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

Jean-Pierre's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"Could it be... that monster has a limited hearing range?"

"Or is it that this continuous, lifeless music fails to trigger its murderous pattern?"

A bold idea began to sprout in his mind.

He had been hiding here for too long, and his food and water were almost gone.

If we don't come up with a solution...

Even if he isn't killed by a ghost, he will starve or die of thirst.

That music box...

If we could get that music box.

He might be able to create a safe "sound zone" to cover his movements and thus search for supplies!

Greed begins to triumph over fear.

He was very careful.

She moved the clutter blocking the doorway little by little, her movements as gentle as a cat's.

No sound was made.

He successfully exited the storage room and entered the basement.

The music continued to come from above, as if guiding him.

He took it one step at a time.

I slowly walked up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

The library entrance was right in front of him, and the music box was on the steps outside, less than twenty meters away.

Victory seemed within reach.

His face.

He even showed a faint smile, as if he had survived a disaster.

He stretched out his hand.

I prepared to push open the slightly ajar glass door.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the door panel.

"Ding-dong—"

The melody from the music box reached its finale at that very moment, and then... it stopped.

The whole world.

The suffocating silence returned instantly.

Jean Pierre's action of pushing open the door seemed incredibly abrupt because of the sudden silence.

His fingers touched the glass door.

"Squeak—"

A faint, almost negligible sound of a door hinge turning was amplified infinitely in the deathly silence.

Jean-Pierre's smile froze on his face.

His body felt as if it had instantly fallen into an ice cave.

He turned around abruptly.

Behind him, a dark blue figure had appeared at some point.

Those pure black ones.

Eyes devoid of any emotion were silently watching him.

The ghost youth has always been here.

It has been quietly waiting in the library all along.

Waiting for the music to stop, waiting... for a new sound to appear.

"No……"

Jean-Pierre only managed to squeeze out that one desperate syllable from his throat.

next second.

A cold hand covered his face and gently pinched it.

"Pfft."

It's like crushing a ripe tomato.

Red and white substances splattered everywhere, staining the clean library floor red.

The ghostly youth expressionlessly stuffed the remaining bone fragments and flesh into his mouth and slowly chewed them.

As the last player was devoured.

Its body.

Dramatic changes began to occur.

"Click...click click..."

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds emanated from its body.

Its body began to twist, stretch, and deform at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On bluish-black skin.

Strange, blood-red patterns appeared, like some ancient and evil curse.

A force that defies description, originating from the very essence of life…

Hunger.

Like a storm, it swept out from its body!

This aura was terrifying.

It is so huge.

As a result, the entire city of Chang began to tremble slightly under this aura.

sky.

At this moment, it was stained with an ominous dark red.

All the buildings and streets in the city seemed to lose their color in an instant, turning into a depressing black, white and gray.

The ghost youth's body, which was originally quite normal.

It began to become shriveled and emaciated, as if all the flesh and blood in its body had been drained, leaving only a layer of skin tightly wrapped around the bones.

Its limbs became disproportionately long.

The nails on the fingers and toes turned black and sharp, like the claws of a wild beast.

Its mouth.

The crack had split open at an exaggerated angle, almost extending to the base of the ear.

There are no teeth in the mouth.

There was only one bottomless black hole, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

it.

The final transformation has finally been completed.

The S-class vengeful ghost—the Hungry Ghost—has descended!

It slowly raised its head.

Those eyes were no longer pure black, but had turned into a chaotic grayish-white, filled with endless hunger and madness.

It opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

A ring that is visible to the naked eye.

Gray ripples spread out instantly from its center.

Where the ripples passed.

Whether it's cement buildings or steel railings, they are all "weathering" and "rotting" at a visible rate.

It was as if all "existence" and "concepts" had been instantly stripped away.

Only dust remained.

This is the terror of a starving ghost.

Its hunger.

It's not just about flesh and blood, it's about everything in this world!

It will devour everything!

Changshi.

All the players who saw the fully evolved form of the Hungry Ghost were stunned.

They had no idea at all.

The second mission they were tasked with delivering a message involved dealing with such terrifying monsters!

S-rank!

This is an S-class vengeful ghost!!!

To know.

They haven't truly encountered an S-class ghost yet on their journey!

This is the first one.

They were directly confronting an S-class vengeful ghost!

This vengeful ghost's killing rules are incredibly reckless; any player sucked into its ghostly domain will be hunted down without any rules!

And now.

The entire city of Chang is a hunting ground for starving ghosts!

"It's over!"

"Everything is over!"

"Starving ghost!"

"The second mission to deliver the message already involved an S-rank vengeful ghost; just how terrifying will the later missions be!"

"Sending someone who has just become a master of controlling vengeful spirits to deal with an S-rank vengeful spirit is just too outrageous! Who could possibly survive that?"

Just as this destructive force was about to engulf the entire city.

A dark red light.

Like a sharp sword, it tore through the gray sky.

Amidst the red light.

A figure slowly walked out, his leather shoes making a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound as they stepped into the air.

Yang Jian has arrived.

The ghost eye on his forehead.

It emitted a light that was deeper and more ominous than the dark red of the sky.

He watched quietly as the creature that had just completed its metamorphosis.

A starving ghost exuding overwhelming ferocity.

There was no fear on his face, but rather a hint of satisfaction, like a gourmet's smile upon seeing the finest ingredients.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The starving ghost's chaotic eyes turned towards Yang Jian.

It sensed a kind of supernatural aura emanating from this man, a kind that was even purer and more terrifying than its own.

That is……

The smell of food.

Yang Jian looked at it and slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the consciousness of the starving ghost.

"I've finally waited for this..."