I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 152 The World of Videotapes

Within the cramped temple grounds, the shadows of the trees sway gently.

This place is located in a remote area, which is precisely why it can ensure that it will not be discovered by Kotoko and her government officials.

Thus, the evil spirit that possessed the cult leader was able to prolong its life, the moment it gained the cult leader's memories.

It then realized that society had developed to a level of power it couldn't comprehend, and that even if it regained its original strength, it would still be nothing more than a piece of cake in the face of the terrifying cohesion of this so-called modern government.

Modern civilized governments are like a rope, binding everyone together.

Neither the Edo period, ruled by the samurai class, nor the shogunate period, had ever seen such a united spirit among the people.

This is what a prosperous era looks like.

With all those diverse weapons, even if he regained his power, he wouldn't be able to conquer the entire world.

But why should I need to conquer the world?

Since it doesn't need to conquer the world to enjoy life, it's already a great blessing to be able to get out of it.

If I continue to stay behind the door for a while longer, my reason as a human being will probably be eroded by the so-called "hell," causing me to lose all thought and become a ghost in the truest sense.

The cult leader, who had been watching all this with great interest, suddenly stood up.

But luckily, just when his rationality had not been completely eroded, he happened to encounter the "door".

After all, it's even about myself.

However, those hardships are all in the past.

The surrounding weeds reflected a grayish-white color in the dim light.

This was precisely what lured a greedy person into breaking the Twin Earthly Blessings, allowing him to escape from there.

"Once I obtain the full power, I will no longer need to fear Kotoko, and at least I will have the confidence to negotiate with her."

As Kodaira Akutagawa pulled down the curtains around the room, the projector slowly turned, and with a flash of bright light, blurry frames of images appeared on the screen, stuttering.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dark, gray-white lake surface, and you can vaguely see a white circle on the lake surface, which should be a reflection of the moon in the sky.

Otherwise, they will become vengeful ghosts driven by instinct and confusion, losing all memories and emotions, and only retaining their strongest obsessions to act.

At this moment, it was completely unaware of the seriousness of its inexplicable memories, and only felt a slight sense of emotion.

In hell, offerings from the living form a path, allowing the ghosts who enjoy these offerings to retain their sanity amidst the torment.

The purest obsession of all evil spirits—the more powerful they are and the longer they have been tormented in hell—is to escape hell.

After all, even one's own offerings are not enough to maintain one's sanity.

In hell, there is no sun or moon, only rugged mountains and a gray, misty sky.

It gripped the sofa with one hand. These modern inventions are really good. In the past, even a tiger-skin chair wasn't this comfortable.

As Kodaira Akutagawa unpacked the videotape and took out the machine to start debugging, the "leader's" thoughts inexplicably drifted far away, thinking about his blurry memories of his past life and the torment he suffered in hell.

His face was extremely pale, partly because everything in the picture looked too much like the underworld, and the second most important reason was;

—It is no exception.

The overflowing emotions of curses and resentment relentlessly torment human life until they truly become ghosts.

"Quick, turn it off!!"

curse.

Although it was extremely subtle, this cult leader was, after all, once a demon from hell, so he was still able to keenly perceive that trace of curse that even ordinary psychics would find difficult to detect.

He wasn't afraid of the curse itself, but he was afraid that the videotape was actually placed there by Kotoko on purpose, with a small curse set up to pinpoint his location.

Thinking of this, his expression changed slightly, and just then he saw that damned guy still turning the machine, so he couldn't help but curse, "Didn't you hear me?"

The man kept his head down, mechanically turning the handle.

Seeing that the man did not respond to him at all, the cult leader was first stunned, then felt a chill in his heart, and looked around.

Suddenly, he found himself in a meadow.

A hazy full moon hung high in the sky, and the tranquil lake in the darkness was without a ripple. In front of him, Kodaira Akutagawa continued to turn the handle, and the camera was pointed directly at...himself.

The vengeful ghost that possessed the cult leader felt uneasy. Was this an illusion?

But this makes no sense at all. After all, if a curse is too strong, one's nature as an evil spirit will definitely be stirred and thus erupt.

How can a ghost be hallucinated by other ghosts?

Therefore, there is only one truth—

This is reality; I was transported to this reality by some curse.

The cult leader slowly reached out and grabbed his own face. As he tore, his face was ripped open, and blood flowed out.

Beneath the flesh and blood lies a dark curse composed of resentment.

As he exerted himself, his blood vessels bulged out, coiling around his body like earthworms, his hands and feet protruding. In this dark and quiet moment, only the swelling of flesh and blood and the sound of his violently pounding heart remained.

Demonic state—

Without getting rid of this body, one can temporarily unleash seventy or eighty percent of one's power.

However, this would cause permanent damage to the body, so even he considered it a trump card and generally did not use it.

Although he still didn't feel a strong curse at this moment, it was precisely because of this that he felt increasingly uneasy.

It's too bizarre; even to a ghost, it's far too strange.

How could such a faint curse have created all of this?

After transforming into a ghost, he cautiously took a step outside, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that there was nothing unusual around him.

He strode up to the video recorder; the curse originated from it, and naturally it should end because of it.

The man walked up to Kodaira Akutagawa but did not dare to make a move.

He first lowered his body and glanced at the vice leader in front of him. When he saw that the vice leader's eye sockets were deeply sunken and the shadow of a hand could be faintly seen deep in his pupils, he knew that he had been dead since the moment Kodaira Akutagawa started playing the video.

Even the evil spirits within the body were destroyed.

This curse is terrifying; it's not the faint curse I sensed.

He felt a slight chill in his heart, but his right hand tore through the middle like a venomous snake, and then easily ripped the body in front of him apart as if it were a piece of white paper.

As the body in front of him was torn in two, the dried-up stomach fell off.

If anyone were here, they would see that Kodaira Akutagawa's internal organs were all empty, leaving only his shrunken stomach, from which countless tentacles grew to connect to his body.

The cult leader tore open the shriveled stomach, revealing a rotten hand inside.

This severed hand further confirmed my previous suspicions: this was reality, not an illusion.

The moment they touched the videotape, they and the vice-leader were transported to a certain reality.

The moment he entered, before he could even react, the person in front of him, who was weaker than himself, was cursed to death.

The body has even become a cradle for new curses—this can be seen from the hand in the eyes of the other side.

Since he was slightly stronger, the curse could not kill him for the time being.

The cult leader held his palm in his hand but did not swallow it. For him, consuming these spirits would no longer increase his strength.

But in critical moments, it can be used to ward off curses.

His gaze returned to the video recorder in front of him. He looked at the screen and suddenly realized that the camera wasn't pointed at him at all.

Instead... aimed at the moon?

Is there something on the moon?

He looked up at the sky, where only the bright moon hung high in the dim sky.

But, in the corner of the moon,

There seems to be a small black dot?

Chapter 153 The Bizarre Rules of the World

At first, the cult leader thought it was his imagination, but after seeing the small dot move slightly, he was certain that he was not mistaken.

A full moon, a small dot, a video recorder—this world was entered because of the videotape.

Is it possible to get out through these connections?

This cult leader had previously attempted to unleash his resentment in order to break the curse and escape from this place.

But when he tried to release it, he found that his resentment was being influenced by something, increasing wildly at an unbelievable speed.

Resentment is like a ghost's source of power.

Even in hell, he had never felt his power growing so wildly.

This world is like a world where curses and resentment coexist; as long as there is even the slightest evil thought, it will grow uncontrollably.