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

A bizarre world, the Z City Grand Hotel.

Watching the monster he had "created" disappear into the thick gray fog outside the hotel.

Yang Jian's lips.

Finally, a cold and cruel smile appeared on his face.

ended.

But that's where it all ends.

For the "gift" he sent out, for the real world, especially for the Sakura Kingdom, a real nightmare, one that could overturn the nation, had only just begun.

Of course he knew where that monster in Murakami's skin had gone.

In a bizarre world.

Being completely corrupted and assimilated by the power of the vengeful spirit is equivalent to becoming a part of the vengeful spirit, an extension of it.

The headless, suit-wearing ghost that Yang Jian used was not a complete entity in itself.

It was just a fragment.

A powerful one.

But they are incomplete fragments.

After this fragment, through Murakami-kun's "container," acquired a human body capable of free movement.

The first thing it does.

It's not like what other players imagine—that they'll descend directly into the real world and go on a killing spree.

Its instinct.

Its deepest longing, stemming from the supernatural, will drive it to seek out its other parts.

Go and search for the fragments scattered in other corners of this strange world...

Through repeated brutal killings, Yang Jian planted the supernatural power of the headless suit-wearing ghost deep into Murakami's soul, like a seed.

Twenty-one deaths and resurrections are twenty-one acts of nurturing and catalysis.

This seed had already taken root and sprouted, completely devouring everything about Murakami and turning him into a perfect puppet driven only by the instincts of a vengeful spirit.

And now.

The puppet has set off on a journey to find the fragments.

Yang Jian could even vaguely sense it.

Deeper into that gray fog, the figure was moving at an inhuman speed, following some kind of shared guidance, constantly approaching the next target.

When it finds all the pieces.

The moment it was pieced back together as a complete whole...

This vengeful ghost.

He will instantly break through the level restrictions of A-rank in this dungeon world and leap into... a truly terrifying S-rank existence!

At that time.

Only then can it truly cross the barrier between the bizarre and reality and descend upon... the Sakura Kingdom!

A complete one.

A terrifying ghost, reaching S-level, descended upon the capital of a country without warning.

What would that look like?

That.

It will be a true catastrophe, a national annihilation!

This is the "grand gift" that Yang Jian prepared for Yingguo, for those countries that dared to bare their fangs at Kyushu.

Use your people.

Create a demon that will destroy yourselves.

That's fair.

"hehe……"

A soft, ambiguous laugh escaped Yang Jian's throat.

In this deathly silent corridor, it seemed exceptionally clear, and exceptionally eerie.

He patted the non-existent dust off his hands, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Then he turned around.

Those cold, indifferent eyes swept across the end of the corridor once more.

in the room.

Those players who were hiding seemed to sense the cold gaze and instinctively trembled.

They witnessed firsthand how that devil of Kyushu tortured a living player twenty-one times in a way that could only be described as insane!

At last.

The player from the Sakura Kingdom transformed into a bizarre state, neither human nor ghost, and passed through the hotel door, disappearing outside.

all of these.

All of this completely overturned their understanding and shattered their last psychological defenses.

In their eyes.

At this moment, Yang Jian is ten thousand times more terrifying than any ghost in this hotel!

Yang Jian ignored these terrified "ants".

He didn't care whether these people lived or died.

Under the horrified gazes of the people in the corridor, he took a step forward, turned around, and walked downstairs.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow.

But it was like a series of heavy hammers, striking precisely at the hearts of every survivor on the third floor.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Until the footsteps completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The players on the first floor seemed to be instantly freed from the ice, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily.

He survived...

That devil is finally gone!

The overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal instantly engulfed them.

……

The corridor on the second floor.

It was still as gloomy and dark as ever.

A faint, lingering smell of blood and a chilling atmosphere seemed to remain in the air.

Yang Jian had just walked down the stairs, and hadn't taken more than a few steps.

suddenly.

"Creak..."

A slight sound of a door hinge turning was heard.

Not far away.

The door to room 202 was carefully opened with a crack.

A small head peeked out from under the door, its beautiful eyes filled with tension and vigilance.

Only after recognizing Yang Jian as the person standing in the corridor did the tension in his eyes instantly fade, replaced by a visibly relieved expression.

It's Li Yao.

Yang Jian stopped and looked at her expressionlessly.

Li Yao seemed to realize that what she was doing was inappropriate. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly opened the door completely. She stood at the door with her head down, looking a little awkward, like a student who had done something wrong.

"Mr. Yang..."

Her voice was very soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Obviously.

She, who was on the second floor, could hear clearly the hellish screams and torment that had lasted for nearly an hour.

after all,

The headless, suit-wearing ghost's room was very, very close to hers!

Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, those shrill screams, so agonizing they were inhuman, were enough to conjure up a thousand terrifying images in her mind.

Yang Jian remained silent.

He simply took a step and walked straight toward room 202.

Li Yao saw this.

I instinctively took a step back, making room for the doorway.

Yang Jian walked into her room.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed her inside and carefully closed the door again.

The room's furnishings were almost identical to Yang Jian's own.

The same European retro decor, the same luxurious furniture, and in the corner, there is a fireplace with a roaring fire, bringing a sliver of warmth and light to this cold room.

Li Yao stood behind Yang Jian.

He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, head down, without saying a word.

She didn't know why Yang Jian had suddenly come to her room.

Her heart was filled with trepidation and unease, but even more so with an indescribable curiosity.

She was very curious.

Just now on the first floor, what exactly did Yang Jian do to that Sakura player?

But she was very clear about her identity.

She was just a survivor whom Yang Jian had casually saved, and who could die at any moment.

She is not qualified.

They also lacked the courage to investigate the secrets of their savior.

Never ask what you shouldn't ask.

Never look at things you shouldn't see.

This is the most basic rule for survival in a bizarre world.

in the room.

An eerie silence fell.

Only the flames in the fireplace made a soft crackling sound.

Just when Li Yao felt she was about to be driven crazy by the oppressive atmosphere, Yang Jian's calm and indifferent voice suddenly rang out.

"Are you curious about what I just did?"

Li Yao was startled and subconsciously looked up at Yang Jian's back.

he……

He actually brought this up on his own initiative?

Can he read my mind?

For a moment, Li Yao's heart skipped a beat. A feeling of being completely seen through made her feel inexplicably panicked.

but.

Since Yang Jian took the initiative to ask, it seems... that I can find out?

The thought, like a kitten's paw, scratched at her heart.

In the end, intense curiosity triumphed over fear.

She looked at Yang Jian's retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded heavily.

"Um."

Yang Jian slowly turned around.

Those dark eyes gazed at her calmly.

That look in his eyes.

It remained as cold and indifferent as ever, devoid of any emotion.

But in that cold, deepest part, Li Yao seemed to see a hint of... mockery?

"It's nothing."

Yang Jian's voice remained calm and expressionless.

"I'm just... preparing a grand gift for the real world, for some foolish country."

A... big gift?

Li Yao's pupils contracted slightly.

She couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence at all.

Who is this generous gift for?

Is it the land of cherry blossoms?

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