I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

But the towering, enormous, golden humanoid monster high above, and the countless black demons crawling out from the ground, constantly proclaim the absurdity of this dream world.

The man, disguised as a gray-white vengeful ghost, attempts to constantly alter the dream.

This world is idealistic. For beings with strong spiritual power, "I think, therefore I am; I think, therefore it happens."

And the demon is a synthesis of this power.

Ghosts are the embodiment of wills, and powerful vengeful ghosts possess the ability to distort reality.

Dreams, on the other hand, are a world created unconsciously by the consciousness of their owner.

When a powerful vengeful spirit enters a person's dream with its own will, once its psychological defenses are broken down, anything it does to that person will have a repercussion in reality.

Therefore, as long as she defeats the guard in the dream, finds its master, and kills him, she will also die in reality.

However, the man had never experienced such a bizarre dream before;

There is no such thing as a dream master or a dream guardian, and even the basic logic of dreams is not followed—dreams must revolve around their master.

"So, Kotoko, no matter how many tricks you use, as long as my heart remains unyielding, what do your few tricks amount to?"

But he did it.

Why did the dream have no owner before? It's simple, because the owner of the dream was yourself!

So, in his final moments on the verge of death in that dream, he clung to his belief that he was still alive, and thus returned to the first level of the dream.

"It really is a dream within a dream."

He was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands around his soft breasts and unconsciously squeezed them, his expression changing slightly.

"woman?"

With a pinch of his right hand downwards, all was nothingness.

Looking back, when I was just an ordinary person, I dared to brave great terror to go to that door that was said to be connected to the underworld and take out that old and eerie stone statue.

Of course, this requires an extremely strong will, because once you truly believe you are dead in that dream, then you are truly dead.

Having lived for over a century, what he possessed most was an unwavering and resilient spirit.

The man smiled confidently, and just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt his chest jiggling slightly. Before he knew it, he fell flat on his face on the bed.

But how can a dream without an owner be a dream? Unless—

He sat up abruptly in bed, looking around with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The windows were broken, and the wooden door had been violently smashed open.

Looking at the endless vengeful ghosts behind him and the huge golden figure in the sky, he opened his arms wide.

Almost instantly, countless vengeful ghosts rushed forward. As his body was torn to pieces by the evil spirits and human faces grew out of his mouth, the last image reflected in his pupils was the gray sky.

next moment--

In this dream, there is no master, only terrifying remnants of memories.

Above in the corridor, a human head lay silently, looking eerily strange on the floor stained with blood and bits of flesh.

They dared to make deals with the evil spirits in the stone statues, exchanging them for immortality, even at the risk of never being reincarnated. They deceived, and even exploited, the evil spirits in a way that was humiliating, destroying their memories and making them their "children."

Always remember this: this world is a matter of idealism.

Each step requires immense courage and sufficient self-confidence.

At this moment, the man seemed to realize something;

The cult leader's expression changed slightly. He walked to the mirror and then looked at it.

At this moment, in front of him was a woman with a sinister look on her face and torn wounds on her arms and feet. Even though her face was cut and somewhat bloody, the cult leader still recognized who this girl was.

—The saintess I selected before, who died here.

But why did I turn into the appearance of a saint?

Before he could think any further, he suddenly realized that he could no longer move;

The next moment, in the mirror in front of him, a pale arm was suddenly placed on the man's shoulder, as if trying to pull him into an embrace, and the arm tightened its grip.

Then--

The cult leader twisted his neck 180 degrees, and in the moment his vision went dark, he saw the appearance of the vengeful ghost behind him.

The vengeful ghost had its own appearance.

After snapping the saintess's neck, the vengeful ghost in the mirror slowly crawled out, laughing maniacally and muttering to itself, "It's all fake, they're all trying to deceive me. What saintess, what cult leader? I'm a ghost, I'm the Ouija board spirit."

The next moment, the ghost's body was suddenly torn apart by some immense force. The next moment, a man holding a blood-stained dagger, his face grim, emerged from behind the curtains, muttering the same words to himself:

"How many ghosts are there? If I kill all of them, will I be able to leave this dream?"

He had been hunting these evil spirits who called themselves Ouija boards in his dreams. The man could no longer remember why he was in this dream. Whenever he recalled the past, unimaginable and terrifying images would appear, making the man afraid to think about them.

He could only kill, keep killing, until he had killed all the almost endless demons.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The man, as if possessed, walked out holding a dagger;

Just as he was about to reach the door, a figure suddenly slammed him to the ground from the side. Her fair thighs clamped tightly around his waist, and her hands tried to twist his neck upwards, but she couldn't subdue him for a moment. The next moment, a cruel look appeared on the woman's face. She bit the man's neck and then pulled hard.

As blood splattered everywhere, the man incredulously clutched his neck and slowly breathed his last.

"Kotoko, you still want to deceive me in my dreams? My will is as firm as a rock. You think turning me into a saint will completely break me? Heh, once I kill all these people—I'll come out and settle accounts with you sooner or later!"

However, in the true first layer of the dream.

The man's only remaining head was stomped into the gray earth by the enormous, golden Yoshizaki River.

……

In reality, in the courtyard.

The man was already lifeless, sitting cross-legged with his head bowed.

Located on the wooden platform, blackish-red blood seeped from the eyes of the stone statue in front of the man. The blood flowed down the smooth edge onto the wooden platform, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness, moving forward along the groove.

When the dark red blood came into contact with the man's body, a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he slowly stood up.

Seemingly unable to familiarize itself with the body for a moment, it staggered and fell from the platform, its chest pierced by a wooden spike standing on the ground.

But it still felt no pain. Instead, it used a little force and broke it off with its own body, then pulled it out, covered in foul-smelling blood and dried flesh.

It disregarded all these things, the door

"The human world, I... have finally returned."

Images of being reincarnated time and time again, and being schemed against time and time again, flashed through the man's eyes;

After all that had happened, the man let out a chilling laugh: "In this century-long tug-of-war, I've finally gotten what I've been waiting for."

What it wanted was never the frail bodies of infants; it always wanted this man's body, and in extending its lifespan time and time again, it had completed the transformation of this body.

But because the man was always cautious, it never found an opportunity to possess him.

Now that the latter's soul has completely sunk into the dream, it is the best time for him to possess it. Thinking of this, he should thank that guy named Kotoko.

"Then, let's open the gates of the underworld completely and revive the original body!"

Because the sealing ritual of those humans went wrong, the original body split off and descended to the human world, and its purpose for existence is only one.

Help the main body escape completely!

"Next, we need to find a girl with enough resentment to be used as a sacrifice."

It thought to itself.

……

the next day;

Half an hour later, after witnessing the teacher leave for Tomie's home...

Kayako finally managed to suppress her excitement and eagerness before dialing the number.

—A perfume that can make the opposite sex fall madly in love with you.

In order to get what was advertised, Kayako even mustered up the courage this morning to ask her teacher for 4,000 yen.

The teacher didn't ask what she wanted the money for. The teacher, who was always frugal, never skimped on her own expenses and readily gave her the money.

At that moment, clutching the money in her pocket and listening to the dial tone on the other end of the phone, Kayako's hands were trembling.

"Hello, I am……"

Do you want to buy aphrodisiacs?

The middle-aged woman's voice on the other end asked decisively.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 134 Spring Perfume

Huh??

Kayako, who had been hiding behind the door, watching to see if the teacher would return, was momentarily confused when she heard those two words that only existed in legends.