Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

The rebel ghost stared at the gigantic weapon in Lilly's hands.

That was supposed to be ‘just a little’ beating up? "All you know is violence, and nothing else!" He flared up in anger, a thought seeming to come to him as he said in a pained voice, "Hitting me every time | don't listen! Is there anything else you even know how to do? If | was as smart as you were, you'd have no right to discipline me!" The harem spirit and unlucky ghosts stuck their heads out of the spirit jar to eavesdrop, shaking their heads. "There's no hope for this kid." He really was so stubborn. They'd questioned him for days on end, even beating him up. They'd pretty much tried everything...

but could not find a way for him to talk in the end.

Lilly gave it some thought. "Alright, | won't beat you! How about this..." "I've got another disobedient ghost on me, how about you get in there and spend five minutes with it? If you last five minutes, I'l let you go." All he had to do was stay there for five minutes to gain freedom? That simple? Malignant spirits were the most powerful spirits in the world. The rebel ghost knew that he was not the most powerful malignant spirit there was, but thought that five minutes would be no problem.

The rebel ghost narrowed his gaze. "Promise?" Lilly nodded. "Promise!" The rebel ghost said, "Alright, you're on!" Lilly reminded, "Remember to shout for help if you can't take it!" The rebel ghost scoffed. What was there to not take! So what, even if it was a ghost general or ghosts lord he was dealing with? The rebel ghost was nothing but confident. Lilly picked him up, and threw him into the Palace of the Ruler of Hell.

King Libra was in there, drained from all the cursing and shouting he had been doing. He had gone from violent and aggressive, to resentful and indignant.

There was a chain in the palace attached to his feet, making him feel nothing but humiliated.

Yet he knew he could not just back down like this. All he had to do was restore a third of his energy, and he'd be able to flip the palace upside down for sure.

Yet there was nothing in the empty palace, not even a shred of aura that he could feed on.

If only there was a ghost for him to usurp now.

Just as King Libra was thinking to himself, a malignant spirit was hurled into the palace with a thump! King Libra's eyes lit up. He stared at the rebel ghost, as if he was a predator seeing its prey for the first time.

Before the rebel ghost could adjust to his surroundings, he felt a pair of cold, murderous eyes on him! Before he could even react, the ‘thing’ pounced on him with a howl! The rebel ghost's chest lurched. "What the hell!" Why did he feel like he was being hunted down by the god of death?! The rebel ghost got a fright, running for his life.

King Libra was held down by the chain and could not kill with just one blow, but getting to the rebel ghost was merely a piece of cake! "My, my, my... Come here, you little thing! | promise I'll swallow you in one swift move, you won't feel the slightest bit of pain!" King Libra smirked coldly.

He pounced once again, reaching out... and grabbing one of the rebel ghost's ankles.

Then, without hesitation, he opened his mouth to bite down hard! The rebel ghost was scared out of his wits.

This was unlike the beating that he had gotten from the harem spirit and the rest! The rebel ghost could clearly tell that the harem spirit and the rest had only been interrogating him. They were not beating him up to kill him.

But this ghastly, monstrous thing in front of him was going to eat him for real! "Help..." The rebel ghost had forgotten all about the five-minute bet.

He couldn't even last five seconds.

As his scream rang through the air, he was sucked out by a black whirlpool with a whoosh! King Libra chomped down on nothing, nearly taking out his jaw from the force.

He had been fooled?! King Libra howled out in resentment! The rebel ghost stood outside in a state of terror, listening to King Libra shriek and howl.

How terrifying! He had really almost been gone! The weakling spirit chuckled. "We really overestimated him by giving him five minutes. He couldn't even last five seconds." The harem spirit shook her head. "Sigh. So young and fit, but sadly a minute man." The other spirits were speechless.

Blake, who could hear the ghosts now at last, was speechless.

The rebel ghost had not returned to his senses yet, and could hardly hear the harem's spirit teasing him.

His face was pale. "What... what is that..." Lilly responded, "Not much... He's just a ruler of hell that I've got locked down there for causing chaos.” Hold on. This was pretty big news.

She had locked a ruler of hell up... who was she, then? Why did she have a palace for that? Aruler of hell who caused chaos... and she had been able to lock him up? The rebel ghost stared at Lilly, terrified and confused. "Who are you, really?" Lilly beamed at him. "Just a regular ghost-catcher!" The rebel ghost was speechless.

Lilly asked again, "Can you tell me now? If you don't, I'll just have to lock you in the Palace of the Ruler of Hell, and | won't let you go this time..." The rebel ghost was speechless.. He thought of himself confidently agreeing to last five minutes there...

How embarrassing.

He said, with utmost reluctance, "I'll tell you..." Blake's gaze flashed mockingly. Oh, to be rebellious...

The rebel ghost knew deep down that the other spirits would not do too much with him, and that was why he was not afraid.

But when it came to life and death, of course he would never dare to rebel.

The rebel ghost said, "My name's Hank Channing... | lived in Novak City. | learnt how to play games with my classmates in middle school." That was when technology had just started innovating, and the best phone a kid from a wealthy family could have was one with a touchscreen, with the best, latest games installed on it.

Hank sat next to the wealthiest student in class. He got addicted to the games on his deskmate's phone, and ran home to his parents demanding for them to buy him a phone of his own.