Subham sat in his room, staring at the ledger in front of him. His financial situation was dire. Despite his powerful cultivation skills and his training under Master Vidur, he found himself lacking the most basic necessity: money. His expenses were piling up, and he couldn't keep relying on Vidur for everything. He needed a plan to make money on his own.
After days of contemplation, an idea struck him. He had extensive knowledge of the supernatural and considerable strength—why not become an exorcist? The thought seemed a bit outlandish at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He could use his skills to help others and earn money at the same time.
### A New Identity
Subham approached Master Vidur with his plan. "Master, I need your help. I've decided to become an exorcist to make some money. But for that, I need a fake identity and a degree."
Vidur raised an eyebrow. "An exorcist, you say? That's quite an unconventional path, but it's not a bad idea. I can help you with the necessary documents."
Vidur arranged for a fake identity and a degree for Subham. He was now "Dr. Subham Roy, Professional Exorcist," complete with a convincing-looking certificate. With his new identity in hand, Subham created an advertisement for his services and spread the word around town.
### The First Call
It didn't take long for Subham to receive his first call. The phone rang one evening, and a frantic voice on the other end explained that their house was haunted by a ghost. Subham jotted down the address and assured the caller that he would handle the situation.
When he arrived at the house, he was greeted by a middle-aged man with worry lines etched deeply into his face. "Are you the exorcist?" the man asked, eyeing Subham skeptically.
"Yes, I am," Subham replied confidently.
The man looked around nervously. "Where are your tools? The usual exorcists come with holy water, crucifixes, and all that."
Subham smiled reassuringly. "I'm a professional. I don't need those tools. Trust me, I'll take care of everything."
The man frowned. "Are you sure? I mean, you don't even have a garlic necklace or anything?"
Subham chuckled. "That's for vampires, not ghosts. Relax, I've got this."
### The Hunt Begins
Subham entered the house, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. He walked through the dimly lit rooms, senses alert for any signs of the ghost. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the old house settling.
Despite his best efforts, Subham couldn't find any trace of the ghost. Frustrated, he decided to use the Seven Melodies of Death. He took out his guitar and began to play the Lament of the Lost, hoping the music would draw out the spirit.
As the mournful notes filled the house, Subham heard a faint whispering. He followed the sound to a dark corner of the basement. There, he saw a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
"Show yourself!" Subham commanded, his voice steady.
The ghost stepped forward, a pale and sorrowful apparition. "Why have you come here?" it asked, its voice echoing with pain and sadness.
Subham's eyes narrowed. "I'm here to help you move on. You don't belong in this world anymore."
The ghost let out a wail and lunged at Subham. He was ready. With a swift motion, he drew his dagger and infused it with his spiritual energy. As the ghost neared, Subham struck, his blade slicing through the ethereal form with precision.
### Mission Accomplished
The ghost dissipated with a final, anguished cry. Subham stood there for a moment, catching his breath. The house was silent once more, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as the ghost was vanquished.
He returned upstairs to find the homeowner waiting anxiously. "Is it over?" the man asked.
Subham nodded. "It's done. The ghost is gone."
The man's face broke into a relieved smile. "Thank you so much! I don't know how to repay you."
Subham waved it off. "Just pay the fee we agreed on."
The man handed over a wad of cash, and Subham felt a surge of satisfaction. He had done it—his first exorcism, and he had gotten paid for it.
### Reflection
As Subham walked back to Vidur's mansion, he thought about the day's events. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of helping someone, and the financial reward all made him feel like he was on the right path.
Back at the mansion, Vidur was waiting for him. "How did it go?" he asked.
Subham grinned. "It went well. I managed to exorcise the ghost and got paid for it."
Vidur nodded approvingly. "Good. But remember, this is just the beginning. The path you've chosen will have its challenges, but with your skills, I'm confident you'll succeed."
Subham felt a renewed sense of purpose. He had found a way to use his abilities to make a living, and he was determined to become the best exorcist he could be. With the support of his master and his friends, he knew he could face whatever came his way.
As he reached his room, Subham chuckled to himself. "Dr. Subham Roy, Professional Exorcist," he muttered, shaking his head. "Who would've thought?"
He picked up his guitar and strummed a few chords, thinking about the ghost he had just vanquished. Maybe he could incorporate some of his experiences into his music. After all, he was now an exorcist with a killer soundtrack.