Hurt me? I Couldn't Feel Pai-

"Spit it out! You will die!!!"

The boy's face was stricken with panic, horror, and fear as if he was the one who would die if Farrel got any weaker.

However, when Farrel finally swallowed the berry, the boy's frightened face was completely gone as if it wasn't there at all.

Instead, what replaced it was a pouting mouth and a side eye that stared at the malnourished human right in front of him.

"Tch. You're not fun!"

The boy clicked his ethereal tongue and looked away, sulking.

Ignoring the boy's antics, Farrel kept on grabbing more of the dark-colored berries and eating them to ease his hunger.

He had eaten more than half a dozen of them, but his body was totally fine. There were no signs of him getting stomach aches, itches, or his body getting weaker.

Instead, he became full of energy after eating enough berries.

Not liking the silent treatment he was getting, the boy ditched away the pouting and instead shoved his face to Farrel's and started talking.

"If you already know which berries are safe to eat, why didn't you tell me? I would not be wasting my time acting trying to convince you to eat those colorful berries!"

Still ignoring the boy who had literally forced himself into his head, Farrel grabbed more berries, filling up the empty spaces in his stomach while cleaning the bushes of any of the dark-colored berries.

"You are really not fun! Do you know how much I've wanted to see your whole body itching!"

"It would be funny to see you roll around and rub your back against a tree trunk because your hands can't reach your back…"

"Ha… Now I can't see it…" The boy said with a visibly sunken face after taking a step back out of Farrel's head.

Farrel had been eating the dark-colored berries nonstop, and about 5 minutes had passed after he cleaned out all the berries, ignoring the chatty ghost boy, and finally recovering a bit of his strength.

And what would he, a shaman, do, when he was constantly annoyed by a ghost?

Trying to utilize his inner energy, Farrel found nothing wrong with his current body and he could manipulate his own energy as well as before.

The body was compatible with his soul, and Farrel could easily manipulate this body as if it was his own.

However, it was still a different body, the years of training he did in his previous body did not get carried over by his soul, and the energy that the current body had was nothing compared to his old body.

But still, the little amount that he currently has was more than enough to do what he wanted to do.

Channeling his inner energy to his right hand, Farrel nonchalantly moved his right hand closer to the ghost boy.

Feeling no threat coming at him when Farrel's hand got closer, the boy didn't move a single bit and instead asked Farrel more questions.

"Hey, what are you trying to do? You wanted a handshake?"

"You know that I can't do that, you know? I can't touch you no matter how hard I try and it's the same for you."

"You can't touch m-!"

The boy's words were cut off midway as Farrel's hand found itself grasping onto the boy's neck.

His fingers held onto the neck, and with a pulling force, the floating boy was brought down to the ground as Farrel applied enough force to keep the boy laying on the ground.

"EEEEKH!!! How can you do that!??!!"

The boy looked at Farrel with wide-opened eyes and an agape mouth.

"That's..."

"That's..."

"That's cool!!!"

"Teach me! Teach me!"

'This boy is really a talkative one…'

Although Farrel got the boy's neck, the boy was literally a spirit, and spirits didn't need their voice box to speak.

He intended to scare the ghost a little by grabbing him, but it didn't seem to work as planned as the boy got even more excited than before.

"You… Don't you know that I can actually hurt you…? The only reason I'm not doing that is because you have helped me."

"Although you did try to harm me by telling me to eat those colorful berries…"

"But I've decided to not do so right now, you should go before I change my mind."

"Hurt me? Come on, I know you can somehow touch me, but there's no way I could get hurt!" The boy crossed his arms in front of his chest and put on a smug face.

"I've tried everything, jumping from dozens of meters from the sky, running into boulders, even putting my hand into a beast's mouth! After all that, I found out that I can't feel pain-"

"AAAHHH!!!"

After Farrel put in a tiny bit of his energy into the boy's body, the boy started screaming his lungs out, causing Farrel to abruptly stop.

He had only meant to hurt the boy a little, but the effect was too much.

Farrel hadn't used a spell or any hex to actually do damage to the boy, all he did was use his energy to resurface a little bit of the boy's suffering before he died.

He didn't know whether it was because it was not his usual body or any other unknown factor, but the result of his spell was several times stronger than what it was supposed to do.

The bright, energetic boy that couldn't seem to stop talking to him had gone silent after his screams ended.

And although Farrel had released his grip, the boy was still lying on the ground motionless.

The boy's clear white skin slowly changed as what seemed to be dirt and grime started covering his body from head to toe.

The cloth that he wore, the same one that Farrel wore, a cloth that could barely be called clothing, changed even worse as now several holes were found all over the cloth.

And not only that. Where the holes appeared, the cloth began to be soaked with crimson blood, changing the color of the dirty cloth to look even more improper than what it was before.

Starting from there, more and more wounds appeared all over the boy's body.

There were many cuts all over his body, but the biggest ones were on his legs.

As if it was intentional, the wounds on his feet were deep and aimed at the back of the ankle joints and the boy's thigh to prevent him from using his feet.

And although the deep cuts and wounds looked nasty, the shallow ones on his upper body were actually the ones that made Farrel raise his eyebrows.

Saying there were many cuts on the boy's upper body was an understatement. There were actually countless cuts found all over his upper body.

With each passing second the effect of Farrel's spell continued, the cloth that boy wore could barely be called a rag as now it had turned to thin threads that hardly held each other from completely tearing apart from one another.

There were wounds on the boy's stomach and arms, there were more on his chest, and there were even more on his back.

No matter how many ghosts he saw in a car accident before or even the ghost of a victim of a serial killer, the boy's condition was one that Farrel didn't see often.

"What… What happened to you before you died…?"