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nThe Planet of Grotia was a very special one and of an incredibly rare type; rare to the point it was common to not have such a planet in an entire galaxy.

nThere was a special phenomenon that happened on other planets -very rarely- that when someone died, due to strange circumstances, their souls remained on the planet, waiting to find a way to leave.

nThat sort of event was incredibly rare and was in general what gave birth to talks of ghosts and spirits on most planets.

nHowever, on the planet of Grotia, this was not rare at all. When someone died, there was a low, but definite possibility of someone remaining within the planet.

nIt was low enough that it didn’t happen all the time but high enough that 1 in 50 deaths resulted in the creation of a ghost, or what the people of Grotia called a Spirit.

nDuring death, if the dying person had some sort of wish or a strong unfulfilled desire, the planet itself would provide some sort of energy to the escaping soul, surrounding it, stopping it from escaping.

nUntil that shell created by the planet was removed, the soul couldn’t move on to the Realm of Souls.

nNot everyone could see these Spirits, so there were only so many ways to remove that shell. One of the ways was to investigate what the soul wanted and complete its wish, at which point the shell would disappear on its own.

nAnd the person that did it usually called themselves a Spirit Detective.

nNing was now a Spirit Detective. Saʀᴄh the N0ᴠFre.nt website on Ggl to access chapters of nvels early and in the highest quality.

nThe young man named Brenn gave a look of surprise when he heard what Ning was, and so did the two men behind him.

n“A Spirit Detective?” Brenn asked, a look of fascination taking over his face. “You can see Spirits?”

nNing nodded.

n“Ahh… lucky you,” the young man said. “I wish I could too. No one in my family can see Spirits.”

nOnly a select few people could see Spirits, so the number of Spirit Detectives, and other such professions were quite low.

nNing only gave an awkward smile, saying nothing.

n“When did you start seeing them?” the young man asked.

n“About a year ago,” Ning answered. “When I turned 18, I saw the Spirit of an old man in our neighborhood who had died a couple of days ago. He was a sweet old man, and he wanted people to find his son and tell him about the important documents to the house that he had kept hidden in the cellar. I told his son and the old man left.”

n“Woah!” Brenn looked genuinely fascinated. “What powers did you get?”

nNing grinned. “I could produce water from my hands,” he said.

n“Can you show me?” the young man said. “Oh, not here. You’ll get the carriage wet. Outside the window.”

nNing shook his head. “Could,” he said. “Not can.”

n“Oh…” the young man said. “You gave up the power?”

nNing nodded.

n“Not satisfied with making water?”

nNing shook his head. “I wanted more.”

n“So can you do anything right now?” the young man asked.

n“No, that is why I’m going to Whitebridge. I’m hoping a city of that population will have enough Spirit for me to help and get some decent powers.”

n“That’s a good idea,” the young man said.

n“What are you going to the Whitebridge for?” Ning asked Brenn.

n“Oh, Whitebridge is the home ground of us Garrestons. I’m back on vacation from my academy,” the young man said.

n“Ah, I hope you have a wonderful vacation.”

n“Thanks!”

nA few minutes later, they could see the Whitebridge city from the window.

nThe city was an island in the middle of a small sea, called the White Sea, that was inside of the Grand Duchy of Moliya. It was connected by two bridges on either side, both of which were made of limestone and granites, giving the city its name.

nThe two bridges were the only points of entry into the city, and even ships weren’t allowed to go to the City directly. They first had to go through a check near the bridges before they were allowed in.

n“I suppose this is as far as you can take me,” Ning said as he stood up to leave.

n“I’m sorry,” the young man said. “There is a checking here and I can’t let you go with us. You must go through the checkpoint.”

n“Oh, sure, sure. Do not worry,” Ning said. “I’m already thankful that you let me come this far on your carriage. I am grateful.”

n“I hope to see you again soon, mister detective. Farewell.”

nNing waved his hand and watched the carriage go through the bridge. It stopped for a moment for inspection, but a hand popped out from inside, showing some sort of badge that let them go in without any more stopping.

n‘Ah! The privilege of a nobleman,’ Ning thought and got into line.

nThe line to the city wasn’t very long, so he quickly got to the checkpoint where the guard

nasked where he was coming from and what his intentions were.

n“I’m a Spirit Detective. I’m here to find some spirits to help,” Ning answered truthfully.

n“Oh…” the guard said, surprised. “May I see the license?”

n“Of course,” Ning said, producing a piece of metal upon which was carved the figure of a lion with wings, the House symbol of the Duke’s family. Below it was Ning’s name and his

nprofession.

nSpirit Detective.

nOne had to take a test to see if they could work as a Spirit Detective and the System had

nconveniently created the license for him.

nTaking the license was not part of the experiment at all.

n“You may head in,” the guard said and moved aside.

n“Thank you.” Ning walked on, walking through the white bridge, looking at the golden rays

nof sun shining upon the White sea to his left.

nHe smiled as he looked at it for a while and turned around. Since the experiments had started,

nit was time to find out exactly what he was doing here.

n“System, show Status!”

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