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

Dim, oppressive, and deathly silent.

This is the eternal theme within the Ghost Post Office.

Tanaka Ichiro knelt on the cold floor, his breathing rapid, each breath carrying a strong stench of death.

His body was trembling.

But it wasn't out of fear, but because some inhuman force was raging wildly within him.

He had just commanded a vengeful ghost.

That was a terrifying being known as the "Finger-Severing Demon".

now.

His right index finger had turned completely bluish-black, stiff as a withered twig, and the nail had long since fallen off, revealing the rotting flesh inside.

Just now.

A line of blood-red text appeared before him.

[Back to reality/Continue delivering letters.]

The words seemed to possess a magical power, distorting slightly in the void and emitting an alluring light.

Back to reality...

He could leave this damned place the moment he had a thought.

He can return to Sakura Country.

Return to that world that, though in the midst of disaster, still had sunshine, food, and women.

As the only demon tamer in the Sakura Kingdom at present.

If he goes back, he will be a god!

He will be worshipped by countless people, and he will possess supreme power.

but.

A hint of struggle flashed in Tanaka Ichiro's eyes.

He recalled the current dire state of Sakura Country.

The "human head balloon" incident.

That was a disaster even more terrifying than the Ghost Post Office.

Countless human heads floated in the sky, with thin ropes hanging below them.

As long as you get caught in the rope.

The neck will be snapped instantly, and then the head will turn into a new balloon, joining the death parade.

He is very clear.

With his meager strength, he might be able to save a few people when he goes back, but he definitely won't be able to quell the disaster.

even.

He himself would be overwhelmed by those densely packed human head balloons.

While Tanaka Ichiro was struggling with his dilemma, in the real world of Sakura Country, a frenzied debate had already ensued.

The atmosphere inside the Kyushu Command Center of Sakura Country was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

On the huge display screen.

The video is showing Ichiro Tanaka kneeling in the post office.

"He must come back! Immediately! Right now!"

A high-ranking official slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Sakura Country is in chaos!"

"Those human-head balloons have already floated over the official residence! If no demon tamer intervenes to suppress them, our Yamato people will perish!"

"Baka! What do you know?!"

Another expert, with gray hair, retorted, "What's the point of him coming back now?"

"He only controlled a one-finger ghost; his supernatural powers are still too weak!"

"Going back would just be suicide!"

"Only by staying, continuing to deliver messages, becoming stronger, and acquiring more supernatural items will we have a chance to turn the tide!"

"Get stronger? That takes time!"

"But what we lack most right now is time! Every second, our citizens are dying!"

"If he doesn't stay, he'll always be a second-rate ghost tamer, and sooner or later he'll be killed by the resurrected vengeful spirit within him!"

On the internet.

The comments from the Sakura Kingdom flooded in like a tidal wave.

"Tanaka-kun, please come back and save us!"

"I don't want to die. There's a balloon outside my window staring at me, and it looks just like my deceased grandmother..."

"We can't come back!"

"Tanaka-kun, you are the last hope of our Yamato people!"

"You must survive in that eerie place until you become a god like Yang Jian!"

"Yang Jian? Don't even mention that monster, he doesn't care about our lives at all."

"Tanaka-kun, you must surpass him! You must devour all the demons!"

"But what if Tanaka-kun dies in the next mission? Then our Sakura Country will be completely finished!"

"This is a huge gamble! We're betting the fate of the Yamato people!"

"Tanaka Ichiro, if you are still a samurai, please choose to stay! For the Empire, for the future!"

Countless insults, pleas, and prayers intertwined online.

And on the streets of Sakura Country.

Countless people looked up at the strange human head in the sky, waiting for the hero who could save them.

This desperate struggle was broadcast around the world through the live stream.

Audiences from other countries were more interested in watching the play.

"This is going to be tough for Sakura Country. I've seen the information about that human head balloon incident. It's a curse over a region, and it can't be solved without a large-scale ghost domain."

"If Tanaka Ichiro were smart, he would stay. Although delivering the message is dangerous, it's better than going back to face tens of thousands of people."

"Look, he moved!"

on the screen.

Tanaka Ichiro slowly raised his head, his eyes becoming incredibly determined, even with a hint of madness.

"Going back... will only mean a miserable existence."

"Only those who stay can become masters!"

He spoke in a hoarse voice, as if the sound was being squeezed out from deep within his throat.

He made a decision.

Leave!

He wants to become stronger.

So powerful that it can ignore those human heads and balloons, so powerful that it can make the whole world tremble.

Thinking of this, Tanaka Ichiro glanced at the yellowed envelope in his hand.

That was his first-level mail delivery task.

According to the rules of the Ghost Post Office, if you don't want to go to the mail delivery address, there is another way to quickly level up.

That is to tear the envelope apart.

Tearing up the envelope will attract a direct attack from the vengeful ghost inside the post office.

As long as you survive, you will be granted the qualification to go to a higher level.

That's the act of a madman.

But Ichiro Tanaka felt he had gone mad.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp sound.

Under the horrified gazes of countless onlookers, Tanaka Ichiro actually tore the envelope into pieces.

As the letter paper tore.

The already dimly lit post office corridor was plunged into absolute darkness in an instant.

It was a blackness that could even swallow light.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

A cold wind suddenly arose, carrying a putrid stench.

Tanaka Ichiro felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck.

He turned his head abruptly.

He saw a blurry black figure standing silently behind him.

The dark figure had no facial features, its body was twisted, and it held a rusty iron hook in its hand.

That's the post office cleaner.