They call him Ghost.
A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.
To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.
To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.
To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.

But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.

After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:

"That was your last mission."

Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.

But war forged more than his body and name.

Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.
One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.
He’s not just a weapon.
He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.
A man of many names, and many shadows.

Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.
And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

Elias shoved Kaelo aside and stepped forward.


They both looked inside the opened crate.


The word echoed against the white walls like a verdict.


Inside the crate lay a wooden coffin. Old, but preserved. Its surface was wrapped carefully in cloth and sealed with resin.


Artem reached forward with trembling fingers and pushed the lid open.


The skin was darkened and shriveled tight against bone. The eye sockets hollow. Wrappings bound around limbs with deliberate care. Not thrown in. Not discarded.


Elias rushed to another crate and tore it open.


Chapter 224 - Party???