...
Not that it mattered. After all...
"Spiderman!"
The gorgeous woman raised her sunglasses, peering at him with magenta eyes. Her mouth opened for a moment, but nothing came out. So, ’Sunny’ gushed:
"Look! I’m just as sticky as you now, Spiderman! No... even stickier! Call me the Syrup Lord if you know what’s good for you!"
Kafka raised a brow, genuinely taken aback. She was here because Silver Wolf said that she saw ’Sunny’ running around harassing people from the back of a horse through the cameras across the Luofu, which was then accompanied by a script from Elio telling her to prevent him from possibly causing the extinction of the human race — because that was genuinely a possibility, interestingly enough.
So, she had expected a lunatic. She did get one, in the end, but this wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. She wasn’t going to brag, but she practically raised this little Devil herself, teaching him most of what she knew — and some of what Blade and Sam knew, too.
So, she could confidently say that he didn’t seem too different. Rather, it was more like his logic and teenage angst were thrown out the window. It was quite refreshing, actually.
Though, just a little concerning. Considering his brain damage from back then...
Kafka smiled anyways.
"Alright then, Syrup Lord. I’d love to play, but the feds are going to be here any second now. Know how to swing?"
’Sunny’ tried to tilt his head, but physically couldn’t. She got the message, though. Pulling out a slip of paper, she read of the script.
"You know that Dan Heng boy? Well, turns out he’s actually a princess in need of saving from the big bad Bladie. I heard he’s being locked in a tower in... New York? Which is somewhere that way. You know who else saves damsels in New York... wherever that is?"
’Sunny’ gaped, mouth hanging open as a revering whisper escaped his lips.
"Spiderman...!"
Kafka chuckled.
"Got it in one. Now get to swinging, Syrup Lord."
As her thread Memory loosened around him, ’Sunny’ stared at his palm, before clenching his fist.
"Anyone can wear the mask..."
Flicking his wrist, a perfect replica of Kafka’s webs shot out — formed from shadow rather than... whatever bodily fluid produced her own webs. The black web latched on to a building, flinging ’Sunny’ along with it as he screamed.
Kafka’s gaze grew a little soulless as she watched her student disappear in the night using her own Aspect Ability... somehow.
’Wasn’t there supposed to be a Fourth Step...’