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

that's it.

The team, which originally consisted of more than twenty people, was now deeply divided.

finally,

More than half of the players chose to back off.

Only a handful of people remained, fewer than ten, still standing behind the mysterious man.

His eyes were also filled with fear.

But more often,

But it was a desperate act of burning one's bridges.

Their idea was simple.

If this task cannot be completed, if the Ghost Lake goes out of control, the real world will inevitably be swallowed up by the supernatural.

The risk that this brings is a bizarre global resurgence!

Even if they go back, what can they do?

Stay here,

At least there's still Yang Jian, at least there's still hope of breaking the deadlock.

If they can complete this mission and gain even greater power, they will be able to widen the gap between themselves and other demon tamers.

Opportunity is often accompanied by danger.

See

It's a matter of whether the players dare to or not.

The mysterious man did not show any blame or disdain as he watched the players turn around and prepare to climb the dark stairs.

He simply watched them calmly.

It was as if I were watching a group of dead people whose fates were already sealed.

He even "kindly" offered a reminder.

"The road above is not illuminated by lights."

"You guys better be careful."

His tone was very flat.

It's as if they're talking about something trivial.

But to the players who chose to stay, it sent a chill down their spines for no apparent reason.

The dozen or so players who chose to leave also stiffened slightly.

But things have come to this point.

They had no way to turn back.

One of them forced a smile and said:

"Thank you for reminding us, we...we will be careful."

finished,

They no longer hesitated.

He resolutely turned around, groped along the rough wall, and disappeared step by step into the darkness above.

Wait until their footsteps have completely faded away.

The mysterious man then turned his gaze to the remaining ten or so players behind him.

He smiled.

There was an indescribable meaning in that smile.

"It seems you've made your choice."

"Yang Jian and the others have sped up their journey to the bottom of the lake. Let's follow them."

finished,

He held up the torch that was burning with will-o'-the-wisps.

They also quickened their pace.

Leading the remaining men, they chased after Yang Jian in the direction he had disappeared.

……

Two teams.

One went upward, the other downward, and they parted ways.

This scene,

It was clearly presented to a global audience through live streaming.

For a time,

Intense discussions have erupted in command centers around the world.

Gaul.

Inside the strategic command center.

Looking at the player on the screen who chose to return the way they came.

The higher-ups breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

An approving look appeared on his face.

"Bruno made the best choice!"

His voice was full of certainty.

"All the data indicates that if we continue to delve deeper, the survival rate will approach zero indefinitely!"

"The risks and crises there."

"This has exceeded our expectations!"

"While choosing to return also carries danger, at least it's a known path!"

"If he can successfully return to the island in the middle of the lake, he can survive!"

"As long as I can survive."

"Gaul will gain a valuable demon tamer!"

An analyst standing next to him immediately chimed in, "The general is right."

"There are always opportunities to become stronger, but if a person dies, then there is truly nothing left."

There's a saying in the Great Xia Dynasty...

"Where there's life, there's hope."

"Preserving our fighting force is the wisest decision at present."

Their viewpoint.

This also represents the views of the vast majority of countries in the world.

Maple Leaf Country, the British Empire on which the sun never sets...

Inside their command center, all the players from their own country who chose to retreat expressed their approval and support.

In their view.

This is a gamble you can't win.

Cut your losses in time.

That is the smartest approach.

however,

The atmosphere was completely different at the Kyushu command center.

All eyes.

They all stared intently at the two figures of Kyushu players on the screen, who were resolutely rushing downwards following the mysterious man.

Their hearts were in their throats.

"They...made a choice."

An old man,

He spoke in a hoarse voice.

No one criticized their "recklessness," nor did anyone praise their "courage."

Because everyone knows this clearly.

The meaning behind this choice.

"Going down is fraught with danger, a near-certain death."

"But equally, the opportunities are also incredibly abundant."

Another analyst.

He stared sharply at the screen and said in a deep voice.

"The key to this bizarre dungeon lies at the bottom of the lake!"

"That mysterious man, and Yang Jian, their target is the bottom of the lake!"

"This shows that the real secret, the real 'treasure,' is hidden down there!"

"Risk and reward are always directly proportional."

"They failed, they died. Everyone knows that."

"But what if... what if they succeed?"

"I'm afraid they will receive an unprecedented reward."

"This will be an immeasurable gain, both for them personally and for the entire country!"

Inside the command center, there was complete silence.

Everyone understands this principle.

It's a big gamble.

The stakes are the player's life.

The reward for winning the bet could be the future of the entire country.

……

A bizarre dungeon, inside the Ghost Lake passage.

The dozen or so players who chose to return the way they came were carefully climbing up the cold, damp walls.

The light of the will-o'-the-wisp has been lost.

The surroundings were plunged into absolute darkness, where one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Dead silence.

Repressed.

Apart from their own footsteps and panting.

All that remained was the unsettling "drip-drip" sound of water coming from who-knows-where.

No, that's not right.

Bruno, the player from Gaul who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

He listened intently.

That sound,

It's no longer just a "tick-tock" sound.

"Did you... hear anything?"

He asked in a dry voice.

"What did you hear? There was nothing but the sound of dripping water..."

The person behind him answered with a puzzled look.

"No!"

Bruno's face turned extremely pale. "It's not the sound of dripping water! It's...it's the sound of flowing water!"

Splash...

As if to prove his words.

A clear sound, the sound of flowing water, suddenly came from the darkness in front of them.

at the same time,

A stronger, more pungent, damp, and fishy smell wafted over!

They could even sense it.

The humidity in the air increased dramatically within just a few seconds!

Beneath their feet.

It seemed as if a cold liquid was quietly spreading, soaking the soles of their shoes.