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

Inside the Kyushu Supreme Command Center.

The heavy gold chest was placed in a specially made deep well.

Surrounded by rings of infrared surveillance and life detectors, the deathly silence instilled a sense of oppressive unease in every high-ranking official present.

The old man slowly withdrew his gaze from the deep well.

His palms rubbed against the cold control panel, his voice hoarse and deep.

These two options.

It sounds like a road, but it's actually more like a cliff.

His words instantly extinguished the atmosphere in the entire hall.

Everyone knows it.

The existence of vengeful ghosts, from the moment they appeared in this world, shattered the scientific logic that humanity had built up over thousands of years.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

These five words.

It is a truth bought with countless lives and the loss of civilization.

The only way to completely erase that fragment in the real world is to find someone who can control it.

but.

What is the price of controlling a vengeful spirit?

It is the decay of the body, the mutation of the soul, and the resurgence of vengeful ghosts that may erupt at any moment.

Li Yao stood in the corner.

Her pale face was devoid of color, and the power of the Water Drop Demon stirred restlessly within her.

She knows that feeling best.

That's not about gaining power, it's about wrestling with death in a battle you're destined to lose.

As for the first option...

Go to the eerie world to deal with the true form of the knocking ghost.

The old man's gaze shifted to the figure on the big screen that had disappeared into the school's mist.

Yang Jian.

This name has now become Kyushu's only lifeline.

but.

What right do we have to ask of him?

A high-ranking military official spoke with a bitter expression.

He is neither one of our soldiers nor one of our subordinates; he is a survivor struggling in a bizarre world, and may no longer even be a purely human being.

We didn't even have a signal to contact him.

A deathly silence fell over the hall once again.

This feeling of powerlessness is even more despairing than facing a vengeful ghost.

at the same time.

In that eerie world shrouded in mist.

The dilapidated taxi screeched and groaned as it glided slowly down the empty street.

The ghost driver's withered hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and its eyes had no pupils, only a murky, deathly gray.

It kept looking at the back seats of the car through the rearview mirror.

there.

Qin Taotao was unconscious, her breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But outside the car window.

The school shrouded in the ghostly knocking is rapidly receding into the distance.

The suffocating knocking finally stopped.

The ghost driver let out a sigh like a leaking bellows.

Its consciousness was filled with an unspeakable fear.

This fear doesn't come from ghosts knocking on doors, but from the world itself.

It can sense it.

The laws of this world are collapsing, and an incomprehensible fire is burning silently.

All the supernatural things that exist here.

Whether strong or weak, they are all like fish trapped in a dried-up pond.

If we don't escape.

The final outcome was nothing but ashes.

It glanced back at Qin Taotao, and then, as if piercing through space, saw the figure holding the red gun.

Yang Jian was the most unique being it had ever seen.

That was not a simple demon tamer; it was a grim reaper walking among the living, a mortal stealing the authority of the gods.

It's gambling.

It is hoped that Yangjian will be able to preserve a shady spot for it during the impending fire.

The taxi made a sharp turn and stopped in front of a strange building.

It was a post office that looked like it was built in the 1950s, with green bricks and tiles, but it smelled musty to the core.

Above the gate hung a rickety plaque with three large, distorted characters written on it.

The Mysterious Post Office.

At this moment, Yang Jian was standing in front of the post office.

He sensed the thick, eerie aura emanating from the air, his eyes as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

The role is to advance the progress.

It gave him a deeper understanding of the nature of this world.

He knew that everything he was doing now was not just to complete the system's tasks.

It is also paving the way for the future.

The Kyushu region in the real world, a country that still maintains its last shred of dignity in the face of disaster, is the anchor point he chose.

He needs a powerful force.

A foundation that can maintain order even after he has fully entered the depths of the bizarre world.

The Ghost Post Office was the cradle for cultivating this force.

This place is full of curses, but also full of opportunities.

If he can control this place, he can mass-produce ghost riders who obey his commands.

At this time.

A screeching sound of brakes came from behind.

The ghost driver dragged his heavy steps and carried the unconscious Qin Taotao to Yang Jian.

Its movements appeared humble and stiff, like a servant offering a sacrifice to a king.

Yang Jian looked at the ghost who had once run rampant on the eerie bus, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He stretched out his hand.

He gently pressed his hand on Qin Taotao's forehead to check on her condition.

"Beneath the ashes, you may survive."

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it carried an unquestionable authority, like a sacred decree whose words carried the weight of law.

A hint of relief appeared on the driver's stiff face.

It bowed its head deeply.

Then he turned around and got back into the old taxi.

It got the promise it wanted.

In the real world...

In Kyushu's live stream room, the pent-up emotions finally erupted.

It's Yang Jian!

He really showed up!

I knew it!

He would never abandon the players of Kyushu!

Look at his eyes, my god, this is not the kind of aura an ordinary person should have.

That was an indifference to life and death, a confidence that came from complete control.

Countless people in Kyushu cheered and jumped for joy in front of their screens, some even weeping with joy.

After experiencing the despair of the ghost knocking on the door.

Yang Jian's appearance was like a bolt of lightning piercing the night.

however.

The atmosphere in the refugees of the Lighthouse Country and the Cherry Blossom Country was completely different.

That Kyushu person... he

It's gotten stronger again.

The general from the United States stared intently at the screen, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

He could sense it.

The sense of oppression was palpable even through the screen.

Although Yang Jian was terrifying before, he was still within their comprehension.

But Yang Jian now.

Every gesture he made carried the imposing aura of someone in a superior position.

This is not fair!

Why is it that Kyushu has such a powerful figure?

An official from Sakura Kingdom let out a sickly wail.

Their players were wiped out by the curse of the human head balloon, while the players of Kyushu were protected by such a divine being.

This huge disparity drove them insane with jealousy.

On the screen.

Yang Jian has already taken over Qin Taotao's services.

He ignored all the noise from the outside world and just looked down at the yellowed envelope in Qin Taotao's arms.

That was a letter from the Ghost Post Office.

Each letter represents a mission that must end in death.

But he did something that surprised everyone.

He held up two fingers.

Clamp the envelope by one corner and then tear it open.

scoff!

The crisp sound of paper tearing was particularly jarring in the deathly silent post office entrance.

In that instant.

The entire eerie post office seemed to tremble.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply.

A thick plume of black smoke, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve, billowed wildly from the cracks in the post office door.

In the rules of the Ghost Post Office, tearing up an envelope is considered a provocation against the post office.

this means.

If a mail carrier refuses to carry out a mission, they will face the post office's most ruthless elimination.

A dark figure rapidly materialized within the black smoke.

It has no facial features, its body is like a twisted shadow puppet, and its speed exceeds the limits of human vision.

It carried a murderous intent powerful enough to freeze the soul, heading straight for Yang Jian's throat.

Humph.

Yang Jian snorted coldly.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

In the void behind him.

A gigantic, ghostly hand covered in bluish-black scales and with black, hook-like fingernails suddenly shot out.

The moment the ghostly hand appeared.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by its terrifying power.

That was a supernatural suppression that was completely outside this level.

The black figure that rushed over let out a shrill scream the moment it touched the ghostly hand.

The originally illusory body became solid under the grasp of the ghostly hand, and then began to tremble violently.

It is fear.

This vengeful ghost, who had roamed the post office for countless years and killed countless people, was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of Yang Jian.

A glint of greed flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

That's the character's instinctive craving for supernatural powers.

The ghost hand suddenly contracted.

He gripped the black figure tightly in his palm.

then.

Under the horrified gazes of countless viewers, Yang Jian opened his mouth.

A terrifying suction force erupted from his mouth.

The vengeful ghost was forcibly crushed, turning into wisps of pure, cold energy that flowed into Yang Jian's body through his mouth and nose.

Strange dark patterns flashed across Yang Jian's skin, a sign that his power was evolving.

His performance progress.

At this moment, it jumped up by another percentage point.

The surrounding black smoke dissipated instantly, and the oppressive killing intent vanished completely.