The second the unknown voice finished speaking, it started happening out of nowhere.
Circles, ones that were similar to the bandit leader's circle.
But instead of only appearing on the back of his hands, the circles also appeared on his feet.
The circles looked way more complex than the one that the bandit leader had.
Just one look was enough that the circles that were currently etched on Farrel's body had runes written all over the circle.
Those runes were organized neatly, circling around the inside circumference of the circle, and continued being organized in neat rows until a single rune was written right in the dead center of the circle.
The runes were something that Farrel had never seen before. Not even in his journey throughout the seven continents of Earth.
They looked similar to the Norse runes that he had seen somewhere on the internet, but even if they were the same, Farrel had no way to find out about it since he didn't understand Norse runes at all.
But what he knew after seeing the runes scattered on his body was the fact that he once again saw that he had a different body once again after waking up from the 'afterlife' which was the pitch-black place.
'Did I change body once again?'
Farrel tried moving his body and he found that he had no problem with it.
The body just obediently followed his instructions without lagging behind or being uncooperative just as if he was possessing any random body that wasn't compatible with his soul.
Farrel took a close look at his new body.
'What a nice looking clothes.'
Different from the rag that he found himself in the second time he had woken up from the afterlife, the current clothes that he wore were similar to the clothes of people he saw in Joy's memory.
The ones that wore fancy medieval-looking robes that looked to be a hassle to wear.
And despite the complex-looking attire and several layers of clothing donned on his body, Farrel didn't feel any discomfort or being weighed down by them.
He could move his body parts with ease without feeling constricted.
But he did have one complaint though.
"This thing looked too edgy for my taste…"
The fancy clothes he was wearing were all black in color.
The only accent that existed was different shades of black found here and there throughout the whole set of clothes.
'The owner of this body must be an emo or a fan of rock music.'
"Farrel?"
Before Farrel could utter any more words of complaint, Joy's voice once again called out to him.
"Yes?" Farrel asked as he turned his face towards the boy.
"Where are we right no-!?"
"Farrel? Is that really you!?"
Joy floated backward, his eyes squinting as he noticed that Farrel's appearance had totally changed.
Farrel's appearance changed from a teenage boy only several years older than Joy to a middle-aged man who had been through a divorce and had to take care of three kids on his own.
"What are you talking about? Why are you so shocked?"
Farrel then closed his eyes and used his connection with Joy to borrow the little ghost's eyes to see himself.
"Holy hell! I looked like those old shamans that lived in secluded mountains!" Farrel rubbed his own face as he felt the long mustache that had unified with his thick beard due to how long it had grown.
Although he lived in seclusion himself, Farrel refused to be those gloomy shamans who didn't care about their own bodies and looked like a hobo.
Well, his t-shirt and shorts get-up wasn't really fancy when he was murdered, but when he got an actual client, Farrel would dress himself nicely just to make an impression with them.
'Well, this is possibly my third life, I can't complain about it…'
Joy still felt weird seeing the old man standing in front of him, but the connection his soul had with the old man told him that he was, in fact, Farrel despite his changed appearance.
So after reassuring himself that he wasn't talking to a random creepy-looking old man, Joy once again asked,
"Farrel, what happened, what are we doing here, and just like my last question, where are we?"
Hearing Joy's question, Farrel didn't answer right away and instead focused on his surroundings.
He looked at the familiar scene of the forest and the cave.
It looked almost identical to the scenery where he had died for the second time.
But it was only almost identical, they were not the same.
Other than the obvious fact of the lack of a tiger at the front of the cave, Farrel quickly realized why Joy had asked his last question despite seeing the very familiar surroundings.
'This isn't the same forest that we have been in…'
There was no thick aura of negative energy anywhere and the vibes that the environment also felt different than before.
And somehow, although it felt very different from the forest that he had been in before, Farrel found them to also be familiar to him in an unknown way.
He didn't know what it was, but he just felt that the feeling felt very familiar, almost comforting for him.
It was as if he found himself in a place that he had visited often.
"To answer your last question, I don't know, Joy."
"We know this is not The Forest of Death. But it was very similar in terms of appearance. This is weird."
"And to answer your first question-"
Farrel stopped speaking as he squinted his eyes to his left.
"Can you stop doing that?"
The ghost woman who was usually quiet while staying inside his body was currently out in the open, standing beside him, on the other side of Joy.
He didn't care whether she was more comfortable living inside him or alongside him in the open, though he preferred the former since he wouldn't have to deal with random giggles all the time.
However, right now, despite not releasing creepy voices like usual, the ghost woman couldn't stop staring at his face.
He tried looking away and avoiding the ghost woman's stare, but she just moved along with his head, ensuring she got a clear view of his face.
"Please…? You are making me very uncomfortable…"
Farrel tried to make the ghost woman go inside him again, but the latter refused as it just continued staring at his face.
Giving up, Farrel sighed,
'at least it didn't really do me any harm other than making me uncomfortable…'
"Joy, is there something wrong with my face?" Farrel asked the ghost boy who seemed to enjoy the show in front of him.
"Other than you looking like a young grandpa, no there's nothing wrong." Joy giggled as he saw Farrel get more and more uncomfortable with the ghost woman's antics.
Then something clicked inside Farrel's head.
He knew that a ghost could be obsessed with something.
They could be interested in your aura, your charisma, and not rarely, your appearance.
The ghost woman wasn't like this before when he had a teenage body.
But now that he was looking like a middle-aged man, the ghost woman started doing this.
Tilting his head and staring hard at the ghost woman beside him, Farrel muttered, "Don't tell me… Your type is an old widower!?"