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

Countless questions instantly filled her mind.

But seeing Yang Jian's expression, which clearly indicated he wasn't going to explain any further, she wisely refrained from pressing him further.

She simply engraved the words "grand gesture" deep in her heart.

She had a strong premonition.

This gift, which Yang Jian personally presented and which he called a "grand gift," will be "unpacked" in the real world.

It will definitely unleash a terrifying storm that is beyond everyone's imagination!

……

at the same time.

Just as Yang Jian and Li Yao were having a brief conversation in the room.

A bizarre world.

Within that endless gray mist.

That monster disguised as "Murakami" is moving at a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye!

His actions.

It has completely transcended the realm of humanity.

His feet didn't touch the ground at all, but were three inches off the ground, floating straight through the thick fog like a ghost!

The surrounding gray mist was enough to disorient any player, or even cause them to be swallowed up by the mist itself.

When you are within half a meter of his body.

It was as if they had encountered some more terrifying being, which automatically parted to make way for him.

His eyes were pitch black, like two bottomless black holes.

It lacks focus and spirit.

There is only one most primal desire, stemming from instinct.

He is searching.

Searching for the aura that shares the same origin as oneself.

That's one kind.

Guidance that comes from the supernatural itself, indescribable in words.

soon.

He stopped.

Ahead of him, in the thick fog, floated a wisp of... charred black line!

The black line looked as if it had been dug out of a fire scene; it was completely black and emitted a nauseating burnt smell.

however.

The moment he saw that black line, a hint of... greed and desire appeared on Murakami's numb and empty face!

He stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the charred black thread.

next second.

A bizarre scene unfolded!

The moment he grasped the black thread, it seemed to melt like a candle, quickly turning into a pool of black liquid and flowing into his body!

"Hmm..."

A satisfied roar, not like a human voice, came from Murakami's throat.

As this strand of black line merged in.

The chilling aura emanating from him instantly surged by a large margin!

His once solid body began to appear somewhat ethereal, flickering slightly between reality and illusion.

Found it... the first fragment!

Without the slightest pause.

After absorbing the fragment, "Murakami-kun" moved again.

He turned in another direction and continued drifting deeper into the mist.

The second fragment...

The third fragment...

He was like a highly efficient hunter, accurately finding one after another the remains of the "headless suit-wearing ghost" scattered in the corners of the eerie world.

A pair of black pants.

A blood-stained leather shoe.

……

With each fragment he found, his aura surged by one point.

His existence.

It brings us one step closer to the essence of a "vengeful ghost".

at last.

The moment he completely integrated the last, and most crucial, fragment into his body.

"boom--!!!"

An indescribable feeling.

An extremely terrifying supernatural aura suddenly erupted from his body!

This aura.

It was so vast, so chilling, so evil!

Centered on him, the gray mist within a radius of several thousand meters was instantly dispelled by this aura, forming a strange vacuum zone!

Murakami's body twisted, expanded, and deformed violently in mid-air!

His human form.

It is being completely burst apart and torn apart by that enormous, unbearable supernatural force!

His figure.

It began to rapidly become blurry and transparent.

Finally, after a violent spatial fluctuation.

His figure, along with the terrifying aura that could shake the entire bizarre world, completely vanished from this instance world.

He went home.

……

The real world.

Sakura Country.

East City.

As the most prosperous international metropolis in Sakura Country.

Even late at night, the place is still brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

Especially in the area known as the "world's number one intersection," a huge electronic signboard displays the latest endorsements of popular celebrities, and the changing lights and shadows dye the entire night sky in a riot of colors.

Countless pedestrians and vehicles converge here, forming the ever-pulsating heart of this city.

Inside the eerie official livestream room of Sakura Country.

It was also a noisy place.

Ever since that player named "Murakami-kun" was taken away by Yang Jian and disappeared outside the hotel gate.

The live broadcast signal from Sakura Country.

Then we were plunged into absolute darkness.

No matter how the technicians tried, they were unable to reconnect the signal.

This plunged all the viewers in Sakura Country who were watching the live stream into immense panic and anger.

[Baka! Where's the signal? Why is there no signal?]

What happened to Murakami? Where did that Kyushu devil take him?

[Those despicable Kyushu people! He must have used some despicable means to kill our Murakami-kun!]

We protest! We expose the atrocities committed by the people of Kyushu to the world!

What is headquarters doing? Hurry up and restore the signal!

In the live stream, insults and doubts filled the air.

however.

Just when everyone was about to lose patience.

"Sizzle—"

The pitch-black screen suddenly flickered.

Followed by.

The scene has reappeared!

only.

The scene in the picture is no longer that gloomy hotel corridor.

Instead, it is a...

A place that is extremely familiar to all the people of Sakura Country!

Flashing neon lights, a giant "GG" sign, a constant stream of people and vehicles...

This... isn't this an intersection?!

All the audience members from Sakura Country were stunned.

Live broadcast footage.

Why did it suddenly switch to this location?

Could it be a signal error?

However, the next second.

When they finally saw clearly the figure standing right in the middle of the intersection, causing the entire road to come to a complete standstill.

Everyone's brain felt as if it had been hit hard by a bomb!

That person...

The figure, dressed in a wrinkled suit, stood blankly in the middle of the road, ignoring the countless honking horns and shouts around him...

It was indeed so.

Just now, in that eerie world, they disappeared...

Murakami-kun! ! !