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

An indescribable chill and stinging sensation.

The sensation instantly spread throughout Yang Jian's entire body.

He felt as if his body was being cut and reassembled by countless invisible blades.

Every cell, every inch of skin, is undergoing a bizarre transformation.

This process lasted less than ten seconds.

After the last streak of light completely merged into Yang Jian's body, the woodcutter's knife in his hand vanished without a trace.

However, Yang Jian's body underwent an astonishing change.

His right hand.

The hand that originally belonged to a normal person now had faint, sharp, blood-red lines emerging beneath the skin, like blades.

These lines covered his entire palm and arm.

It appears and disappears intermittently.

It exudes a chilling, sharp aura.

Yang Jian slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then clenched them tightly.

Om-!

in the air.

A soft cutting sound seemed to be heard.

He could clearly feel that his right hand was no longer an ordinary hand.

It was given the 'concept' of a machete.

If he wants to.

His hand is like an indestructible knife!

A knife capable of dismembering vengeful ghosts!

Just as Yang Jian was feeling the new power in his body, the system's notification sound appeared before his eyes once again.

[Successfully absorbed the supernatural item 'Hatchet', gaining permanent ability: Ghost Hand - Dismemberment.]

[Playing progress increased by 10%.]

[The host has been detected to have obtained the key supernatural puzzle piece, the "Hacksaw." The ultimate supernatural weapon crafting quest is now initiated.]

[Mission Objective: Collect the following supernatural items: [Gun Barrel (Gold + Dead Skin)] + [Ghost Scissors] + [Coffin Nails]]

[Mission Reward: Synthesize the ultimate supernatural weapon – the Supernatural Spear.]

Seeing the series of system notifications flooding the screen, Yang Jian's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Playing the role of progress.

It surged by 10%!

This is a much greater boost than any of the vengeful spirits he had ever devoured!

and.

The synthesis mission for the weapon he had been dreaming of, the strongest weapon in Yang Jian's original work, has finally officially begun!

God-Slaying Spear!

Just seeing this name made Yang Jian feel a surge of excitement.

The moment those three words appeared in Yang Jian's mind, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

This.

That is the true foundation of Yang Jian, the Ghost Eye who swept through an era in the original work!

That was a truly unsolvable supernatural weapon.

It is pieced together from several top-tier supernatural items and possesses terrifying power to suppress everything.

The dismemberment by the machete, the suppression by the coffin nails, and the fatal blow by the ghost scissors.

Combined with a gun barrel made of gold and dead human skin, capable of warding off supernatural forces...

These four elements are combined into one.

That's how the spear that could suppress all evil spirits was created!

now.

The first and most crucial component of this divine weapon—the woodcutter's axe—has been completely absorbed and transformed into its own power.

The crafting quest has begun.

The rest.

It's about finding the other three key pieces of the puzzle.

Gold, the material for gun barrels, is not particularly rare in the real world; with sufficient authority and resources, it can always be found.

Ghost scissors, coffin nails, and dead skin...

These three things are the real trouble.

They are all top-tier paranormal items.

Each one is enough to cause a huge uproar; to obtain them is like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

But this did not frighten Yang Jian; on the contrary, it made his fighting spirit even stronger.

The goal has been clearly defined.

The road is right beneath your feet.

All that's left is to keep going step by step, and smash everything that stands in your way!

I gathered up the surging thoughts in my heart.

Yang Jian shifted his gaze from the system panel in front of him and turned it back to the desolate hotel corridor.

While the matter of killing the god of war is important, it is ultimately a goal for the future.

top priority.

It's about solving the immediate problems and winning this "game" that has already begun.

The ghostly troupe members, like wild dogs unleashed, charged up every floor of the hotel, launching a frenzied hunt for players from all over the world.

There can only be one winner in this game.

That's him, Yang Jian!

"It's my turn."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yang Jian's lips; he could already feel the new power surging within this body.

That was derived from the machete, representing the purest and most primitive concept of "dismemberment".

His right hand.

At this moment, it is an indestructible blade.

next second.

His tightly closed, blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly burst open!

Within the scarlet ghost eye.

There was no emotion whatsoever, only a profound stillness.

Om-!

An invisible wave emanated from Yang Jian and swept outwards in all directions like a tide.

The crimson light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The stain instantly permeated the entire third-floor corridor, covering the walls, carpet, and ceiling.

Everything was shrouded in an ominous, bloody hue.

Ghostland!

Moreover, it is a larger and more stable ghost realm than before!

After the character's progress is improved.

Yang Jian's control over the Ghost Realm has reached a completely new level.

His figure slowly became ethereal and eventually vanished completely, as if he had never existed.

at the same time.

The entire eerie hotel was shrouded in a faint red light.

The ghosts from the opera troupe scattered throughout the hotel almost simultaneously felt this sudden, chilling, and eerie oppression.

It was a terror that originated from a higher level.

It was as if an invisible pair of eyes were coldly watching their every move from the highest point of the hotel.

It's in the lobby on the first floor.

The martial arts ghost, who was frantically chasing a white player, suddenly froze.

It can sense it clearly.

The source of that aura was none other than Yang Jian!

That man... he made his move!

"Damn it! His ghostly aura can actually cover the entire hotel!"

Wu Shenggui was both shocked and furious.

It originally thought...

Even if Yang Jian gets the wood-chopping knife, he still needs to hunt down the vengeful ghosts layer by layer.

In that case...

With their numerical advantage and familiarity with hotels, they may well have a fighting chance.

But now it seems that it was too naive.

Faced with absolute strength.

Any scheme or stroke of luck seems so pale and powerless.

"We need to speed things up!"

The martial arts ghost let out a sharp roar, its voice filled with anxiety and ruthlessness.

"We absolutely cannot lose this game!"

Lost.

That means you have to agree to one of that person's conditions!

To become his slave.

He might even use it as nourishment to enhance his abilities and completely devour it!

This is absolutely unacceptable to them!

Amidst the roars.

Wu Shenggui abandoned the terrified white player in front of him, turned around abruptly, and rushed in another direction.

Its goal is to hunt down as many players as possible and win the game!

The other ghosts in the opera troupe also received the same message.

They no longer fight their own battles.

Instead, it seemed to form a torrent, rushing towards the nearest player gathering place.

Their first target was the area where the players from the United States were located!

……

The real world.

When the entire eerie hotel was shrouded in a faint red light, and countless hideous opera troupe ghosts surged like a tide towards the guest room where the player from the Lighthouse Kingdom was located.

The command center of the United States fell into complete silence.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen, their faces deathly pale.

"FUCK!!!"

A furious roar shattered the tranquility of the command center.

An elderly white man with a general's star on his shoulder slammed his fist on the hard alloy tabletop with a loud "bang".

"That Yang Jian from Kyushu! What on earth is he trying to do?! Has he gone mad?!"

"He's declaring war on our beacon of light!"

however.

His roar went unanswered by anyone.

declare war?

What can we use to declare war?

Should we send troops into that bizarre instance?

That would just be sending someone to be killed by a vengeful ghost.

In the face of supernatural forces.

Modern technological weapons seem so powerless.

They are the world's superpowers.

They are the strongest nation on Earth.

But at this moment.

They could only watch helplessly as their players were slaughtered by a horde of demons from hell in that terrifying hotel.

This immense sense of disparity and powerlessness.

It made every executive present feel suffocated.

"We...we have to do something!"

"Press the pressure on Kyushu! Make them stop Yang Jian's actions immediately!"

"It was a civilian official who said in a trembling voice."

"Pressuring?"

"Don't you think we've caused enough trouble already?"

A head of an intelligence department next to him sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Don't forget who spearheaded this joint sanctions! What right do we have to make demands of Kyushu now?"

In a word.

This plunged the entire command center into silence once again.

Yes.

They had previously united the world to try to sanction Kyushu and force Kyushu to kill Yang Jian.

But now, karma has come back to bite them.

It came so quickly, so fiercely.

Yang Jian used the most direct approach.

The bloodiest way.

It gave them a resounding slap in the face.

"It's all Sakura Country's fault!"

Sudden.

Some have pointed the finger at another country.

"If they hadn't been stirring things up all along, and if we weren't acting in their best interests in the Asia-Pacific region, we wouldn't have ended up like this with Kyushu!"

"That's right! Those damned Sakura people! They must be held responsible for this!"

"Issue a statement immediately!"

"We, the beacon nation, regret Yang Jian's personal actions, but we respect the survival rules within the bizarre dungeon."

"At the same time, we will immediately cease all unreasonable sanctions imposed on Kyushu, and... we will re-evaluate our alliance with Sakura Country!"

Faced with the threat of death.

So-called allies and so-called international morality have become worthless.

The top brass of the United States.

A consensus was reached almost instantly.

Shifting the blame!