"I’ve figured it out!"

Park Gwang let out a triumphant laugh, his voice echoing through the deathly silent hall.

The remaining participants turned toward him.

The village woman who had been trembling nearby looked up nervously.

"F-Figured out what?"

Park Gwang smirked.

"The secret."

He straightened his wrinkled hospital gown and brushed imaginary dust from his shoulders.

"These female ghosts can be interacted with."

His confidence grew with every word.

"Didn’t you see what happened earlier?"

He pointed toward Shen Yu.

"That rookie."

"Shen Yu clearly won the Head Nurse’s favor."

The others frowned.

Park Gwang crossed his arms proudly.

"Think about it. Women are women, whether they’re alive or dead."

"As long as you have enough charm, they’ll naturally favor you."

The village woman blinked uncertainly.

"R-Really?"

"Of course."

Park Gwang tossed back his hair.

"I participated in idol training back home."

"I’m handsome, charismatic, and experienced."

He glanced toward Shen Yu with obvious disdain.

"If even someone like him can do it, why can’t I?"

His chest swelled with arrogance.

The surrounding participants exchanged uneasy looks.

Something about his logic felt horribly wrong.

But before anyone could argue—

Yang Zhenjin’s expression darkened.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed.

Clearly, she had grown tired of his staring.

Slowly, she raised a finger.

"You."

The hall instantly fell silent.

Park Gwang froze.

Then his face brightened.

The Head Nurse had chosen him.

Sure enough.

He was right.

Yang Zhenjin’s cold voice echoed through the hall.

"Come here."

"Start your repentance."

Park Gwang grinned.

"With pleasure."

He confidently walked forward.

However—

After only two steps—

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

A grotesque nurse blocked his path.

Her entire face was wrapped in bloodstained bandages.

Something squirmed beneath them.

Maggots.

Hundreds of tiny white maggots wriggled through the gaps.

A rotten stench filled the air.

Park Gwang’s smile stiffened.

"Huh?"

His eyes darted toward Yang Zhenjin.

"This isn’t right..."

"Shouldn’t the Head Nurse be interrogating me personally?"

The grotesque nurse tilted her head.

"Repent."

The cold voice drifted from beneath the bandages.

Park Gwang hesitated.

Then his eyes lit up.

He suddenly remembered what Shen Yu had done.

A confident smile returned to his face.

"So that’s all?"

Without hesitation, he reached out.

With one hand, he lifted the nurse’s cap.

Snap.

The cap came off.

The next second—

Park Gwang froze.

His pupils contracted violently.

Underneath the cap wasn’t hair.

Nor a face.

Nor even a skull.

It was a giant exposed brain.

Bright red.

Pulsating.

Throbbing rhythmically like a living heart.

Veins crawled across its surface.

The brain twitched as if breathing.

For a moment, Park Gwang’s entire body turned cold.

"What the hell..."

His hands shook.

He hurriedly shoved the cap back onto her head.

The confidence on his face nearly shattered.

But then—

His expression hardened.

No.

There was no reason to panic.

Even if he couldn’t charm Yang Zhenjin- the head nurse...

Could he not charm a lower-ranking nurse?

What a joke.

Back home, countless girls had admired him.

Compared to romance and seduction, he believed his country stood at the very top.

What Shen Yu could do—

He could do better.

Suppressing his disgust, Park Gwang forced a smile.

Seeing that the nurse wasn’t moving, he boldly stepped closer.

Then—

He cupped her blood-covered face with both hands.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Park Gwang smiled confidently.

"Baby..."

"Be fascinated by me."

"..."

Nothing happened.

His smile widened.

He knew it.

He—

Suddenly—

SHHK!

Two pale hands pierced through his abdomen.

Like knives.

Like spears.

Like claws.

Straight through.

Park Gwang’s eyes widened.

His voice stopped abruptly.

The grotesque nurse’s arms had punched two bloody holes through his stomach.

Blood sprayed across the floor.

"Repent."

The nurse’s voice became colder.

"I told you to repent."

"What are you doing?"

Slowly, she withdrew her hands.

Chunks of flesh fell to the floor.

Park Gwang staggered backward.

His gaze dropped.

Two enormous holes gaped in his abdomen.

Blood poured out endlessly.

"W-Why..."

His legs gave out.

He crashed onto the floor.

The world around him blurred.

His trembling eyes turned toward Shen Yu.

Confusion.

Disbelief.

Jealousy.

Resentment.

All mixed together.

"Why..."

"He could..."

"But I..."

The words never finished.

Blood flooded his throat.

His body twitched violently.

Then went still.

Dead.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Blood slowly spread across the floor.

The rusty scent of fresh death filled the hall.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

The remaining participants stared at Park Gwang’s corpse.

Their faces turned pale.

Then their gazes shifted toward Shen Yu.

Fear slowly appeared in their eyes.

Fujia narrowed his eyes.

"It seems..."

"This E-rank talent isn’t as useless as we thought."

His expression grew serious.

"We can’t copy him."

"What works for Shen Yu doesn’t work for us."

"He has some kind of natural affinity with these monsters."

The others nodded subconsciously.

Even though they hated admitting it.

The facts were right in front of them.

Two people had tried similar methods.

One survived.

One died horribly.

The difference...

Was Shen Yu.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhenjin didn’t even glance at Park Gwang’s corpse.

As if another death meant absolutely nothing.

Her cold gaze swept across the remaining participants.

"Next."

The chilling voice cut through the silence.

No sympathy.

No emotion.

No pause.

Her finger slowly rose.

Then pointed toward the group from Shen Yu’s ward.

"You."

This time, she had chosen the silent long-haired man who had stood quietly since the beginning.

The atmosphere immediately became tense once more.

The man finally stepped forward.

Tall.

Thin.

Calm.

His long black hair hung loosely from beneath the headband.

Most importantly—

There was no fear in his eyes.

Not even a trace.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He walked forward.

Then suddenly dropped to both knees.

Thud.

The sound echoed throughout the hall.

Even Yang Jin seemed surprised.

Several participants exchanged shocked looks.

Too calm.

Far too calm.

This wasn’t the reaction of someone facing death.

A grotesque nurse approached him.

"Repent."

The long-haired man lowered his head.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—

His body began trembling violently.