Transmigrated as a Ghost



"It looks like Round Table is a rude as ever to those they believe are below them."

Thegia said, her voice possessing a mysticism to it that prevented it from being heard by those she did not target.

She had worked with this party of adventurers before and was well versed on their attitude problems.

Unfortunately, while they may not have been the most cordial to those they viewed as lesser, there was no doubt that their party was strong and earned their spot among the elites of the guild.

Nevertheless, they were only the second to enter and those hailing from the Southern Quadrant came next.

And unlike the composition of Round Table that was a full human party, every member that was coming from the Southern Quadrant were of races Marcus had never seen before, and some he had not even heard of.

In the lead was an arachne with shoulder length auburn hair.

Her upper body looked exactly like a human woman in her early to mid-thirties, but her lower half was that over a spider with a brown exoskeleton.

If Marcus was to liken her to a type of spider he remembered from earth, her lower half reminded him of a huntsman spider he had once seen racing across the forest floor when he had been a child.

On her back was a beautiful bow that's string was made out of the whisker of a true dragon, and she was wearing light armor made out of amethros and the leather of a clearly powerful beast.

Behind her were two large men that were without a doubt related by how similar they looked.

Both of them were around two and a half meters tall and were covered in thin grayish fur.

Their ears were pointy like elves but drooped lower and were not as long, while their noses were a soft brown and shaped a bit like a cow's.

Marcus had never seen their race before, but their builds were clearly powerful.

One had a large top tier adamantine mace and a top tier adamantine tower shield hung over his back, while the other was surprisingly a mage of some kind with a long wooden staff that had several elemental crystals embedded at the top.

Behind those two was a man whose skin was made of obsidian.

Overall, he looked fairly human, but light bounced off his black skin like a polished stone and his eyes were pupils and an even darker color than his skin, making them look almost like voids expanding into infinite space.

As for his gear he was wearing light armor and had two amethros rapiers at his sides. Clearly, he was a fighter that relied on speed and dexterity despite the toughness and strength that came inherent with his race.

Finally, the last member hailing for the Southern Quadrant was a weasel beastwoman.

She was short and skinny, being only around three feet tall and thinner than some of her companion's arms.

Yet for as petite as she was, there was no doubt she was just as deadly as the rest of them.

Marcus could see she had several daggers on her person and no doubt the skill to use them effectively.

'They're all monsters.' Marcus thought as he watched the way they carried themselves and examined the gear that they wore.

Each of them was undoubtedly strong and talented in their respective roles, and Marcus could tell that all of them were in the same league as weaker mythic grade beasts. 

Of course, if they saw his true status, they would have been the ones calling him a monster, for as strong as each of them were, they did not have the sheer number of unique and Supreme skills as him.

And unlike how the members of Round Table had been rude and dismissive of them, these adventurers from the Southern Quadrant politely nodded their heads towards Marcus, Mrazivý, and Miguel who they were meeting for the first time.

"I am guessing that you have worked with them in the past as well, Thegia?" Mrazivý said, wanting to gain some information.

"Yes, I have met them once before when we were tasked with exploring a newly discovered dungeon around a decade and a half back. Their party is called Intrepid, and they very much represent the ideal of their name. So long as you don't make yourself a real nuisance or put them and those around them in danger, they are quite friendly."

Nodding her head, Mrazivý was happy to hear that not everyone was going to be as abrasive as Round Table.

After just a couple of minutes once Intrepid had gotten settled, the final group of adventurers from the Eastern Quadrant entered.

As they were entering last, these five were certainly going to be the most accomplished of those present.

When this final party entered, they were not led by a tough looking warrior like Intrepid and Round Table, but by their frailest looking member who was wearing the vestments of the church representing the Great Spirit of Life.

Her robes were fairly plain and did not have any flash embroidery that a high-ranking member of the clergy would wear, but the material was obviously of the highest quality and could no doubt stop the blade of even a skilled fighter with their enchantments.

A veil covered her entire face but there was no doubt that she was a beauty despite not a single centimeter of her body being visible.

Frankly she looked completely out of place here in this meeting, but her being here meant that she certainly was an experienced adventurer, and not only that but the leader of her party.

And while all eyes were on her the moment she entered, hers were staring at a single individual as she had stopped dead in her tracks.

Feeling her gaze on him, Marcus could not take his eyes away from her either, because he could tell that she was just like him, a humanoid spirit.