After finishing his chant and his energy was channeled into the sword, the sword vibrated for a split second before a bundle of gray light came out of the sword.
It came out in a gray-shaped ball, but after floating beside the sword for a few seconds, the shape began to change.
From what used to be a round ball, a humanoid-like shape began to take form as the limbs, the face, and the body of the bandit leader began to form from the bundle of gray light.
A few more moments went by, and Farrel could finally see the complete soul of the bandit leader.
He looked almost exactly the same as before. He still wore the armor, and his body still looked stout despite having an ethereal form.
The only two differences Farrel could notice were the absence of his sword on his waist and the presence of a thick black line on his neck that wasn't there before.
Knowing how the bandit leader was killed, Farrel didn't find anything strange with his current appearance and went straight into questioning.
"Hi, miss me yet?"
Farrel's voice became like a gong that resounded throughout the bandit leader's soul as he was awakened from his stupor.
It still hasn't sunk into the newly dead soul yet that he was actually dead, and he was currently only a spirit roaming the world.
Heck, he couldn't even roam the world freely since Farrel had tethered his soul onto the steel sword and he couldn't go too far away from it.
And with the voice that he recognized very much due to his traumatic experience moments before he died, his consciousness was forced to surface and he didn't have any time to let all those facts sink in slowly.
Hearing the voice and seeing the face of someone who had killed him, what the bandit leader's soul felt wasn't anger or any desire for revenge.
On the contrary, fear began rising from the depths of his soul, covering his spirit with it.
With his consciousness forcefully pulled in after awakening as a spirit, all his memories about what happened to him before he died also returned.
He still remembers every bit of it perfectly.
From the moment the members of his bandit group started slaughtering each other, his blessed pendant kicked away from him, all the red bloody eyes staring at the depths of his soul, and to the last moment where his world spun and he saw his own headless body.
The bandit leader remembered every part of it clearly. Including the fact that the one who had caused all of this was the teenager sitting right in front of him.
A part of him wanted to run away right this second.
But just like before when the vengeful ghosts stared at him exuding their negative energy, his body was also currently frozen, unable to move a finger as Farrel lazily stared at the bandit leader's eyes.
"Don't tell me you've become mute after becoming a spirit," Farrel once again said as he clicked his tongue.
Farrel stayed silent for a few seconds, but there was still not a single answer from the bandit leader's spirit.
"Then you already have no use. You can just suffer forever."
Farrel then began muttering more incomprehensible words with his mouth.
And with how silent the forest was, it was heard very clearly to the bandit leader's ears.
Hearing the chants from Farrel, the bandit leader instantly got flashbacks about those vengeful ghosts appearing before him.
He didn't know what would happen to him now if those ghosts ever appeared again and terrorized him, but he sure knew that he didn't want to find out about it.
"NO!" He shouted with all his might, blocking out the sound from Farrel's mouth, hoping it would stop Farrel's chant.
"Oh? So you can speak after all. That's great!"
Farrel smiled, clapping his hands once before continuing,
"Be sure to speak a lot if you don't want your poor soul to suffer."
Still with fear gripping his soul, the bandit leader answered, "Yes…"
With his new object of interview, Farrel began his questioning right away.
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"Now that's… Weird…"
After answering barrages of questions from Farrel, the bandit leader stayed silent once more, just floating silently beside Joy.
Farrel had learned quite a lot of things from the bandit leader's answer, but he somehow couldn't just accept the answers right away.
"So what you're saying is, I'm currently inside The Forest of Death, which was located on the edge of The Ritter Kingdom, which was a part of the world named Magia?"
"Yes, sir…"
"Is this a prank?" Farrel raised his eyebrows, his hand extended forward seemingly threatening to grab the floating bandit leader's spirit.
"No, Farrel! Although I don't really remember it that much, I can remember hearing about those names before, specifically the Ritter Kingdom," Joy spoke after tilting his head for quite a while.
If he couldn't trust the bandit leader's answers before, Farrel knew he could trust Joy's.
But still, it didn't make sense to him.
Farrel had been dealing with supernatural things for years, even more than a decade.
He even knows and can be a witness to prove the existence of angels and demons since he has seen them before with his own eyes.
However, not in his whole life did he ever hear of the existence of another world called Magia.
It just didn't make sense.
But seeing the things he had seen while in the short time he was living in his new body, Farrel thought that it was more probable that it was the case rather than it was Earth a few million years ago or an unknown place that he had never been to.
'It made more sense for this to be a completely new world rather than Earth sometime in the past- or future…'
Farrel then went silent again, arranging his thoughts once again with the new information he just got, trying to make sense of the bombshell that was the info about him suddenly transferring into a new world.
After trying to make sense of it to the best of his ability, the reality didn't just sink in properly into Farrel's mind.
But he didn't plan to muddle over it too much right now since it didn't give him any benefit to getting too stuck up on something that he couldn't get the answer to.
What he knew right now was the fact that he was thrown into an unknown place.
A place where he needed to survive on his own and where bandits plundering and killing were considered common.
Before he decided to tackle a problem regarding the unknown world he was currently in, he knew that he needed to survive first.
And to survive, wherever it was, whether it was Earth, Magia, or even the damned Pluto, Farrel needed strength to do it.
He had been on the top once. He knew the path there and he could just follow it again.
He was still defeated in the end due to his carelessness, but now he knew that the top that he needed to reach was even higher than before.
Fortunately, when he thought about strength, a certain scene from a few moments ago replayed itself in his mind. A strength that he didn't know the existence of before.
The scene where the bandit leader's hands were glowing with circles and they somehow gave him the strength to make a sword that was made to cut flesh became even more proficient than an axe in cutting a tree trunk.
The scene made an impression in his mind and he wanted to know more about it.
"Now tell me everything you know about those glowing circles that appeared on your hands when we fought before."