Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Creating a malignant spirit required them to be trapped in their place of death and experience an uninterrupted repetition of their demise over a decade.

The female spirit had grown resentful after having been put through the wringer.

“I died a horrible death… A horrible death!”

Following her rampage, she shrouded the room with her fury.

“It’s all your fault! Why are you getting in my way?!” The vanity spirit shrieked and pounced on Lilly.

This brat was also a child of an affluent family.

Rich, pampered girls were no good!

They were all pretentious phonies!

The spirit did not hide the malice on her face as she rushed up at the girl.

Pablo was just about to strike when a green beam of light flashed passed. Something seemed to be protecting Lilly!

Josh also yelped and backed up!

Poor Josh assumed he’d be safe if he stuck close to Lilly, only to be greeted by a creepy female spirit bleeding from her orifices bounding toward them the moment he looked up.

He nearly ascended from fright.

He wanted to make a break for it but his legs seemed to fail him.

Lilly stood in front of him and threw a punch!

Her little fist threw the massive spirit into the air.

It was a sight to behold. Josh could barely believe his eyes.

Lilly’s cheeks were puffed up with anger. She didn’t know where the anger stemmed from. All she knew was that she was angry.

Ms. Sumo Wrestler was a terrible person!

Her friend treated her so well but she antagonized and killed her.

I’m going to beat her up into a pulp!

That was how Josh ended up witnessing his lovely younger sister mounted atop the female spirit whilst beating her up.

Every hit caused the spirit’s vanity aura to be swallowed up by the jar…

Lilly was no longer the eyesore he saw her as…

Ironman… Wait, no. Lilly is a girl.

Josh couldn’t

shrieked.

“No way!”

die a horrible death! I

“Back at you!”

angered the spirit even more. “It

Back at you! Back

to shut

Pablo and Josh

spirit spat out

poured into the jar of souls with the spirit growing increasingly weaker before

was skinny with her eyes

I

the world

had been so full of hope when she first set foot into Shercaster

this way

I’m not to

I born poor when there are so many rich people

world of the

Everything is their fault…

of black vanity aura

his head. “Women are becoming more and

extreme vanity mirrored her inferiority

Master? It feels like

but now there was a feeling she couldn’t

“Yeah. It is a jar of souls. It works

was possible to fill

Could it be…

narrowed his eyes. “Where’s your croaking parrot,

would not shut up back at the grove but now it

the parrot standing under a lychee tree sleeping with one leg curled up and his

are

the iron bars and

with a start and tilted

toward the bird. “Why aren’t you singing

flapped its wings, and

Kiki! Kikikikiki.

as if it were a

like a parrot

Pablo was rendered speechless.

wings and