Ghost Compendium-Chapter 435 - 382: Forgotten Is a Slow Death

"Another supernatural event in Zone 7?"

"Don’t even mention it, spare me. There are unlucky happenings everywhere every day. Wouldn’t it be nice if a supernatural event just burned down this damn building?"

"Hahaha! Peter, my friend, this building pays you a handsome salary every month! If it were gone, we’d all be on the streets begging!"

"..."

Inside the largest police station building in Paris.

Two police officers in uniforms were chatting, cigarettes dangling from their mouths as they puffed smoke, not taking the reported supernatural event seriously at all, even having the mood to make jokes.

At this moment, one of the officers with a bushy beard suddenly frowned, blew out a heavy smoke ring, and asked, "By the way, are our guys handling these supernatural events?"

"Damn it, John! Have you secretly smoked too much? There are Special Ability Users handling it! Where would we find the skills to deal with them?"

The bald officer beside him cursed and even looked at his partner to see if he really had some illegal stuff on him.

How could he forget such a common-sense thing?

"Oh right, right, Special Ability Users... Look at my memory. Must have played too wildly with Maria last night, my head’s all woozy, hahaha!" The bearded officer laughed and planned to brush this off.

But behind that smile, there was a trace of doubt.

He did remember that the people handling supernatural events were those Special Ability Users with powerful awakened abilities.

But why do these Special Ability Users help with supernatural events? Could they be part of some massive organization? Something doesn’t quite add up?

Peter couldn’t remember what came next. Like John, he only remembered to report supernatural events to Special Ability Users using a communicator.

Other matters were not his concern.

Forget it, compared to things he couldn’t remember, he might as well think about what fun to have with Maria tonight.

"Not bad, I didn’t come too late, at least someone knows how to combat supernatural events."

Wu Liang sat on the rooftop of the largest police station building in the city center, chewing on a lollipop deep in thought.

After an entire afternoon of investigation and research, he discovered one good news and one bad news—

The good news was that, in the current situation, this country’s degree of Forgotten hadn’t reached the worst yet. At least in the police station, officers could still realize that someone would handle supernatural events or report strange occurrences.

But that’s as far as it goes.

This included the traffic police encountered earlier and the police officers currently inside the police station.

Those regularly interacting with Special Ability Users couldn’t even remember which department these users belonged to.

And the homeless on the streets and those who rarely came into contact with Special Ability Users, had almost completely Forgotten which institution leads the fight against the supernatural.

Therefore, it seems that the citizens thoroughly forgetting about the Special Ability Users doesn’t appear to be far off.

"But what’s the use of just being Forgotten? Wouldn’t these country’s Special Ability Users still combat supernatural events?" Wu Liang was puzzled here.

Even if they are Forgotten, it doesn’t mean those fighting the supernatural would disappear!

After all, in such an apocalyptic world, there would naturally be people who care less about fame and want to save others.

"Wait... does Forgotten really not equal disappearance?" Wu Liang suddenly realized a crucial problem.

Within each major city in Huaxia, there were official personnel stationed, theoretically even with cultural differences, Western countries shouldn’t differ in this aspect.

But from the time he arrived in Paris until now, it seems he hasn’t seen any Special Ability Users stationed anywhere!

Law enforcement was still under the police departments.

The people of this country are affected by inexplicable factors causing them to be Forgotten, but as a newcomer to this place, he theoretically shouldn’t be affected.

What’s more, possessing the [Reality] Law, it should make him even less likely to be silently influenced.

In other words, those so-called Special Ability Users had truly never appeared before him.

"Really? Is that even possible? Forgotten equates to true disappearance?"

A terrifying thought flashed through Wu Liang’s mind.

This City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost might be trickier than he initially imagined.

Its objective wasn’t merely to destroy this country, but to erase it from existence in the world.

Silently, without anyone noticing such an erasure.

If it truly succeeded, then perhaps soon the whole world might not remember the existence of this country.

"Oh right, John, I have a date with a pretty girl at the bar tonight. She’s a Special Ability User. How about it? Want me to get you some contacts of her colleagues? They’ve all got hot figures~" Peter said slyly, snuffing out the last puff of his cigarette and tossing it into the wastebasket.

Bearded John shook his head, "Forget it, friend, wouldn’t Maria kill me if she knew? She and I plan to get married next month."

"That’s really a shame; you’re about to step into the grave of marriage." Bald Peter quipped.