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

The flow of time in the eerie instance differs subtly from that in the real world.

Yang Jian was trapped in the enormous cage of Changshi.

The entire city is used as a chessboard.

As a grand feast was set up for all players and vengeful spirits, a monstrous wave was already raging in the real world.

The source of this giant wave.

It did not stem from conflicts between nations, nor from economic collapse, but from a fear that originated deep within the soul.

A fear known as "ghost babies".

White Elephant Kingdom.

A crowded city on the banks of the Ganges.

Under the cover of night.

The streets were still bustling with people, filled with the smells of spices, dust, and sweat.

A street vendor was loudly hawking his hand-pulled pancakes to passersby.

Several children chased and played among the crowd, their clear laughter ringing out.

Everything seemed so ordinary, filled with the mundane atmosphere of everyday life.

however.

At that moment, a faint cry suddenly broke into the noise.

"Wow...wow..."

The crying was very soft and faint, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

At first, no one noticed it.

But gradually...

The crying became clearer.

It carried a strange penetrating power, as if it didn't go through the ears, but directly into everyone's mind.

"Whose child is crying?"

"That sounds so pitiful."

The murmurs of conversation gradually rose from the crowd, and many people looked toward the source of the sound.

That sound.

It seemed to come from the depths of a dark, garbage-filled alley.

The vendor selling scallion pancakes frowned; he was the closest and heard the loudest.

The sound of crying sent a strange shiver down his spine.

It felt as if a cold hand was gently stroking the back of his neck.

He saw it.

Several children who had been laughing and playing nearby stopped in their tracks, as if attracted by something.

A pair of dark eyes stared intently at the alley, their faces showing a mixture of fascination and bewilderment.

"Hey! Don't go there! It's dangerous!" the vendor shouted instinctively.

However, it's too late.

The children seemed not to hear his warning.

Take the first step.

One by one, like puppets pulled by invisible strings, they slowly walked into that bottomless darkness.

The sound of crying.

Their journey came to an abrupt halt the moment they stepped into the alley.

Instead.

There were a few faint, almost inaudible "crunching" sounds, like bones being chewed.

Followed by.

That mournful cry of a newborn baby rang out once more.

This time, it was louder, clearer, and more... hungry than before.

The pedestrians around them still looked puzzled and curious.

Their feet, involuntarily, began to move towards that alley.

The vendor stared wide-eyed in horror.

He wanted to run away.

But he found that his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The crying sounded like a curse.

It is stripping away his will and devouring his reason.

His body.

Uncontrollably, step by step, it is walking towards the darkness that has opened its bloody maw.

A similar scene is playing out simultaneously in every corner of the world.

The Black Dust Kingdom.

Late at night, a white-collar worker who had just finished get off work was walking home, with soothing music playing in his headphones.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise coming from between the music.

He took off his headphones.

The faint, almost imperceptible cries of a baby suddenly became crystal clear.

He makes all kinds of mistakes.

We turned onto a side street we'd never been on before.

the next day.

He was placed on the missing persons list.

The beacon of light.

In a villa located in the suburbs.

The family is sitting around the dining table, enjoying a warm dinner.

The news was playing on TV when suddenly the signal dropped, and the screen turned into static.

Amidst the crackling of electricity, a chilling cry seeped in.

The father frowned and got up to check the television, but his steps led him straight to the French window that led to the dark backyard.

This is a global catastrophe.

In any country where players have participated in this bizarre dungeon challenge and have been confirmed dead, strange "ghost baby crying" events will begin to appear randomly.

No one knows where the ghost baby is, nor who its next target will be.

It's like a death god wandering the earth, reaping one vibrant life after another with the most helpless and pitiful voice.

panic.

Like a virus, it spread throughout the world in a very short time.

It was the headline news on the front page of major media outlets.

Everything was consumed by this bizarre event.

Shocking! Mysterious disappearances occur in multiple locations around the world; the only clue is the sound of a baby crying!

A Lullaby from Hell: Experts Analyze the Truth Behind the "Ghost Baby Incident"!

Is the end of the world coming? How will humanity face this unprecedented supernatural crisis?

Blurry, shaky mobile phone videos are spreading wildly online.

In the video.

As if possessed, people walked into the darkness, followed by chilling chewing sounds and the sound of crying rising again.

This is no longer a distant, eerie copy, but a real horror happening around everyone.

No one knows how far the crying covered.

Nobody knows how far it will grow.

Nobody knows.

Could I become that ghost baby's meal in the next second?

Under extreme fear, anger begins to fester.

soon.

All the criticism is directed at one place—Kyushu!

"It's Kyushu! It's their player Yang Jian who deliberately sabotaged our players in the dungeon!"

"Our players have successfully tamed the vengeful spirits; they are humanity's hope!"

"If they could come back, they could definitely resolve this crisis involving the ghost infants! But they were all killed by Yang Jian!"

"Kyushu must be held responsible! They've unleashed the devil!"

International public opinion instantly boiled over, and countless condemnations and questions flew across the land like snowflakes.

They believe.

If Yang Jian hadn't gone on a killing spree in the bizarre dungeon, their players wouldn't have died, and the real world wouldn't have suffered this undeserved disaster.

In their view.

Those players who died were supposed to be heroes who led their countries into an extraordinary era, and valuable assets that could have changed the world order.

And now.

Yang Jian destroyed all of this with his own hands.

however.

Faced with this overwhelming accusation, Kyushu maintained a chilling silence.

There was no explanation, no response.

It was as if all the noise and commotion outside had nothing to do with them.

The leaders of Kyushu are well aware that times have changed.

The law of the jungle prevails.

This is simply the law of this world.

When the eerie descends.

So-called morality and order have long since become utterly vulnerable.

prior to.

When Kyushu faced annihilation and the punishment of countless failed dungeon challenges, did these countries ever show the slightest pity?

They will only gloat and even kick someone when they're down.

If it weren't for Yang Jian's efforts to turn the tide time and time again and save the collapsing empire, the Nine Provinces would probably no longer exist today.

Now, it's just a matter of the balance of power shifting between offense and defense.

So-called condemnation is nothing more than the lament of the weak.