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

The dim light at the alley entrance magnified rapidly in his pupils.

He could even smell the air outside, a mixture of dust and decay, on the street!

free!

Right in front of you!

He won!

He escaped from this deadly trap!

The Kyushu people who set the trap ultimately miscalculated!

He underestimated himself.

They underestimated the will of a samurai from the Great Sakura Empire!

Ecstasy and a sense of relief overwhelmed his reason in an instant.

He had even begun to imagine it.

After escaping, how will we repay the humiliation we suffered today to the people of Kyushu a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

Three meters!

Two meters!

step!

Just one more step and he could escape this hellish alley!

His right foot was already raised.

With a force that tore through the air, it stomped heavily onto the ground outside the alley!

however.

Just as he was about to leave the alley and step into that "free" land,

It was at the moment when all the luck and ecstasy in his heart reached their peak.

A pair of cold, emotionless hands suddenly and gently covered his shoulders.

Those hands.

It is completely devoid of any human touch.

It lacks any sense of power.

It was simply set up there.

but.

The moment those hands touched my shoulders.

Tanaka Ichiro froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place.

His forward-charging posture.

His right foot, about to step down, the ecstatic expression on his face—everything froze completely at that moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

In the alley.

The venomous cries of the ghost infant still echoed.

Outside the alley.

The streets were deathly silent.

And he.

They were thus fixed on the boundary between light and darkness, unable to move.

A chill, a thousand times more terrifying than when he faced the ghost infant, shot up from his tailbone to the top of his head without warning!

The color returned to Tanaka Ichiro's face.

In an instant, it faded completely, becoming paler than a dead person.

All his luck, all his elation, all his hope, vanished completely the moment those hands reached out to him, like a burst bubble.

It transformed into boundless, the deepest fear and...despair.

He stood stiffly.

He rolled his eyes, glancing at his shoulder out of the corner of his eye.

There, a pair of hands were draped over.

A pair of...

It was pitch black, as if it were a ghostly hand formed from the purest darkness and ominousness!

dark.

Like a tidal wave, it instantly overwhelmed all of Tanaka Ichiro's vision.

Those pitch-black ghost hands.

It covered not only his eyes, but also all his senses, which he relied on to survive in this terrifying world.

Tanaka Ichiro felt his soul trembling.

The vengeful spirit within him, the terrifying being that he was once proud of and felt could rise above ordinary people.

At this moment.

It was as if a quail had encountered its natural enemy, curled up deep inside his body, trembling.

That was absolute suppression in terms of status.

That was a gaze from the depths of the abyss.

"Why...why is this happening...?"

Tanaka Ichiro's lips moved, but no sound came out.

He felt his life force rapidly slipping away.

Those cold hands.

It was as if some rule, stripping away everything, was gradually erasing his traces as a "human being" from this world.

Click.

A crisp sound pierced the quiet alleyway. It was the sound of a neck breaking.

Tanaka Ichiro's body went limp and he collapsed.

His eyes remained covered by those black hands, and until his death, he was unable to see what had killed him.

With the death of the host.

The vengeful spirit that had been suppressed within Tanaka Ichiro began to show signs of resurgence.

A thick, impenetrable black aura emanated from Tanaka Ichiro's corpse.

Twisted, struggling.

An attempt to reunite in this space.

That was the power of the only demon tamer in the Sakura Kingdom. Even if the host died, this power was still enough to turn the surrounding area into scorched earth.

however.

Just as the black energy was about to erupt completely.

The ghost baby, which had been wandering in the alley and exuding endless resentment, seemed to sense something extremely terrifying.

Its bluish-gray body trembled violently.

A hint of instinctive fear shone through those dark eye sockets.

It did not hesitate at all.

His figure flashed.

It disappeared directly into the surrounding bluish-black mist, vanishing without a trace.

Step, step, step.

The steady, rhythmic footsteps drifted slowly from the depths of the alley.

A thin figure.

Wearing a slightly oversized trench coat, she emerged from the shadows.

His face was sickly pale.

His eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion, as if everything in this world was nothing but fleeting smoke in his eyes.

The visitor was none other than Yang Jian.

He didn't even glance at Tanaka Ichiro lying on the ground; his gaze was fixed directly on the reviving black mist.

"Even though the quality is so-so, every little bit helps."

Yang Jian spoke softly, his voice hoarse yet strangely magnetic.

He slowly extended his right hand.

That hand.

Under Qin Taotao's horrified gaze, a strange change began to occur.

The skin turned black and dry, the nails became long and sharp, and an indescribable chill emanated from that hand.

These were the same ghostly hands that had just covered Tanaka Ichiro's eyes.

Yang Jian reached out and grabbed at the black mist.

Stab it--!

It sounded like tearing silk.

That wisp of malevolent black energy, powerful enough to instill despair in countless people, was utterly powerless against Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's actions were simple and brutal.

He opened his mouth.

The black mist seemed to be drawn in by some terrifying suction force, rushing wildly into his mouth.

In just a few seconds.

The oppressive, suffocating atmosphere in the alley dissipated.

The vengeful spirit inside Tanaka Ichiro was forcibly "eaten" by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, seemingly savoring something.

In his mind.

The system notification sounded clearly.

As your character progresses, you unlock the ability: Increased Ghost Domain strength.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A red light flashed deep in his eyes.

The red light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

However, it caused the surrounding space to show subtle signs of distortion.

Qin Taotao stood there, her body stiff as a stone.

She looked at the man in front of her.

Watching this man take down a terrifying demon tamer and "eat" him in a matter of seconds, my mind went completely blank.

"Mr. Yang...?"

Qin Taotao called out in a trembling voice.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Qin Taotao.

that moment.

Qin Taotao felt as if she were being watched by an ancient ferocious beast, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

But soon.

The coldness in Yang Jian's eyes dissipated somewhat, and a very faint smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Well done."

Yang Jian said calmly, "Keep trying."

"This world is big and dangerous. To survive, you have to make yourself more valuable."