A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

"Heh...heh..."

Tanaka Ichiro opened his mouth.

He wanted to call for help.

But it could only produce a hoarse, leaky sound.

His teeth had become loose and fallen out, and his vision had become cloudy.

He used up his last bit of strength.

He raised his hand, which had become as withered and thin as a chicken claw, his eyes filled with endless fear and despair.

It was at this moment that...

"Bang!"

The back door was suddenly flung open by an invisible force.

Tanaka Ichiro's old and frail body was thrown out of the car without any mercy, as if he were a piece of trash.

It fell heavily onto the cold ground at the entrance of the cemetery.

After doing all this, the old, eerie taxi slowly turned off its roof light, silently turned around, and disappeared once again into the distant, hazy fog.

The whole world.

It seemed as if only Ichiro Tanaka was left.

No.

It should be said that only an old man named Tanaka Ichiro remained.

He lay on the ground, coughing violently.

Each breath felt like pulling a broken bellows, and a heart-wrenching pain shot through my chest.

He struggled to lift his head.

His cloudy eyes looked at the rusty iron gate of the cemetery in front of him, and then at the blood-red countdown that was still beating mercilessly in his field of vision.

[Task time limit: 5 hours and 42 minutes.]

Less than twenty minutes had passed.

But his life.

But he was already old.

The real world.

Inside the live stream room in Sakura Country, there was complete silence.

All the surviving viewers were like chickens with their throats choked, staring blankly at the old figure curled up on the ground on the screen, barely clinging to life.

That withered skin, that straw-like white hair, those cloudy, lifeless eyes...

Is this still the same Tanaka who they had high hopes for not long ago, full of vigor and ambition?

despair.

Like the tides of the deep sea, it silently engulfed everyone's heart.

"It's over...it's all over..."

A middle-aged man slumped in a chair, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

His voice wasn't loud.

Yet it stood out remarkably clearly amidst the deathly silence.

It's like a heavy hammer.

It shattered the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

"Why did this happen...why!"

"Yang Jian can do it, and so can that woman from Kyushu, so why must Tanaka-kun pay such a heavy price!"

A young girl covered her mouth.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, his voice filled with grief, indignation, and bewilderment.

"The price...is this the price?"

"To trade a lifetime for a mere twenty minutes' journey... this isn't a transaction, it's blatant robbery!"

"This damn world, it doesn't want anyone to survive!"

"We lost, we lost completely."

"The disaster of the human head balloons is not yet resolved, and now our only hope... has also turned into this."

"Amaterasu, have you truly abandoned your people?"

Pessimism spread like a plague.

They knew it very well.

An elderly man, frail and nearing the end of his life, whose physical functions had deteriorated to their limit.

Don't even mention completing some weird mission.

I'm afraid even walking a few more steps is a luxury.

Ichiro Tanaka.

There's no chance of surviving that bizarre dungeon.

The hope of the Sakura Kingdom was thus extinguished.

……

The ground was cold.

The biting cold seeped into Tanaka Ichiro's limbs and bones through his thin clothes.

He was not reconciled.

An unprecedented sense of resentment, like a raging fire, burned in his chest!

Why?

Why should I?!

He gritted his teeth.

The loose teeth made a clicking sound between the gums, as if they might fall out at any moment.

He could feel the life force irreversibly draining from his aging body, and the shadow of death looming over him.

He gave it his all.

He used his arms, which were like withered branches, to support himself on the ground, trying to get up.

But this body is far too weak.

Muscle atrophy made even such a simple movement incredibly difficult for him.

"I...I can't just collapse like this..."

A beast-like growl escaped Tanaka Ichiro's throat, and a terrifying glint flashed in his murky eyes.

Even if he dies.

We must not die here silently, like a stray dog ​​that no one cares about!

"Aaaaaah—!"

A hoarse roar.

He used his last bit of strength to finally stand up, albeit unsteadily.

Every breath strained his failing lungs, causing excruciating pain, but he didn't care.

He raised his head.

Look ahead at the cemetery shrouded in thick gray fog.

That was the end of his journey.

he knows.

I don't have any time left.

Every minute, every second, death was closing in on him.

He must complete the mission!

Take the first step.

He staggered and nearly fell again.

The knee joint groaned under the strain, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

He could only bend over.

Like a true old man, he moved forward step by step, with great difficulty.

It's only about a hundred meters away.

At this moment, it seems to have become an insurmountable barrier.

His vision began to blur, he heard a ringing in his ears, and his heartbeat grew weaker and weaker.

He knew this was a harbinger of death.

"Hurry...hurry up..."

He urged himself on, each step leaving a shallow drag mark on the ground.

Cold sweat had already soaked through his graying hair, which clung stickily to his forehead.

Fifty meters...

Thirty meters...

ten meters...

at last.

Just moments before his consciousness was about to completely plunge into darkness.

His hand.

I touched a cold, rough wooden door.

The cemetery guardhouse.

arrive……

He used his body weight.

He slammed the door open and tumbled into the dimly lit room like a rolling gourd.

It happened the instant his body entered the guard cell.

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

The envelope mission is complete.

[Task timeout countdown, aborted.]

In that field of vision.

The blood-red numbers, which had been flashing like a death knell, finally disappeared.

It was a success...

On Tanaka Ichiro's lifeless face, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared.

His tense mind completely relaxed, and the boundless darkness instantly swallowed him up.

He felt dizzy.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

Inside the Sakura Kingdom live stream room.

The surviving spectators watched this scene with extremely complex expressions on their faces.

There is admiration, and there is sorrow.

But more.

It is an endless sense of loss.

The mission was accomplished, but the person had reached the end of their life.

Many people sighed and silently turned off the live stream.

They knew it was all over.

Tanaka Ichiro, a player from the Sakura Kingdom, is about to die.

however.

Just as most viewers left and the number of people in the live stream decreased sharply.

A bizarre scene.

It appeared without any warning!

In the shadows of the guard cell, behind a dilapidated table and chair, a previously invisible outline slowly came into focus.

That was someone who was equally old.

An old man who looks even older than Ichiro Tanaka.

He was dressed in a tattered gravedigger's uniform, his face covered in lividity, and his eyes were empty, as if he were not a living person at all.

He accepted the envelope that Tanaka Ichiro had rolled to his feet, and then slowly stood up from his chair.

He took it one step at a time.

She silently approached Tanaka Ichiro, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and looked down at him.

In the empty eye sockets.

A strange light seemed to flash across it.

Followed by.

He extended a withered finger, as dry as a twig, and gently touched Tanaka Ichiro's forehead.

next second.

Something terrifying has happened!

A visible, thick, inky black aura surged wildly from the old man's fingertips.

It was as if the floodwaters had found an outlet and poured into Tanaka Ichiro's body!

Tanaka Ichiro's body trembled violently.

It then began to convulse violently, as if it were enduring unimaginable pain.

"Ugh..."

A suppressed groan escaped from deep in his throat, and his tightly closed eyes snapped open!

In those eyes.

It was no longer the murky light of an old man, but a strange light mixed with terror, pain and violence!

He could feel it clearly.

A cold, evil, and violent thing was forcibly shoved into his body!

That thing doesn't belong to humans!

That was... eerie!!!

……

"roar--!"

An uncontrollable, violent will erupted from the depths of Tanaka Ichiro's soul.

He simply couldn't withstand the cold, evil aura within him, as if it were about to tear his reason to shreds!

He suddenly leaped to his feet and let out a roar that sounded inhuman!

This was accompanied by a roar.

A powerful surge of black ghostly energy erupted from him!

boom!!!

The black shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a shock wave.

The already rotten wooden doors and windows of the guard cell were instantly shattered by the shock!

Even more shocking is...

The thick, gray mist that had perpetually enveloped the cemetery was instantly repelled and pushed dozens of meters away the moment it came into contact with this black ghostly aura, as if it had encountered its nemesis!

In a short time.

A strange vacuum zone appeared centered on the guard cell!

After the roar.

Tanaka Ichiro was breathing heavily. He slowly lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands.

Those hands.

It is no longer as withered and thin as before, resembling a chicken claw.

Although her skin was still pale and bloodless, it had regained its fullness and strength.

An unprecedentedly powerful force surged through every corner of his body.

He could sense it.

The cold "thing" that had been stuffed into his body was now strangely intertwined with his soul, as if it had become a part of his body.

He can... control it!