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

The entire corridor was deathly silent.

Those players who were lucky enough to "resurrect" from the room were now like quails with their throats being choked.

They huddled together in the corner.

They looked at Yang Jian with the eyes of someone looking at a monster, filled with terror.

They dared not move.

Even their breathing was unconsciously held.

Because just now.

They all saw clearly what happened to that Iraqi player.

The person in front of me was summoned by a player from Kyushu.

He's an absolute madman, a complete devil!

He won't reason with you at all, nor will he show you the slightest pity.

If he wants to.

He could easily take the life of anyone present at any moment, as easily as crushing an ant!

Under such absolute, suffocating terror.

No one dared to utter a sound and challenge the devil's patience.

And Yang Jian.

They also ignored these terrified "prey".

His gaze pierced through the deathly silent corridor.

After passing through the trembling crowd, they finally pinpointed the location with unparalleled precision at the end of the corridor, to the door of a room.

there.

Standing there was a short man with a mustache and shifty eyes.

He was wearing a fairly clean suit, but his terrified, distorted features made him look incredibly comical.

The instant his gaze met Yang Jian's cold, ruthless eyes.

The man shuddered violently.

As if being targeted by a primordial beast from the depths of hell, a bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!

His first instinct was to turn around and run back to his room.

however.

His body, however, felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, completely unresponsive to his commands.

He could only watch helplessly.

Watching that man, who seemed to be the embodiment of death, take steps, one step at a time, slowly walking towards her direction.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

In the empty, deathly silent corridor, the clear sound of footsteps, like a death knell, struck the hearts of everyone present.

The surrounding players, seeing the direction Yang Jian moved, all subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But then...

Their gazes toward the Sakura player were filled with undisguised pity and schadenfreude.

obviously.

This unlucky guy has been targeted by that devil.

He is dead!

Ignoring all the gazes around him, Yang Jian walked straight up to the Sakura Kingdom player who was pale and trembling like a leaf.

He looked down at the other person.

He asked calmly, without any emotion in his voice:

"Are you a player from Sakura Country?"

The voice was cold, seemingly devoid of any human emotion.

The Sakura player's brain completely shut down at this moment, leaving only a blank.

In response to Yang Jian's question.

Almost instinctively, without any thought, he nodded stiffly.

It was this nodding gesture that made it possible.

His death sentence has been sealed!

next second.

The moment he nodded, Yang Jian moved!

He didn't say anything unnecessary, not even a single unnecessary expression.

He simply stretched out his right hand.

He grabbed the Sakura player by the collar, then, like dragging a dead dog, turned and strode towards the stairwell!

"Uh... Ah!"

That terrifying force, which was impossible to resist, brought the Sakura Kingdom players back to their senses instantly!

He was roughly dragged to the ground by Yang Jian, and a terrified scream came from his throat!

He struggled desperately.

He tried to break free from Yang Jian's hold using both hands and feet!

however.

All of this was in vain.

Yang Jian's hand was like a red-hot iron clamp, firmly welded to his collar, and no matter how much he struggled, it wouldn't budge!

Where is he going?!

Where is he taking me?!

soon.

The players from the Sakura Kingdom saw the direction Yang Jian was heading.

That place is...

The staircase leading to the second floor!

When he realized this, a fear deeper than death instantly overwhelmed him!

Second floor!

This devil from Kyushu actually wants to drag me up to the second floor!

Although he had never been to the second floor, he knew with his toes that the danger there was countless times greater than that of the third floor!

That place must be a truly bizarre and eerie place!

That madman!

What exactly is he trying to do?!

……

The real world.

Inside the official live stream room of Sakura Country.

When all the Sakura Kingdom spectators witnessed Yang Jian dragging their country's player "Murakami-kun" up to the second floor like trash without saying a word.

The chat room was filled with comments.

After a brief pause, it was instantly ignited by overwhelming anger and vicious curses!

【Baka! Baka yarou! What the hell does this damn Kyushu guy want to do?!】

[Is he insane?! Why would he attack Murakami?! Let him go!]

[A devil! This Yang Jian is a complete and utter devil! He's trying to drag our great Sakura Kingdom's hero to the even more dangerous second floor! He wants to kill him!]

[I knew it! None of the things summoned from Kyushu are normal! They're all monsters! Butchers!]

[Aaaaaah! Murakami-kun! Fight back! Kill him! Kill that demon of Kyushu!]

[Damn it! This devil deserves to go to hell! Never to be reincarnated! I curse him! I curse him to die in a creepy dungeon, to be torn to pieces by vengeful ghosts!]

【Nine Provinces! You must pay the price for this! You will be punished by heaven!】