Half an hour later, Spectres’ Mansion.0

The fireplace crackled in the mansion's living room, casting dancing shadows across the walls along with the light fixtures. On the large cozy sofa, a blond boy and a silver-haired girl sat in stark contrast to each other.0

Wang Zikai perched on the sofa, barefoot and red-faced, his fingers flying over the controller as he stared wide-eyed at the screen. Fresh Snow curled into herself, chin resting on her knees, eyes narrowed drowsily as she clicked her controller with lazy precision.0

She yawned and tapped another button. K.O. The green-skinned...0