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

At this moment.

The beacon of light.

The highest military command center.

This war fortress, constructed from countless cutting-edge technologies and cold steel, was shrouded in a deathly silence.

A shadow called fear.

Like an invisible tide, it engulfed everyone present.

In front of a huge circular conference table.

It houses dozens of top figures who, with a single stomp of their feet, could shake the world.

There are politicians in high positions, five-star generals who command large armies, and top strategic analysts from major think tanks.

But now.

These powerful figures, who usually held sway over countless lives, were all deathly pale, their foreheads covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Their eyes were fixed on the huge screen in the center of the conference room, which occupied an entire wall.

on the screen.

It's being broadcast live.

It was that scene from the eastern capital of Sakura Kingdom... a living hell!

Those heads, like black balloons, kept rising into the sky.

That's on the ground.

The crisp, desperate sound of bones shattering echoed in succession.

That once bustling city had fallen into utter chaos and collapse, like the end of the world...

Every scene, every frame of the video.

It was like an invisible hammer, slamming into the hearts of these high-ranking officials of the United States, making it almost impossible for them to breathe!

"God... what... what is that...?"

An intelligence chief who had spent years analyzing global military developments and had witnessed countless brutal scenes of war was now trembling uncontrollably.

His lips were pale.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented horror and confusion.

war?

Do not!

This is no longer a war!

This is... divine punishment!

It's a dimensional attack from another dimension, one that humans can't understand or resist at all!

"Yang Jian..."

He was seated in the main seat.

He was the supreme commander of the US military, a four-star general with gray hair but eyes as sharp as an eagle's—General MacArthur.

He squeezed out the name, word by word, through gritted teeth.

This happened a few hours ago.

In their eyes, Kyushu was just a slightly troublesome place, but it would eventually be completely crushed by the combined forces of the world.

But now.

This name, however, seemed to become a heavy mountain, pressing down on the hearts of everyone in the command center!

"What...what kind of being have we provoked?"

For the first time, General Mike's eyes wavered.

As he stared at the hellish scene on the screen, his mind replayed the various sanctions they had imposed on Kyushu through different channels.

Financial blockade.

Technology embargo.

Public opinion attack.

Isolated and helpless.

They used every means except war in an attempt to drive that ancient Eastern country and that guy named Yang Jian into a corner.

They even sat in the command center, sipping coffee and gleefully counting down the days, calculating how long Kyushu could hold out.

three days?

Two days?

They were once so confident, so arrogant.

They firmly believe it.

Under the rules of this modern civilization they dominate, no country or individual can withstand their combined strangulation.

However, now...

Reality, however, gave them the loudest and cruelest slap in the face!

Yang Jian.

That devil of Kyushu.

He simply... wasn't playing by the rules they set!

He flipped the table!

He launched a terrorist attack on their allies using methods that no one could imagine, understand, or even explain!

"General... what... what should we do?"

A young aide broke the silence with a trembling voice.

What should I do?

This simple question now seems like an unsolvable puzzle, challenging everyone present.

Use of force?

Are you kidding me!

Can their fighter jets lock onto those heads floating in the sky?

Could their missiles kill a vengeful ghost that has no physical form and doesn't even exist in this dimension?

The answer is, no!

Faced with that kind of godlike and bizarre power, their proud modern army, capable of destroying the world several times over, was as fragile as a joke!

"Cancel..."

a long time.

General Mike seemed to use all his strength to utter just two words from his dry throat.

"Rescind all sanctions against Kyushu! Immediately! Right now!"

His voice was hoarse.

With a hint of fear that even he himself was unaware of!

"besides!"

He suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

"Immediately contact the White Elephant Kingdom, the Monkey Kingdom... and all the countries involved in this operation! Make them immediately cease all actions targeting Kyushu!"

"And... on behalf of all our nations, we extend the highest level of apology to Kyushu, and to that Yang Jian!"

"Apologize?!"

The moment that word was uttered, a suppressed gasp of surprise erupted in the conference room.

Should we make the United States apologize to Kyushu?

"General! This...this is absolutely impossible!"

A hawkish politician suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and said, "We are the beacon of democracy! How can we bow down to them? This would ruin our international reputation!"

"prestige?"

General Mike slowly turned his head and looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"You're still talking to me about reputation?"

He slammed his hand on the table, the force of which made the water glass on the table bounce violently.

"Open your eyes and look!"

He pointed at the spreading death on the screen and roared:

"You think this only happens in Sakura Country?!"

"That Yang Jian can send one ghost to Sakura Country! He can send a second, a third, to our homeland!"

"you tell me!"

"When this kind of thing happens in our New York City, our Huacheng! Can your so-called prestige stop those black threads that snap our necks?!"

"you tell me!!"

The general's roar echoed like thunder in the conference room.

The politician was so shocked by the shouting that his face turned ashen, his body went limp, and he slumped back into his seat, unable to utter another word.

Yes.

Unstoppable.

Nothing can stop it!

Faced with such absolute and unreasonable terror, all dignity, pride, and interests seem so pale and powerless.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone's face was filled with humiliation, resentment, and... a deeper fear.

They finally understood.

The "gift" that Yang Jian gave to Sakura Kingdom was not just an act of revenge against Sakura Kingdom.

It's even more of a... example to scare the monkeys!

He is using the lives of tens of millions of people in Sakura Country, using the destruction of a nation, to declare to the world:

Anyone who dares to mess with me will suffer the consequences!

"Execute the command!"

General MacArthur's voice was weary yet resolute.

he knows.

Once this decision is made, an irreparable rift will appear in the global hegemony that the United States has built up over hundreds of years.

But he had no other choice!

because.

They could see it clearly in the live stream from the eerie hotel.

There is more than one vengeful ghost hiding in that hotel!

Behind that eerie door leading to the second floor, there are even more, more terrifying, and more unimaginable things!

If you don't bow your head and apologize today.

No one can guarantee.

The next "human head balloon" will not slowly rise above the Statue of Liberty!

Just as everyone in the command center was preparing to draft an apology statement and contact other allies with immense humiliation and fear.

"Ring ring ring ring—!!!"

A sudden, piercing phone ring shattered the deathly silence of the conference room!