My magic panel is too numerical.

[Rationality -1, Knowledge +1, Custom Points +1]

[Note: There's nothing I can do about being sleepy; classes are just that boring.]

"Pharos?"

"Pharos! I remember saying last time that if you continue to sleep in class, then I'll have to ask you to leave."

Castilian Port City, Dawn Town, Holy Temple Academy Classroom.

The balding old teacher glared angrily at the brown-haired youth in front of him.

He was handsome in appearance, but unfortunately he lost the youthful vigor that only young people have.

"I'm sorry, Mr. William, this...this will not happen again."

Pharos suddenly stood up, opened his eyes with dark circles under them, and his brows still had that unchanging relaxed look.

"Now, please leave my classroom!"

Mr. William's forehead veins bulged; he had lost count of how many times Pharos had said "this is the last time."

Does this kid have no future?

How could a perfectly healthy student turn into this after getting sick?

"Do you think you're like the young lady of the Moretti family? She skips classes, but she's a magical genius! What about you?"

After Mr. William finished speaking, the students around him unconsciously looked at the only empty seat in the classroom.

Fortunately, get out of class wasn't over yet, and Mr. William added with a complicated expression:

"You got another part-time job from the detective agency this morning, didn't you? I think you should get back to work! Graduation exams are next month, and with your grades, getting into magic university won't be easy."

The morning mist gradually dissipated, but the rain continued to drizzle.

As Pharos stepped out of the classroom, he was greeted by a jumble of Gothic buildings that stretched across the city, with a towering clock tower hidden in the gray clouds in the distance.

Strange and familiar.

A crow, a dead crow, silently gripped the metal railing, its ribs clearly visible in its chest, its rotting internal organs slowly oozing out.

Having traveled to this point in time, Pharos has come to the sober realization that he is no longer an Earthling named Li Su and that he can never go back.

Of course, he didn't want to go back either.

Should I go back to Earth and become that art student who can't find a job?

Pharos prefers to accept his new identity: a genius who can see the dead, the detective's right-hand man, and the owner of this rotting raven.

A crow flew to his side, and Pharos stretched out his arm.

Available Points: 1

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit 1; Soul 9]

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 1; Skills 0]

[Body: Strength 1; Agility -1; Charisma 0]

[Prayer: Element 0; Prayer 0; Response 0]

[Passive Skill "Raven's Soul": For each skill that reaches 10 points, you can draw a skill of the corresponding attribute.]

"Huh? I slept in class, and my knowledge actually increased a little?"

"That's because I listened to the lecture! You damned human, you have absolutely no responsibility towards yourself!"

A girl's voice came from the crow's beak.

Pharos shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. I can't understand it, and I'm the only one who can see you. So we'll just tie ourselves together."

Half a month ago, the original owner was on the verge of death due to a serious illness. Fortunately, with the help of her family, she was able to wake up and her soul was replaced by Li Su.

The problem is that Li Su didn't inherit all of the original owner's knowledge, so his chances of getting into a magic university are almost zero.

Perhaps it's because he's already died once.

This body possesses an extremely high level of "spirit," and the ability to see the dead led him to meet Miss Raven.

With Miss Raven's help, Pharos opened the panel.

As a result, he found a part-time job as a detective's assistant, which served as a backup plan for himself.

Unlike the detective agencies on Earth that catch cats, dogs, and mistresses.

Pharos works part-time at the Wayne Detective Agency, a ghost-hunting agency that specializes in handling strange events and injuries caused by ghosts.

"That damn old man William, his classes are so boring! I regret making the deal with you now!"

Walking down the street, Miss Crow's black wings crossed in front of her chest, her feathers swaying incessantly.

"trade?"

"Damn you, Pharos, have you forgotten again?" Miss Raven puffed out her chest indignantly. "We made a promise: I'd help you get into the magic academy you've always dreamed of, and you'd help me regain my original body! We made that contract just a week ago!"

Upon hearing this, Pharos remembered.

"But in reality, besides helping me with my lessons, you haven't done anything else!" Pharos yawned again. "Miss Raven, why do you seem like a eunuch who's more worried than the emperor?"

"Eunuch... what is that?" Miss Crow ignored the strange question. "Never mind, I've done a calculation for you. As long as your combined 'intelligence' and 'physical' stats reach 10, you have a real chance of getting into magic university."

She pointed to the "Intelligence" and "Physical" panels with colorful black feathers.

"But the high school entrance exam is next month. Do we really have a chance?" Pharos raised an eyebrow, expressing his doubt.

Now that he has found a job, he's only going to university if he can, and it doesn't matter if he can't.

Miss Crow got anxious.

She never expected that after attending classes for her contractor for a week, she would only gain a little bit of attribute value.

Although Pharos was a genius in the realm of "spirit," he was an utterly useless piece of trash in every other aspect.

In despair, she looked at her last straw, the "Raven's Soul," and gritted her teeth, saying:

"Don't you still have one free attribute point? Every time your attribute breaks through 10 points, you can draw the corresponding skill. Why don't you try that?"

Pharos fell silent.

Drawing skills is undoubtedly a gamble, as this is the only custom attribute point I've gained in the past two weeks.

This is what Miss Crow earned by listening to boring lessons day after day.

"But if you get a useless skill, then... all those two weeks of lessons will have been for nothing?" Pharos said.

These words were like rubbing salt into Miss Crow's wound.

Miss Crow was on the verge of tears:

"Waaah... It must be because the crow's brain is too small that I'm clinging to you like a lifeline! If I don't get it, I'm doomed! Hurry up and draw it!"

Pharos didn't hesitate and touched the "Spirit" column with his finger.

[Soul +1, Custom Points -1]

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit 1; Soul 10]

[Note: You specialize in the soul; you have many ideas, but be careful not to come across anything unclean.]

[Passive skill "Raven's Soul" triggered, skill acquisition in progress...]

[Acquire skill: "Soul Devourer"]

[Soul Devourer: Consumes "Spirit" points to devour "Wraiths". After digesting the spirit, gain one point of the opponent's highest attribute.]

"F...Faffaros! You seem to have won the lottery!" Miss Raven's beak was half open, her eyes fixed on the "Soul Devouring" skill.

So-called vengeful spirits.

After every living being in this world dies, their soul floats out of their body in a state of being without a master, and dissipates after seven days.

Most of these spirits are harmless, but if they learned some powerful magic or were extremely powerful "spirits" in their previous life, they will turn into vengeful ghosts.

Pharos initially thought it was just so-so.

Because you only have one chance to gain attribute points when using a skill.

But thinking about it carefully... something seems off; it must have happened more than once!

"Oh my God... it seems like panel items can be deducted to negative numbers!"

Pharos gasped.

"Ta-da...the most urgent thing is to find a test subject right away!"

Miss Raven jumped excitedly on Pharos's arm, as if she could see her own body waving at her.

"But where can we find vengeful spirits?" Miss Crow was excited, but then she began to worry about another problem.

Vengeful spirits are like rats in the sewers! Disgusting, troublesome, and fast-moving, they suddenly appear to make their presence known, making them difficult to find.

She frantically flapped her wings, afraid that even this glimmer of hope would slip away.

"Wait, Miss Raven, have you forgotten this?"

Pharos gradually raised the corners of his mouth and took out a letter.

"Ah! This is the letter the detective agency sent you this morning?" Miss Crow's eyes widened.

"I was feeling annoyed this morning because our detective seems to be in trouble again."