After Hacking into the Underworld Forum, I Became a Ghost-Realm Hacker

Other people get cheat abilities when they transmigrate. After I transmigrated, I was hunted by a banknote.

It floated at an intersection. A gust of wind sent it slapping onto my hand, and three seconds later it turned into spirit money, bearing the image of a stooped old man and the denomination "Seven Days": my time of death.

It can't be burned or buried. Every morning, it appears in my pocket right on time.

Then I found a black leather file, and words in blood crawled across it: "Prison Ghost, a ghost that eats ghosts.

Write your name, and it belongs to you."

That night, a life-buying ghost came knocking. Chains suddenly exploded into sound, dragging it inch by inch into the black prison.

The spirit money throughout the room turned to ash, like a snowfall of burnt paper.

My first ghost had arrived.

Now my alias in the ghost-taming world is the most sinister one of all: "Spirit Money."

Others trade their lives for ghosts. I trade ghosts for ghosts: spirit money bribes its way along the shadow road, while white paper money makes people young again. I stash it all in my files as inventory.

An S-rank ghost bus? Slap two spirit notes on its door, and it backs right away.

They ask me what I'm after.

I point to the sealed SSS-rank files. "Sooner or later, every one of these will be a tenant in my prison."

The ghosts want my life? No. I'm the one collecting theirs.