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Chapter 415 Curse?
The feeling of weightlessness, half-asleep, receded like the tide, and when Zhang Qi opened his eyes, he found himself in a typical Japanese-style room.

The air was filled with a slightly musty smell of old wood and straw mats, and dim light filtered through the paper shoji doors, casting blurry shadows on the tatami floor.

It looks like no one has lived here for a long time...

On the floor, besides the nine members of the Central Continent team who were present, and the two androids, Watson and Arnold, there were eleven other rookies lying haphazardly.

Is it difficult for twenty people?

Zhang Qi's gaze swept across the entire arena. The composition of these twenty people was far from impressive. Their Central Continent Team still possessed the true fighting strength.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the black wristwatch on his wrist, where the text representing the main quest had appeared on the screen.

[Main Quest: Survive for thirty days. Quest complete. The entire team receives one B-rank side quest and 3000 reward points.]

"Hmm? Just surviving?"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qi frowned.

Surviving for only thirty days grants a B-level side quest and a reward of three thousand points.

God's generosity is always commensurate with risk.

This means that simply "living" is already quite difficult in this world.

While he was pondering, Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, and the others gradually came to their senses.

"Wow! The Supreme God is being incredibly generous!"

"Simply surviving for thirty days gets such a high reward? Isn't that practically free?"

Upon seeing the mission details, Zheng Zha immediately exclaimed, his face filled with unexpected joy.

"Mortal wisdom."

Chu Xuan pushed up his reflective glasses, his voice as flat as ever.
"There can only be one reason why the Supreme God gives out excessive rewards that are disproportionate to the difficulty of the mission."

That means in this world, simply surviving without doing anything is already an extremely dangerous thing.

"But isn't Ju-on just about two ghosts, Kayako and Toshio?"

Zheng Zha scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

With the current strength of the Central Continent Team, all members have activated their second-tier gene locks, and with the various targeted items they've exchanged, he really can't think of any possibility of Kayako and her son turning the tide.

They could even raze this house to the ground with firepower.

"What if there are more than just these two?"

A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhang Jie.

"The setting of 'Ju-on' is modern Japan. But 'Ju-on' isn't the only horror film set in this era and country..."

Looking at everyone's gazes, Zhang Jie said quietly, "I didn't expect the main god to play like this."

"No...no way...you mean, the Supreme God combined several horror movies into one?"

Zheng Zha's expression froze.

If that's the case, then things will get really interesting. They might not be afraid of one Kayako, but what if a few more demons of similar strength come along…

"Alright, let's wait for the newcomer to wake up first."

Zhang Qi interrupted everyone's speculation.
"Without more information, any inferences are just a waste of time."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and found a place to stand guard, waiting for the newcomers to wake up.

A few minutes later, the newlyweds woke up one after another, and screams and chaos ensued as expected.

Zhan Lan stepped forward at the right moment. Without offering much explanation, she directly used her mental power to reassure everyone.

This supernatural power is more convincing than any words.

The newlyweds' fear was quickly replaced by awe and reverence, and they soon quieted down.

Just as Zhan Lan was comforting the newlyweds, a woman's voice suddenly came from downstairs. The voice was very soft, with a slight tremor and pleading, and it was speaking Japanese.

coming.

The nerves of everyone on the Zhongzhou team instantly tightened.

Being able to interact with the characters in the story means that the horror movie has officially begun.

However, the real change did not come from downstairs.

"Zi...ZiZi..."

In the corner of the room, an old CRT television suddenly lit up without warning. There was no image on the screen, only a wildly jumping static display emitting a piercing noise.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden sound.

The snowflakes flickered and swirled, like a swirling vortex.

Gradually, a blurry outline emerged at the center of the vortex.

That's a well.

An ancient well shrouded in darkness, its bottom unseen.

The black-and-white, rough, grainy images carry a chilling, bone-deep feeling...

"Damn! This... isn't this the Ring?"

Zheng Zha's Adam's apple bobbed, and he cursed out loud.

At that very moment, a sound sharper and more piercing than the television noise suddenly erupted in the room without warning.

"Ring ring ring—!"

It was the ringing of an old-fashioned telephone, so urgent it sounded like it was about to tear your eardrums apart.

Everyone turned their heads sharply and discovered a dusty black rotary telephone under a pile of clutter.

It was vibrating violently, emitting a death-threatening sound.

It felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked out.

On one side is an ancient well exuding an ominous aura on the screen, and on the other side is a telephone ringing so loudly it sends chills down your spine.

Two completely different kinds of terror converged and collided in the same small space, creating an indescribable and suffocating sense of oppression.

The ringing lasted for about ten seconds, then abruptly stopped.

Deathly silence descended.

But the deathly silence was more terrifying than the ringing of a bell.

Just when everyone thought it was over, a strange piece of music drifted out from the phone receiver without anyone touching it.

The melody was distorted and broken, as if it came from the depths of hell, with every note carrying resentment and curses, drilling into the depths of everyone present's mind.

"This ringtone...it's a ghost call!"

Zhan Lan was pale. Just in case, she watched most of the classic Japanese horror movies in the God Space.

The ringtone is meaningless; it's the sound of "One Missed Call," but shouldn't "One Missed Call" be used on a cell phone?

"what--!!"

Before everyone could react, a newcomer dressed in a suit, who looked like a company employee, appeared.

He covered his ears with both hands, his nails digging into his scalp, but he couldn't stop the demonic sound from drilling into his brain.

His eyes bulged out, bloodshot, staring intently at the black rotary phone, as if it were not a communication tool, but the entrance to hell.

"Shut up! Shut up!!"

He let out a hysterical roar, leaped to his feet, and charged toward the telephone like a mad beast.

"Don't touch it!"

Zheng Zha's loud shout rang out, but it was too late.

The moment the man's hand touched the cold casing of the phone, the agonizing music abruptly stopped.

The whole world fell into absolute silence.

The madness on the man's face froze, replaced by a bewildered look of relief after surviving a disaster.

He turned his head stiffly, as if he wanted to say something to Zheng Zha.

However, he couldn't utter a single word.

His mouth was wide open, but only a series of "hoarse" sounds could be heard coming from his throat.

His body began to convulse violently, and the light in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deathly fear.

He raised his other hand, pointing tremblingly to his phone—the smartphone in his suit pocket, its screen already lit up, displaying a missed call from his own number.

The next second, his body felt as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed limply to the ground...

(End of this chapter)