Chapter 62: The Master of Mysticism Is an Internet Celebrity 1

“I don’t know where I am right now. There aren’t any windows here, and I can’t hear any sounds,” Mu Yin glanced around and shook her head.

“Don’t turn off your phone,” the officer said quickly, instructing a colleague to locate the phone’s signal.

A moment later, they pinpointed the location. “We know where you are. We’re on our way now. Be careful.”

“Alright, thank you,” Mu Yin sighed in relief. She kept the line open, just as the officer advised, and tried to see if she could access any of the original host’s memories. However, too much time had passed—nothing came.

She then recalled how, earlier, her powers had failed when she used characters. Reflecting on the fonts she’d seen while browsing on her phone, she realized they were all traditional Chinese. Perhaps the system didn’t recognize simplified characters simply because they didn’t exist in this world. If she hadn’t spent her whole previous life in ancient times, she might not recognize these traditional forms at all. Thankfully, every world seemed to share the same Chinese and English scripts, though their evolution varied—like in this world.

Tsk. She’d better find a way to study real talismanic scripts; she’d heard they were derived from the laws themselves and surely more powerful than mere characters. In the meantime, she should review the world’s added plot.

She took out her key to access the storyline and discovered this world had supernatural elements. The book’s title was “The Metaphysical Master Is an Internet Celebrity”—it seemed obviously related to metaphysics. The outline confirmed it: a grandmaster from ancient times travels to the modern era and becomes famous live-streaming exorcisms.

Why live-stream? Because the original host was a signed streaming celebrity, timid by nature, yet required to broadcast from haunted locations. During one such stream, she finally encountered a ghost and died of fright—only to have her body occupied by the transmigrated master.

So the audience saw the heroine, previously cowering on the floor, suddenly rise, and—seemingly blessed with divine aid—dispatch the terrifying ghost that had almost scared them to death, all in a matter of moments.

Unlike Blue Star, this world had no post-foundation ban on supernatural beings, so while monsters and spirits were rare, they did exist. People were shocked and terrified when they saw them, but their worldview wasn’t shattered. Concerned for the streamer, they watched as she fainted, only to rise and sweep away all obstacles.

Naturally, this led to overnight fame. She became a top streamer and, thanks to her metaphysical prowess, was treated as an honored guest by the authorities, eventually finding love and living happily ever after.

Tsk, this really was a supernatural story. But such tales were rarely frightening; they were usually about a powerful protagonist defeating weaklings and, occasionally, falling in love. In her last life, Mu Yin hadn’t found a partner, but she’d read many such novels—more than in her apocalypse life—and with wilder imaginations too.

What interested her most was the existence of genuine metaphysical traditions in this world. Perhaps she could systematically study talismanic arts, making her powers even more effective.

Unlike the previous world, she didn’t consider seeking out the heroine to resolve things and reveal the truth. This world’s protagonist had been empowered, transformed from a minor character into a powerhouse. The rewrite was so thorough that the original consciousness was nearly erased, as if she really had transmigrated. If Mu Yin just showed up and claimed the woman wasn’t really transmigrated, but rather forcibly upgraded by an added plot, she’d be dismissed as crazy.

If she wanted to complete her task this time, she needed to surpass the heroine in both metaphysics and fame—and break up her romantic pairing as well.

What a hassle. Mu Yin suddenly missed Qin Chang from her last life, such a good heroine—so easy to deal with, and she’d even helped with the task. Lost in thought, she was startled by a heavy knocking at the door.

The police officer’s anxious voice sounded from the phone. Mu Yin quickly lay down, feigning weakness, and replied, “I hear knocking.” In truth, she was very weak—her leg was still broken, and the original host had clearly been beaten. The pain had been masked by adrenaline before, but now she felt it everywhere.

“We’re coming in now.” She heard the sound of the door being forced open. Mu Yin let herself slip into unconsciousness. Now that the danger was over, exhaustion and pain overwhelmed her, and she allowed herself to rest.

When the police entered and saw the two figures lying on the floor, they were alarmed. The doctor accompanying them checked immediately. Mu Yin was just asleep, much to their relief. The man, however, was severely injured from blood loss and needed an urgent transfusion; his body bore many wounds, his skin torn.

Both were carried away, and the remaining officers began investigating the place. They soon discovered that more than one murder had occurred here—the blood had soaked through the artificially dug basement floor.

In a looser patch in the corner, they unearthed over a dozen skeletons. Mu Yin had no idea how the case was solved; at that moment, she was meeting the original host in a dream.

“Hey, who are you? Why did you steal my body? Give it back!” The original host raged at her, baring her teeth.

“You’re already dead. It’s time to move on,” Mu Yin replied calmly.

“Nonsense! You stole my body!” The original host refused to believe it.

“See for yourself—isn’t your head removable?” Mu Yin, somewhat exasperated, conjured a mirror for her. She wasn’t surprised the host’s spirit lingered, considering the world’s supernatural nature.

The original host, seeing her own disheveled state and the ghastly wound at her neck—clearly severed, with other injuries as well—was stricken. “How could this be, I…”

Because Mu Yin’s possession had included a brief time reversal in the small room, the host’s soul had lingered after death, losing her memories yet retaining the wounds.

Mu Yin glanced at her and decided to help. This time, instead of writing, she injected her power directly with her mind. The host soon remembered everything. “So I really am dead. Who are you? Why did you take over my body? And how was my body restored?”