Gojo Satoru retracted his gaze. He couldn’t help but feel that the person before him was about to faint from fright. Am I that scary? He chuckled, flashing his bright white teeth, “Are you a staff member here?” Wandering around the school in the middle of the night, it had to be either security or janitorial staff. He wondered how much of the recent battle this person had witnessed.

Lin Ge was momentarily speechless. The scent grew even stronger as the distance between them closed, rendering him momentarily speechless. So fragrant, what breed of human is this?! Let me sniff, sniff, sniff!

Realizing this was a perfect opportunity to slip away, Lin Ge quickly embraced the role. “Yes, I’m here to clean the corridors.” He decisively claimed the staff identity. “With students around during the day, this work can only be done at night…By the way, was the school hiring someone for demolition? Are they building a new campus here?” As he spoke, Lin Ge shook his head, covering his heart with a scared expression: “You wouldn’t believe it, but those pebbles were flying right past my head.”

“And how did you appear out of nowhere? Is it some kind of special power?” Gojo Satoru was left somewhat befuddled by the barrage of questions from the janitor. He’d never really dealt with aftermath cleanup… “Someone will explain it to you later,” he offered a vague response, waving at the students left on the rooftop. “You can discuss any compensation with them too.”

Lin Ge grinned, revealing his naivete, and gave a long “Oh”. His lips were wet, and, wiping them, he realized it was all shiny liquid—tears streaming from his mouth. Ha ha, ha ha ha!! Gojo Satoru: “…” Did I see it right, is this person drooling over me?

“You…” “Sorry to interrupt, but can I ask you a question?” Lin Ge said coyly, his expression screaming ‘I know I’m being presumptuous, but I have to ask.’ Raising an eyebrow, Gojo Satoru nodded, curious about this severely malnourished person.

Seeing the nod, Lin Ge took a deep breath. “Brother…” “You smell so good.” Gojo Satoru: “?” Unperturbed by Gojo Satoru’s increasingly ugly expression, he continued: “Did you spray some perfume? Like strawberry cupcakes?” While speaking, he kept sniffing deeply. State banquet, state banquet! This is a once-in-a-lifetime feast!

Stepping back, Gojo Satoru’s smile flattened. His look at Lin Ge subtly shifted. The atmosphere froze. Lin Ge blinked. The other’s sharp jawline tensed up, along with his flamboyant hairstyle and the black eye mask, creating an untouchable aura. He zipped his jacket all the way up, covering everything below his neck tightly, but even then, it was clear that the man had unusually pale skin and a very straight posture, which Lin Ge greatly envied. His own body was too thin, barely able to stand up straight.

After a while, realizing he had overstepped, Lin Ge consciously moved back, fingers twined together, head bowed, and suddenly dropped to a kneel: “I’m sorry, I’m really hungry.” He giggled inwardly; actually, it was just too tantalizing.

Compared to strawberry cupcakes, those few trailing soldiers were just pre-dinner snacks, or leftover cold food. If I could eat him and be reborn as a super-rich second generation, waking up each day wondering how to spend money, I’d be willing. Then I’d flaunt it online, saying ‘I don’t need much money, I need lots of love.’

Lin Ge was inwardly adamant. “It’s fine,” Gojo Satoru replied somewhat coldly.

Lin Ge maintained a frozen expression as he watched the strawberry cupcake and his crew leave, finally relaxing. It smells good, but it’s unattainable. His life—no, his ghostly existence was quite awful, but also pretty good, sadly being good didn’t quite showcase how awful it was, so comparatively speaking, it was a bit awful but overall still good, the only problem was it was a bit awful.

However, the ups and downs are just part of a ghost’s life! Lin Ge comforted himself.

Navigating out of the school and walking for about twenty minutes, Lin Ge finally found a small hotel to temporarily stay in. He secured his identity information through the Honmaru’s black tech for a mere 200 small judgments—truly a godsend. Without it, he’d be sleeping on the streets tonight. The hotel was quite strict about identity verification. The receptionist looked at him several times, seemingly surprised to see such a gaunt person. Even a homeless person would be healthier. Does this person have anorexia? Poor thing… Is his thigh thinner than my arm?

Lin Ge accepted the receptionist’s subtle scrutiny and pity without changing his expression. “…If you need anything, feel free to call the front desk,” she said, worried he might collapse from malnutrition right in the hotel. Nodding and thanking her, Lin Ge took the room key, went upstairs, and upon reaching his room, beeped the door open. Dragging his weary feet, he changed into the hotel’s disposable slippers and jumped onto the soft king-size bed.

Despondently rolling around, his mind still savored the white-haired man’s scent. Twenty-six minutes after separating, he missed him. If only I had been even more shameless just now. Face is just something to use as a shoe sole, after all. Taking a slow breath, he planned what to buy from the department store tomorrow.

His built-in shop system didn’t offer much variety—just about a hundred kinds of necessities like food and clothing. Most of the clothes were old and simple; there were no trendy items. Lin Ge was looking forward to buying some new, colorful capes to take home for Yamanbagiri Kunihiro. He’d been meaning to say that the capes in the shop were good quality, but the styles were a bit too uniform.

After planting in Honmaru for so many days, besides Yamanbagiri Kunihiro and Hakusan Yoshimitsu, he hadn’t seen any other tsukumogami yet and wondered what they’d like. Lin Ge was the successor Judge. The previous Judge seemed to have been pushed out by the government due to numerous breaches of the Judge regulations and had been sued for a lot of compensation; it’s said that his current life was quite miserable, even struggling to find food.

But Lin Ge didn’t really care about these issues. He found the two colleagues he’d met so far quite amiable! Even if that young boy named Hakusan Yoshimitsu was a bit cold, hadn’t he also professionally joined him on an expedition?

Ding ding ding~ The sound of a post reply notification. Lin Ge immediately perked up, eager to check the responder. “Code 965: Troll post, everyone can disperse.” Lin Ge: “?” Your cold words deeply hurt me! Am I such a cheap ghost?