I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 208 - 208: The Most Unromantic Banshee Ever (Seriously, Who Spits?)

"We are in trouble," Morgane said emotionlessly, yet her subtly shaking hands betrayed her worry. Everyone turned to look at her, startled by her sudden comment, before she continued. "Doppelgängers only have one ability... And it is enough to rank them among the most dangerous ghosts."

The banshee nodded at her explanation, happy they understood they had no chance. "They are smart little bastards who can replicate anyone's appearance, mannerisms and abilities. If you aren't confident to defeat yourself, give up on the kids and come with me." She said, biting her lower lips provokingly and bending forward to emphasise her cleavage.

In response, Adam covered Julius' eyes with his right hand and closed his, avoiding the provocation and falling into deep thoughts. 'Fighting myself will be hard, but with my weapons' enhancements, I'll still have the upper hand in one versus one,' he mused, assuming they couldn't copy his soul-bound blades. The problem came from their numbers, especially if both turned into him.

A deep frown etched itself into his face. 'The situation is tricky. Without a good plan, we won't pass them.' His mind raced,

In response, Adam's lips stretched into a broad smile as he extended his fist and said, "That's the spirit. Don't move too far, or you'll drag me behind."

"Yes!" The boy answered, bumping his fist with his big brother's before taking decisive steps into the swirling mist, disappearing from Morgane and the Banshee's vision.

"Tsk... This fool. I had to wait sixty years for a sane one to reach this place! Argh! So infuriating!" The banshee lamented, stomping the ground with her ethereal feet. This time, she had done everything to hook the fish, going as far as to use her body shamelessly.

Yet the man appeared more irritated than anything.

"You lied to me! Wait till I return, big sis!" She exclaimed, raising her fist and gazing through the mist in anger.

Simultaneously, Morgane fixed her blue eyes on her, placidly asking, "Didn't you say you would watch them die?"

Addressed so casually by the girl who dared to belittle her twice, the ghost's anger flared as she sneered, "Mind your own business and pray for them to return, or I'll turn you deaf with my shrieks!"