I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

If I hadn't been tempered in hell and developed a rock-solid mind, I probably would have gone completely insane long ago.

When resentment is too strong and reason cannot suppress it, ghosts and monsters will become slaves to their obsessions and completely transform into evil spirits that act solely on instinct.

The villa was brightly lit, but it exuded an eerie atmosphere in the mist.

I stepped through the central door, and the moment I entered, I heard a sound from the ceiling that looked like ketchup being stomped on or a persimmon being smashed on the ground.

The moment the door opened, a "buzz" sounded, and the man felt a strange unease in his heart.

The video recorder he destroyed had somehow been restored to its original state and stood there quietly.

But the cult leader had no choice. He didn't want to erupt in resentment and completely lose his mind, becoming a curse. So he could only try to break the curse and escape.

He frowned and rubbed his head.

"Kotoko, you truly have some impressive skills! When I first descended to the mortal realm, you sent me back, and now you've set up such a bizarre scheme to deal with me."

The man stepped onto the steps of the villa, which consisted of three buildings: the main building in the middle and two secondary buildings on either side, all facing the lake.

"Kotoko, let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

However, what he didn't notice was—

As he was thinking this, a piercing creaking sound rang out and the door in front of him opened automatically.

He has enormous advantages, such as the ability to wield terrifying power, having trump cards, and the ability to transform into a demon.

The sound was like a piercing clang, a deep drumbeat, or even the sound of countless locusts flapping their wings.

After watching for a long time, even smashing the video camera used for filming, the cult leader couldn't change anything; the world remained completely unchanged.

A scream abruptly stopped, and almost instantly, the door behind him slammed shut with a "bang".

Of course, this is compared to the average person.

If someone were next to the monitor of the video recorder at that moment, they would see that even though the man had walked away, his figure was still clearly visible in the footage.

After walking for a while, a villa suddenly appeared at the end of the fog ahead.

He sighed softly and walked forward like an ascetic, believing that there must be a solution in this world.

However, this time the camera wasn't facing the moon, but rather—facing him.

"I must say, you are indeed a formidable opponent."

The man remained unmoved by all this abnormality, and his expression did not even change.

He walked forward slowly but steadily.

As the cult leader moved forward, bloodstains gradually appeared on the originally clean wall surface;

There were even words written in blood, the words crooked and twisted, as if written in haste.

"Who...who am I?"

"Am I a spirit? No, I am myself, I am the vice leader, I am the saintess, I am nobody!"

The words on the wall ask and answer themselves, sketching a scene of madness.

"I understand, I understand. I was already affected when I devoured that ghost. I split into three: I am the spirit of the Ouija board, the saintess, and myself."

"If you are a spirit using a Ouija board, please stop killing myself."

"If you were me, please don't kill the saintess."

"—If you are a saint, put aside your fear of death and go to Yoshizaki Kawa; only he can end all of this."

"I...I'm still splitting apart. How many layers of dreams have been created? My memories are fading."

"My lost memories have also become the person I believe myself to be."

"tread--"

The cult leader stepped into the blood-soaked crater, blood splattering everywhere, and that was the end of his previous remarks.

But the blood that had almost pooled up to their ankles was enough to prove just how many people had died here.

The walls reminded the cult leader of the two subordinates that this body had previously sent out.

Thinking of this, a rare hint of humiliation appeared on his face. This body had been defiling the saintess, trying to become her father.

So, in the brief moment he seized the body, he cut off his genitals in a fit of rage.

However, upon seeing the words on the wall, he naturally thought that those two guys might have been killed by Kotoko using this method.

The message on the wall says that this world is a cycle, and that their will is beginning to split itself, with each self hating the others and starting to kill one another?

But why find Yoshizaki River here?

Who is Yoshizaki Kawa?

He continued wading forward through the blood.

But at this moment——

The ceiling light bulb suddenly swayed slightly, and almost instantly, a twisted hand emerged from beneath the blood and grabbed his ankle.

The man, expressionless, slightly lifted his foot;

He stomped down hard, and the hand was severed instantly. A disdainful smile had just appeared on his face, but in the next instant, beneath the walls and the blood, hundreds, even thousands, of countless hands reached out.

Various hands of different colors, different evil spirits, and even identical, vengeful ghosts that seemed like clones, all twisted their bodies and surged towards this side like crickets.

At this moment, a dead body shouldn't be sweating, but it still felt a chill down its back.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked off the hand that was grabbing him from the ground, and then cruelly broke off one of his fingers and smashed it on the ground. As black flames rose, the crawling demons were instantly ignited by the fire of resentment and let out a shrill scream.

The man ran forward quickly, glancing at the walls on both sides for any new writing.

He knew that these words were the most important thing to break the curse!

Sure enough, after moving forward a bit, there were new words.

"This is not a dream, this is reality. Remember, you can't overthink things in this world, or the evil spirits you imagine will appear here too."

"Do not speak of what is improper, do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not do what is improper."

"Never go to room 404, or you will die."

"The evil spirits in the corridor generally won't come out unless you break any taboos, and even if they do, you'll be completely safe as long as you hide in Yoshizaki's room."

"There is a small room in Yoshizaki Kawa's room. Please do not go in, and especially do not try to read the diary."

"If you pass by a room and three girls ask if you want to play with a Ouija board, please refuse. They will think you are a classmate and let you go."

"When the moon sets and dark clouds cover the sky, please be sure to hide in Yoshizaki's room. At that time, only there is safety."

"Please do not enter Tomie's room when the moon is out, or you will be cursed."

"Please do not enter Kayako's room when there is no moon, or you will die."

"When the moon and clouds have disappeared, and the strange girl asks if you want to take a picture, please don't refuse her."

"After taking the photo, take it to the rooftop and throw it off when the moon comes out, or you will die from the curse."

"I have exhausted all means to obtain this information. Future me, you must find a way to enter the examination hall and completely end this curse of reincarnation! Advance over my corpse!"

Countless bloody words, like malicious curses, were written on the wall.

These bizarre and grotesque rules were all discovered by individual lives through trial and error.

Chapter 154 Yoshizaki: Where's my videotape?

As the blood-red characters grew increasingly frenzied and the bloodstains became more and more chaotic, the man's face turned ashen.

The rules have been cursed; once the rules are violated, the offender will be punished by them.

These blood-red words were most likely left by the saintess and another missing vice-leader.

Previously, I had always thought that they had been captured alive by Kotoko, and I was afraid that they would reveal the church's base. So I had no choice but to abandon the original place and choose this ancient temple in the wilderness.

It seems that they were already dead in this world.

Even their souls haven't transcended, resulting in endless reincarnation here, thus leaving so many marks on themselves.

When he ran into a room following the markings on the wall, and then looked out the door, all the evil spirits, ghosts, and curses outside seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

This room has a double bed. Through the window, you can see the lake outside and the moon hanging high in the sky. You can even see the video recorder downstairs, which you destroyed but is still intact.

On the other side of the room, there was another small room with its door slightly ajar.

The blood-red lettering on the wall warned him not to enter the room. He looked away and noticed an English dictionary on the blankets of the large bed.

A moment later, he found a pen and several loose sheets of paper in the drawer. Some of the papers had writing on them, while others were blank.

"Junichiro Yamada... I never thought that even after you're dead, you'd insist on being my father?"

"The safe house is not absolutely safe. When the corridor lights go out, the evil spirit named Kayako will return to her room to write in her diary. Please hide under the bed until she leaves, and you must never peek at her writing in her diary, or you will be tortured to death. I have also forgotten my name; my code name is Ouija Board."

He walked over and found another piece of paper under the dictionary, with words written in blood on it as well.

The reason for his death was that he tried to enter the dream of a girl named "Tomie Kawakami" through a ritual, but he did not wake up after entering the dream, and that's how he ended up taking over her body.

"And in this world, please remember your name. Only by having a name can you participate in the exam. Otherwise, you will not be able to sign your name on the answer sheet and will be considered an ineligible candidate, trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation. My name, no, it should be your name now: Yamada Junichiro, a name given to you by an evil spirit that was reborn from the Edo period. Please remember it! This is the name I gave you."

The demon's pupils trembled slightly, and countless memories surged back into its skull.