Back home, Kathleen, who had been exhausted for days, had already gone to rest. Emil, however, silently walked towards the room that should have belonged to him, following the memory of his body.
Pushing open the door, it was a small bedroom, but thankfully, it was very clean and even had an en-suite bathroom.
Standing by the window and looking out, one could see the back streets of Hell's Kitchen.
In broad daylight, over a dozen provocatively dressed women were already standing on the street soliciting customers, and in the slightly deeper alleys, occasional abrupt screams would ring out—likely some unlucky soul being ambushed.
This was truly a "great" place for robbery and plunder!
Emil lay on the bed with a trace of surprise and doubt, hesitated for a moment, then got up and closed all the street-facing windows.
Perhaps it was because he had just merged with this body, he didn't even eat dinner; he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In his dream, an extremely cold energy fluctuation slowly spread from Emil's body, gradually expanding from the bed to cover the entire building.
A three-dimensional map of the building appeared in Emil's mind; everything within the reach of his Yin Power could be constantly reflected in his deepest consciousness.
The entire building became Emil's kingdom; he was the sole King!
When Emil fell into a deep sleep, everyone in the building, for some unknown reason, simultaneously began to have nightmares.
The nightmare was like an infinitely dark space that swallowed this cheap apartment building located in Hell's Kitchen.
From every corner of the apartment, countless Vengeful Ghosts and Wandering Spirits seemed to subtly crawl out from the depths of hell.
Subsequently, a terrifying mental fluctuation very slowly drilled into the minds of everyone in the building; everyone fell into a desperate illusion.
If Emil had not yet realized his abilities and intentionally controlled them, it is likely that no living person would have survived in this apartment building, which had already transformed into a place of cursed grievance.
However, the only one unaffected by the supernatural events occurring outside was Emil, who was surrounded by radiating Yin Power.
He felt nothing out of the ordinary, and just like his previous life, he could sleep soundly until the next morning once he fell asleep.
It wasn't until late morning that Emil yawned and naturally opened his eyes in bed, waking up.
During his sleep last night, he seemed to have had a dream—a dream that was both dreamlike and illusory, yet incredibly real.
In the World of the dream, wisps of black mist emanated from his body, and powerful resentful Yin Power energy enveloped the entire apartment building.
The apartment building was steeped in the dark mist, as if it had instantly experienced countless years; all objects became so ancient.
Under the erosion of resentful Yin Power, everything here became dilapidated.
The pages of newspapers and books in the bedroom turned yellow, then completely became a black mass of charcoal.
The oil paintings on the walls began to bubble, and the walls began to peel and crack...
The corrosion of the Yin Power made the entire building seem as if a thousand years had passed; thick dust accumulated on the mirrors, shattered windows let in gusts of cold wind, stirring the cobwebs in the nooks and crannies to drift with the wind.
In such a passage of time, it was a miracle that the apartment building could still barely maintain its terrifying ruins, rather than completely collapsing.
Through the empty window sill, a strange light still shone in from the outside World.
This light was not the Sun of morning or noon, nor the moonlight of night, but a dim, deathly glow, like a sunset, filled with an aura of destruction and apocalypse.
In Emil's dream, this apartment building became too sinister, too eerie... as if it were not of the human World, but a true human purgatory dominated by Vengeful Ghosts from the underworld...
Following the black mist that permeated everywhere, Emil's consciousness gradually became incredibly clear; every rustle and stir in the apartment building appeared in his mind.
He could clearly "see" the dream of his sister, Kathleen.
Kathleen's dream World was even more terrifying than the hellish apartment.
It was a desolate wilderness, where the Sun could not be seen, and grey-White ashes fell from the sky; the ground was a dark, withered land of bones, lifeless and chillingly quiet, enough to drive one mad...
Kathleen stood in a daze, surrounded only by an endless barren wilderness, with not a blade of grass.
The skulls on the ground gnashed their jaws, their sharp teeth exposed as if ready to devour someone.
The pale Sun in the sky cast a dismal light; between heaven and earth, apart from the ashes of all things burnt to nothingness drifting with the wind, there was no sign of life, so stifling that one could barely breathe.
Panic rose in Kathleen's heart; she ran frantically, fleeing into the distance, wishing only to escape this terrifying place.
But no matter how long she ran, it was of no use; the hazy sky and earth showed no change.
This was a cursed World, devoid of any vitality except the breath of death.
Emil was an only child in his previous life, and he had felt a fondness for his beautiful sister in this body from the very beginning.
Seeing Kathleen at her wit's end, her eyes revealing despair and horror, Emil became alarmed.
He looked down at his palms, which glowed with a pearly, moon-White sheen; no floating dust or skeletons could affect his body.
Ashes passed through his body, falling to the ground and igniting into faint, dark Fire.
The skeletons on the ground moved their upper and lower jaws, but they could not tear even a shred of flesh from Emil's body.
An incomprehensible epiphany arose in Emil's heart; he understood that this World was not illusory.
This was the place of cursed grievance he had created, and all harm caused in this dream would be truly reflected in the real World.
If Kathleen died in the dream, then her body in reality would also be deprived of life.
Yes, Emil had not fully resurrected.
Whether it was Wu Di, who was pierced to death by the holy spear of longinus in his previous life, or Emil, who mysteriously disappeared in this World and was later found dead in the outskirts of New York, both had actually already died.
The physical body Emil had felt before was an illusory existence.
He was not a living person, but a Vengeful Ghost who had fortunately escaped the laws of the Heavenly Dao's reincarnation, a Wandering Spirit, a ghost existing in this World by virtue of Yin Power.
"No!" Emil's eyes projected a ghostly green Fire, and he spread his arms, roaring at the sky.
He did not want to be a ghost, did not want to become an undead, half-alive anomaly.
He certainly did not want to harm his beautiful sister of this body, whom he had only met today.