I’m the Only One Who Can’t See Ghosts

Among the eight quarterfinalists, there was one with the surname Eom. He had a hefty, muscular physique, easily the largest among the competitors who had made it this far.

But that didn’t mean Eom was weak. The tattoos on his arms and the expensive-looking watch he wore were clear signs that he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

Eom’s familiars were a formidable combination: one controlled the wind, another the trees, one wielded fire, and the last was an insect with a rock-hard body. Many had commented that his lineup posed a real threat to Jiseon.

If Eom used his own abilities along with those of his familiars, it would be a fierce fight against Jiseon. And Jiseon was no pushover—he was an esper, someone who could easily crush smaller clans or independent warriors.

In other words, they were on a different level.

Yet, to dismiss someone like him?

Eom let out a laugh upon hearing a certain remark.

It wasn’t a laugh of amusement.

It was a laugh born of anger.