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

【What?!】

[Murakami-kun?! What...what's he doing here?!]

Am I seeing things? Wasn't he in a supernatural world? How could he... have returned to the real world?!

What on earth is going on?! Can anyone tell me?!

For an instant.

The entire live stream room in Sakura Country exploded!

Countless comments flooded the screen like a tsunami, each person's words filled with extreme shock and disbelief!

Players...

It's possible to return to reality from a bizarre world?!

This.

This is unprecedented, something that has never happened before!

at the same time.

Sakura Country.

Headquarters for Emergency Response to Mysterious Disasters

The atmosphere inside the huge conference room was extremely oppressive.

Dozens of officials and experts, dressed in black uniforms and with serious expressions, stared intently at the huge main screen in front of them.

on the screen.

It was from the intersection that the images were transmitted back in real time by countless surveillance cameras.

The moment Murakami's figure reappeared on the screen.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

Followed by.

A violent commotion erupted!

"He's back! Murakami-kun is back!"

"How is this possible! How did he do that? Doesn't the rule of this strange world forbid players from leaving?"

"Analyze his vital signs immediately! Confirm his identity!"

"No...something's not right!"

A technical expert in charge of data analysis stared intently at the rapidly scrolling data stream on the screen, his face turning deathly pale.

"We...we can't detect any vital signs in him!"

"No heartbeat, no breathing, no body temperature... Based on the data, he... he's a dead man!"

"dead?!"

This conclusion.

The hearts of everyone present sank.

Commander-in-Chief.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face slammed his hand on the table and shouted sternly, "Quiet!"

His sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on the motionless figure on the screen, and the chilling scenes from the previous live stream flashed rapidly through his mind.

Yang Jian.

That devil of Kyushu.

He dragged Murakami up to the second floor again and again, letting the headless, suit-wearing ghost twist his neck.

Twenty times in total!

at the end.

Murakami's body had taken on a semi-transparent, illusory quality; his eyes had become empty and numb, completely devoid of any "human" aura.

Then, he walked through the hotel's doors and disappeared.

When it reappears.

Then they arrived in the real world of Shibuya.

All of this... is definitely not a coincidence!

A terrifying, chilling thought surfaced in the Commander-in-Chief's mind.

"That Kyushu person..."

His voice was dry and hoarse.

"He wasn't torturing Murakami... he was... reforming him!"

"He turned Murakami into... a mobile 'container' carrying a vengeful spirit! And then, he placed this container in our country!"

"hiss--!!!"

This conclusion was drawn.

A collective gasp filled the entire conference room!

Everyone's face showed an expression of utter horror!

If this speculation is true...

Doesn't that mean that right now, there is a real, vengeful ghost from a strange world?

Through Murakami's body.

They've descended upon the most prosperous heartland of their Sakura Kingdom?!

"immediately!"

Beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on the commander-in-chief's forehead.

He practically roared the order.

"Activate the highest level of emergency plan! Immediately seal off all areas surrounding the intersection! Take control of 'Murakami-kun' at all costs!"

"Deploy the 'Special Operations Team'!"

"Remember, the target is extremely dangerous! He may no longer be human!"

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!"

The entire headquarters for dealing with the bizarre situation instantly sprang into action, like a hornet's nest that had been poked!

One instruction after another.

It was relayed very quickly.

……

Shibuku Crossroads.

transportation.

It has been completely paralyzed.

Countless drivers stuck in the traffic leaned out and honked their horns furiously at the "idiot" standing in the middle of the road, hurling insults at him.

"You idiot! Do you want to die?!"

"Get the hell out of my way, you bastard!"

"Someone go call the police and drag this lunatic away!"

however.

No matter how noisy the surroundings were, "Murakami-kun" standing in the middle of the road seemed not to hear anything and remained motionless.

His face was expressionless.

Those dark eyes stared blankly ahead.

Just then.

The piercing sound of sirens—no, a sharper, more urgent buzzing sound—came rapidly from afar, growing louder as it approached!

Several armored vehicles, entirely black and without any markings.

With an incredibly aggressive stance, it broke through the congested traffic and stopped on the outskirts of the intersection.

The car door opened.

Squads of fully armed soldiers, dressed in black special operations uniforms, with gas masks and tactical goggles on their faces, rushed down quickly.

They are neither police nor self-defense forces.

They are the most elite special operations team in the Sakura Kingdom, dedicated to handling all kinds of supernatural events!

They quickly set up a cordon around the intersection and began forcibly evacuating the surrounding crowds and vehicles.

"A gas leak has occurred here! Everyone evacuate immediately!"

"Hurry! If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Faced with these heavily armed and menacing mysterious troops.

The crowd, who had been shouting and cursing, were too frightened to say anything more, even though they didn't understand what was going on, and began to flee in panic.

soon.

The entire bustling intersection was cleared out, creating a large area.

Only that lonely figure remained, standing in the very center.

Ten elite members of the special operations team, armed with specially made rifles, formed a semi-circle and cautiously approached "Murakami-kun".

"Target, codename 'The Returnee,' immediately cease your dangerous actions, raise your hands, and submit to our control!"

The captain, who was in charge, issued a chilling warning through a megaphone.

however.

Murakami-kun still did not respond.

Just as the special operations team was about to enter effective attack range and prepare to take coercive measures.

An unexpected change occurred!

Suddenly, Murakami, who had been standing there like a puppet, slowly stretched his lips into a wide smile.

His mouth stretched wider and wider!

His grin stretched almost to his ears, revealing an extremely eerie and chilling smile!

then.

Under the utterly horrified gazes of everyone around the world who witnessed this scene through live broadcasts and surveillance.

He slowly raised his hands.

then……

He placed it around his neck.

"Snap—!!!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking echoed through the deathly silent intersection!

He actually...

And just like that, right in front of everyone, he twisted his own head off!