Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

Actually, I didn't really like drinking coffee before.

The waiter poured himself a cup of coffee and then took a small sip.

He continued with a smile, "Back then, I thought coffee was so bitter, and milk tea was much more comfortable. I didn't know how people who drank coffee could stomach it."

"But it wasn't until I met that person that I began to understand the unique taste of coffee."

"..."

Spider-Man listened to the incomprehensible nonsense uttered by the waiter in front of him.

I was filled with frustration.

Given his personality, he would have already taken action; he wouldn't have given the other party a chance to waste time on empty talk. But...

Thinking of this, the Spider-Man glanced almost imperceptibly at the customers in the store who were staring at him with strange looks.

The customers inside the store seemed different from those queuing outside; these people seemed... still alive?

That's right.

These people gave Spider-Man the feeling of being animals emanating a faint life force, rather than being like the people queuing outside who had lost their human aura and were just empty shells.

"That's troublesome."

Spider-Man's heart sank.

If these customers in the store are still "alive," it will greatly affect his subsequent actions.

According to the laws of the Alliance, one of the key rules that the Night Watchers must follow when dealing with strange events is to protect the people of the Alliance.

While these allied citizens are still "salvageable," even if the supernatural entity escapes, priority should be given to protecting those innocent citizens who have been innocently implicated in the supernatural event.

Although Spider-Man agrees with this rule, his primary task is no longer to catch the waiter in front of him, but to "save" the Alliance citizens in the store as much as possible.

The man dressed as a waiter was the manager of the coffee shop and also the spokesperson for a certain cult of cult members mentioned in the intelligence.

Don't be fooled by the fact that those cultists possess bizarre abilities that countless people dream of. These abilities are not omnipotent. There are some things that they cannot accomplish with their bizarre abilities alone, and the most important of these is making money!

Although the cultists with bizarre abilities are considered "superhuman" in the eyes of humans, even "superhumans" need to live, and they don't want a simple life, but a life of luxury.

While the cultists may be able to seize the wealth of the rich through their own abilities, this will only make them "rich" for a short time. In the long run, those who have had their wealth taken will only stand more firmly on the side of the alliance and will resent the existence of the cultists from the bottom of their hearts.

It's important to understand that while some of these wealthy people inherited their wealth from their parents' generation, the majority of them are capable, resourceful, and decisive.

If the actions of the cultists push these wealthy people too far, it will only have a significant impact on the development of the cult. After all, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

For cultists who want to change the world, this short-sighted act of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is undoubtedly contrary to their long-standing practices.

Furthermore, some cultists who possess "superhuman" powers disdain engaging in such "bandit-like" behavior. However, some cultists still do such acts, as outright robbery is indeed simple and brutal. Although doing so would bring them greater trouble, not all cultists are "normal" in their thinking.

Therefore, most cultists generally adopt a "win-win" approach to obtain what they want.

Thus, under these circumstances, the "spokesperson" came into being.

In order to avoid being tracked down by the eerie aura of the cultists by the Night Demons, their representatives are usually just ordinary people who have been "chosen". The way the cultists communicate with their representatives is always very secretive, so as long as the representative is not exposed to the Night Demons, they generally will not know that the representative is a representative of the cultists.

Of course, even the most meticulous plans can have oversights, which can happen anywhere.

The spokesperson's role is simply to act as a bridge between the cultists and wealthy individuals who are merely "ordinary people."

However, the reason why some spokespeople are willing to associate with the cultists is mostly because they have their eyes on the strange objects in the hands of the cultists.

After all, for some people, strange objects are much safer than eeriness.

However, this would violate the principle of keeping a low profile that the cultists initially adhered to.

After all, if the spokesperson possesses a strange object, they will also be targeted by the Night Demon.

Nevertheless, many cultists are still willing to bestow some useless magical items from their bodies upon their representatives.

To those people, the so-called spokesperson is nothing more than a dog they keep. If this dog gets targeted because it's showing off the bone in its mouth, then it deserves it.

Anyway, if one spokesperson dies, they can just find another one; it's just a bit more troublesome.

However, not all representatives of the Trickster Cult are willing to be dogs under the enemy's control because of the Trickster.

One such situation is that some spokespeople willingly become pawns of the other side out of admiration, faith, respect, or other reasons.

Spider-Man looked at the undisguised admiration in the other person's eyes as he spoke, and he immediately realized that this guy was clearly a brainwashed spokesperson.

These kinds of guys are the most terrifying and the most difficult to deal with.

At this moment, the cultist's representative, who was dressed as a waiter but was actually the manager of the coffee shop, smiled slightly, revealing a kind smile on his face.

"When I first met him, it was in a coffee shop. At that time, I was an office worker who worked from nine to nine and had to buy coffee for my boss and pick up takeout every day."

As she spoke, the other person seemed lost in memories, her eyes appearing slightly unfocused.

"If I hadn't met that person, I'd probably just be a slightly more sophisticated office worker by now."

At this point, he picked up his coffee and slowly took a small sip.

"We who come from the bottom of the alliance, our growth process from childhood to adulthood is like this cup of coffee. It tastes bitter. But as someone said, although life is bitter, as long as you add something sweet to yourself from time to time, life will not seem so bitter anymore."

As he spoke, he added a spoonful of sugar to the coffee and then stirred it gently.

"I really like what that person once said: 'What I'm tasting isn't coffee, but my past life.'"

After saying that, he lifted the coffee, which had completely blended with the sugar, and took another sip.

"After getting used to the taste of coffee, every sip brings a sense of comfort. On a cold winter day or when you are tired, a cup of hot coffee can bring warmth and comfort, and make you feel a moment of peace and relaxation."

"..."

At this moment, Spider-Man really wants to say that he has absolutely no interest in all of your nonsense about coffee.

However, after thinking about it, he decided to wait until the other party finished rambling before making any plans.

As a spokesperson for the cultists, especially one who idolizes them, he is even more insane than the cultists themselves—a madman among madmen.

Spider-Man, who had some understanding of madmen, knew very well that it was best not to disturb them when they were spouting nonsense.

However, the coffee in the other person's hand smelled quite good, completely different from the coffee I had drunk before.

At this moment, the spokesperson glanced at the coffee in front of Spider-Man, then gently pushed the coffee towards him, smiled slightly, and said, "What? You don't like coffee?"

Upon hearing this, Spider-Man glanced at the coffee in front of him, then at the spokesperson who was expecting him to drink it, and was speechless.

Who would willingly drink coffee prepared for them by their enemy?

That's just asking for trouble!

After a moment of silence, Spider-Man realized that the other person seemed to have moved on from that obsessive memory of worship. So, he thought for a moment and said with a somber expression, "I know I won't get anything out of someone like you."

"So I don't expect to find out what the cultist behind you is plotting from you."

At this point, the spider-man's expression hardened, and he said solemnly, "But... if you release these people in the shop and lift their current status, I can plead with my superiors to get you a life sentence."

As he spoke, the spider-man pointed to the customers in the shop.

At that moment, all the customers in the coffee shop were staring at him with blank and vacant eyes.

Upon hearing Spider-Man's request, the spokesperson smiled again, seemingly with an even more amiable and friendly smile.

"I have never imprisoned these people in my coffee shop, so how can you talk about 'releasing them'?"

As soon as he finished speaking...

The guests, who had previously looked dull and listless, suddenly regained their lively eyes. Then, they all turned away from the spider man and went back to doing their own things.

At this moment, time seems to have turned back to not long ago.

Soft lighting bathed the entire coffee shop, and the aroma of coffee filled the air, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere. Soft music flowed in the air, intertwining with the sound of coffee beans being ground by the coffee machine, adding a charming touch to the surroundings.

A young couple sat on the sofa by the window, chatting intimately. As they spoke, the boy gently stroked the girl's hair, and a smile lingered on their faces. Their eyes revealed their deep love for each other, as if the whole world belonged only to the two of them.

At another table, a man who looked to be in his thirties was intently flipping through a thick book, occasionally pausing to look thoughtful.

Next to the man was a group of young people whose faces still looked somewhat immature. They were laughing and chatting, their voices light and lively, full of youthful energy and vitality.

At first glance, it seems that every customer who comes here is looking for a moment of leisure and happiness in this small coffee shop, whether it is a couple in love, a man reading alone, or a student chatting and laughing with friends.

However, this beautiful scene appeared extremely bizarre in the eyes of the Spider-Man.

Ordinary people can only see this "beautiful" appearance, but in the eyes of Spider Man, a master of demons, these people exude a dark aura that is as despairing and deathly as a ghost.

At this moment, these black wisps of smoke were connected to the "soft" light on the ceiling like "transparent" threads.

Some people are alive, yet they are already dead.

Some people are dead, yet they still live on.

Besides these two situations, there is actually another situation, which is being half-dead.

These four words describe the customers in this coffee shop right now.

After looking around, the spider-man slowly withdrew his gaze, then looked at the still smiling spokesperson and said with a gloomy expression, "It seems you're not planning to seize this opportunity I've given you."

Upon hearing this, the spokesperson smiled and shook his head, but the smile on his face looked somewhat eerie under the "soft" lighting.

"That's not how it works. To be precise, I've already seized the opportunity you gave me. After all, you're not the only one stalling for time."

As soon as he finished speaking...

The customers in the coffee shop immediately began to behave strangely; their faces became distorted and terrifying, and their eyes revealed a strong sense of madness and ferocity.

The couple, deeply in love, suddenly turned against each other, erupting into a frenzied argument. Their words were filled with resentment and malice. Then, the boy's eyes turned blood red, like a blood-red moon. The next second, he lunged at the girl without hesitation, opening his mouth to try and bite her face. The girl screamed in terror and desperately tried to dodge the boy's attack.

The man reading the book had trembling hands. His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he looked at the book in front of him. Then, as if controlled by some force, he began to frantically tear pages from the book, which he then drank down along with the coffee next to him.

The students next to the man also went into a frenzy. They gradually lost their minds and became savage and cruel, staring at each other with malicious eyes as if they wanted to tear each other to pieces.

These terrifying scenes instantly transformed the atmosphere in the coffee shop into something eerie and oppressive.

The Spider-Man's expression changed drastically upon witnessing this scene.

This guy is also stalling for time?

No wonder the other person kept rambling on and on ever since he came in.

Thinking of this, the Spider-Man seemed to have heard something, his face darkened, and he thought to himself.

"broken!"