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

After saying that.

Without waiting for Qin Taotao's response, he turned and walked out of the alley.

He walked slowly.

But with each step taken, the figure becomes somewhat ethereal.

Just three or five steps later.

He vanished completely into the hazy fog.

The alleyway fell silent once more.

Only Qin Taotao remained, along with a corpse that had begun to grow cold.

Qin Taotao slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

She finally understood.

From the moment Yang Jian saved her.

Or.

From the moment Yang Jian sent her out to find supplies, she became bait.

A bait specifically designed for fishing.

Those with ill intentions, or those self-righteous foreign demon tamers, are the fish that have been caught.

Yang Jian didn't care about supplies at all.

What he cares about are the vengeful spirits inside these "fish".

He is harvesting.

He was using all the resources in this entire bizarre instance to support himself.

"What...what exactly is he going to do?" Qin Taotao murmured to herself.

This method, this scheming, this callous disregard for human life sent chills down her spine.

But at the same time.

An unprecedented sense of security rose from the bottom of her heart.

Because she was this man's "tool".

As long as she's still useful.

She is the safest person in the world.

……

In the real world, at the Kyushu Command Center.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the disappearing figure on the big screen, speechless for a long time.

After a long while...

An old general with white hair finally let out a long breath, and his cloudy eyes gleamed with an unprecedented sharpness.

"Well done! Well done, Yang Jian!"

The old general slammed his hand on the table, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"This...this is amazing."

The adjutant standing to the side was utterly shocked.

The head of the think tank was also beaming with enthusiasm, frantically taking notes in his notebook:

"The analysis results are in!"

"Yang Jian's previous actions weren't reckless; he was hunting!"

"He's using Qin Taotao as bait to lure out ghost tamers from other countries or vengeful spirits from the dungeon. He's using war to fuel his war effort!"

"Quickly! Seal this video immediately and classify it as top secret!"

"Also, notify the propaganda department: while we can't reveal details of Yang Jian's abilities, we must release the news that he killed the Sakura Kingdom's demon tamer!"

"We want the people to know that with Yang Jian here, the nation's destiny will surely endure!"

The command center in Kyushu was bustling with activity, but this activity was filled with hope and fighting spirit.

On the Kyushu network.

It has already stirred up a tremendous wave.

"Holy crap! Yang Shen is awesome! (voice cracks)"

"What just happened? I only blinked, and that arrogant Japanese devil is gone?"

"Did you see that? It looks like Yang Shen ate that ghost! He ate it! What kind of divine power is that?"

"Weren't you jumping around a lot just now? Come on, keep jumping! Your only hope has probably become nourishment for Yang Shen by now, right?"

"Those who offend our land, though far away, shall be punished! God Yang is mighty!"

Countless people in Kyushu cheered in front of their screens, and some even took to the streets to set off firecrackers.

This is the exhilarating feeling of going from extreme suppression to an instantaneous explosion.

It makes every Kyushu resident feel their blood boil.

however.

In contrast to the revelry in Kyushu, the command center of Sakura Kingdom was a scene of utter devastation.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

The temporary supreme leader of Sakura Kingdom slumped in his chair, his face ashen, his eyes staring blankly at the screen.

on the screen.

Tanaka Ichiro's body still lay in the cold alley, like a piece of discarded rotten flesh.

"Tanaka-kun... he was a hero of our Great Sakura Empire, how could he die? How could he die!"

"Baka! What kind of sorcery did that Kyushu guy use?!"

"It's over...it's all over..."

Inside the command center.

Cries, roars, and the sounds of things being smashed filled the air.

Tanaka Ichiro is not only a demon tamer, but also the spiritual pillar of Sakura Country after the arrival of the eerie.

His death.

This means that the Sakura Kingdom will completely lose its voice in this instance, and it may even mean that the Sakura Kingdom's national fortune will never recover.

In Sakura Country.

The crowd, who had been celebrating wildly, seemed to be frozen in place.

As they watched the words "Ichiro Tanaka has been killed in action" displayed on the big screen, and saw their hero, on whom they had placed so much hope, die like a dog in a foreign land, an indescribable despair instantly enveloped the entire island nation.

"Is the Empire... truly beyond hope?"

"Why is this happening? We were so close to winning..."

"That Kyushu man... he's a devil! He's a devil who crawled out of hell!"

Pessimism spread like a plague.

In some cities of Sakura Country.

Small-scale riots have even begun to occur.

And all this.

Yang Jian, who was far away in the instance, was unaware of this, or rather, he simply didn't care.

Yang Jian at this moment.

I am walking on an empty street.

He could sense it.

Having just devoured the vengeful spirit within Tanaka Ichiro's body, his compatibility with the character "Yang Jian" has increased considerably.

He was intoxicated by the feeling of being in control of everything and ignoring the rules.

"Not enough."

Yang Jian stopped and looked up in the direction of the city center.

there.

An even more terrifying and chilling aura is resurfacing.

That was the true core of this instance, and the most important "feast" in his plan.

"Now that we're here, let's eat all the ghosts in this place."

He murmured softly.

The figure disappeared into the thick fog once again.

In Kyushu's live stream room, the chat was still scrolling wildly.

"Have you noticed? Yang Shen seems to have become even colder."

"That look in their eyes...it's not like a human's, but I like it! In this bizarre world, the more ruthless a person is, the longer they live!"

"Where is Yang Shen going?"

"Judging from the direction he's heading, it seems to be towards the city's central hospital?"

"That's a restricted area!"

"Several demon tamers from different countries have gone in before and never came out!"

"restricted area?"

"For Yang Shen, that's probably just a fancy cafeteria, right?"

The people of Kyushu have developed an almost blind worship of Yang Jian.

In their eyes.

There's nothing Yang Jian can't do if he sets his mind to it.

And the think tanks of Kyushu.

He was intently analyzing Yang Jian's every move.

"His goal is clear: he is looking for high-level vengeful ghosts."

"This rate of growth is terrifying."

"If he continues to devour like this, what will he eventually become?"

"I don't know, but one thing is certain: as long as he is still one of us from Kyushu, he is our biggest trump card."

The old general stood in front of the screen, his palms slightly sweaty.

He is very clear.

Yang Jian is now walking a path fraught with danger.

If things go wrong, the consequences could be disastrous.

But he also understands.

In this era, mediocrity means demise.