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

This plan is ruthless to the extreme!

This is equivalent to...

In order to defuse a bomb in someone else's house, they chose to blow up the house directly!

however.

Despite the enormous threat, this audacious proposal received unanimous approval from everyone present.

soon.

An unprecedented, annihilation-level terrorist sanction, spearheaded by the United States and joined by dozens of countries, is targeting Kyushu.

It unfolded with a bang on a global scale!

The financial markets were subjected to rampant short selling, high-tech industries were completely blocked, and maritime lifelines were ruthlessly cut off.

The filth of public opinion surged towards Kyushu from all directions like a tsunami!

Faced with this sudden event.

The pressure was as terrifying as Mount Tai pressing down on you.

Kyushu.

I was instantly overwhelmed and couldn't breathe!

Inside the highest command center in Kyushu, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like water could drip from it.

A series of urgent reports.

They came from all over the country like snowflakes.

"Report! The trade routes along the eastern coast have been completely blockaded by an unidentified fleet! All our ocean-going freighters are unable to enter or leave!"

"Report!"

"The world's three largest financial trading centers simultaneously announced the mandatory delisting of all listed companies in Kyushu!"

"Our country's overseas assets are being frozen and seized at an alarming rate!"

"Report!"

"A coalition of seventeen countries, led by the United States, has announced the highest level of technology embargo against us!"

"The supply of all chips, core software, and precision instruments has been completely cut off!"

One piece of bad news after another.

Like a heavy hammer, it struck the heart of everyone.

A strategic analyst responsible for intelligence gathering, his face pale, stared at the rapidly scrolling crimson data on his computer screen, and with a trembling voice, delivered a despairing conclusion:

"Based on a comprehensive analysis of all available intelligence..."

"Under such intense joint sanctions, our state apparatus can, at most... at most, hold out for three more days!"

"If the situation doesn't improve in three days... we will... completely collapse!"

Three days!

Only three short days!

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

……

A bizarre world.

Z City Hotel, second floor.

Yang Jian was completely unaware of, and utterly indifferent to, the earth-shattering changes in the real world that were enough to overturn the global order.

He simply stood quietly beside the headless corpse, watching it dissipate into the air as specks of light within a few seconds.

he knows.

This means that the player from the Sakura Kingdom has been "resurrected" on the first floor.

But that's far from enough.

One death.

It was just the first watering of that "seed".

For it to take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree, it needs more "nutrients".

Yang Jian turned around.

He walked down the stairs expressionlessly and returned to the deathly silent corridor on the third floor.

Those surviving players remained huddled in the corner.

Seeing Yang Jian return.

They trembled even more violently, almost shrinking themselves into the cracks in the wall.

Yang Jian ignored these ants.

His gaze, once again, precisely locked onto the doorway of the room belonging to the Sakura Kingdom player.

He is waiting.

Wait for that "prey" to respawn.

really.

Not long after.

With a slight spatial fluctuation, Murakami, the Sakura Kingdom player whose head had just been twisted off by the headless suit-wearing ghost, reappeared unharmed at the room door once again.

His face.

Still carrying the bewilderment and relief of being brought back from the dead.

However, this sense of relief didn't even last a second.

He saw it.

I saw the devil standing at the end of the corridor, staring at me with the cold, indifferent gaze one would give to an inanimate object!

"ah--!!!"

Recalling the extreme fear of having his neck snapped, Murakami's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and a shrill scream that was so shrill it was inhuman burst from his throat!

He didn't even think about it.

He turned around and tried to escape to his room!

However, it's too late.

A ghostly figure appeared in front of him almost instantly, covering a distance of more than ten meters!

Yang Jian once again.

He stretched out his hand, which was like an iron clamp, and grabbed Murakami's collar!

"No...please...let me go..."

Murakami was completely devastated.

He was crying and spitting tears as he struggled frantically with his hands and feet.

however.

Faced with Yang Jian's terrifying strength, all his resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Once again, he was dragged along like a dead dog toward the hellish staircase leading to the second floor.

despair!

An overwhelming sense of despair instantly engulfed him!

soon.

In the second-floor corridor, that teeth-grinding "creak" and that crisp "plop" sound rang out once again.

the second time.

the third time.

the fifth time.

The tenth time!

When Yang Jian, expressionless, dragged the "resurrected" Murakami out of the room for the tenth time and led him upstairs.

The audience in the real world has become numb.

From initial shock to anger, and now to bewilderment and confusion.

They couldn't understand Yang Jian's behavior at all.

What is the purpose of this?

Is it really just for the sake of venting anger?

Is this a way of torturing the Sakura Kingdom player by killing them again and again, in order to take revenge on Sakura Kingdom?

This is so... boring, so meaningless!

But apart from this explanation, they couldn't think of any other possibility.

In the bizarre world.

The players hiding on the third floor were completely stunned.

They watched as that Kyushu devil, like a tireless machine, repeatedly caught people, took them downstairs, killed them, then came back and caught more people... in a terrifying cycle.

The distinct footsteps, the piercing screams, the repeated bloody deaths...

It has completely shut down their brains.

Until... the twentieth time.

When Yang Jian dragged that Sakura player out for the twentieth time.

All the viewers watching this scene via live stream finally noticed something was wrong!

This time.

The Sakura player named Murakami-kun's body actually exhibited a... semi-transparent, illusory quality!

His figure flickered slightly in the dim corridor light.

It felt as if it might disappear completely at any moment, like the static on an old television.

His face.

There was no more fear or struggle, only a puppet-like emptiness and numbness.

He stopped screaming and begging for mercy.

He was simply dragged along by Yang Jian, his body leaving a long trail on the cold ground.

he……

It seems like he's no longer a person!

More like a...

A ghost about to vanish!