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

"No! No!!"

The burly man's face turned deathly pale instantly. He frantically used his fists and body to ram against the invisible barrier!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull thud echoed through the deathly silent corridor.

however.

The barrier remained completely still.

It's like an absolute law, coldly proclaiming a fact.

This road.

It doesn't work!

The last trace of color drained from the faces of the survivors who witnessed this scene.

hope.

shattered.

……

The real world.

In the global live broadcast room.

When the player from the United States was seen being bounced away by an invisible barrier, the chat fell into an eerie silence.

As expected... the stairs are blocked.

I knew it; this awful game couldn't possibly leave such an obvious way out.

[It's over, this is completely over. The stairs are blocked, and the first floor is full of ghosts. How am I supposed to play this game? Just wait to die?]

No... there's another way!

[The person upstairs is talking about... the elevator?]

[Holy crap! No way! An elevator is scarier than being stuck in one place! Have you guys forgotten how that player from the Little Japan Kingdom died?]

Yeah! There are ghosts in elevators too!

That thing is way scarier than the ghosts outside! Going in means certain death!

But... they don't know that now!

For the survivors, the elevator was their only hope of reaching the second floor!

This comment.

It made all the viewers' hearts jump into their throats.

Yes.

The players in this eerie world are unaware of the elevator's terror.

Just a while ago.

One player chose to take the elevator, only to be strangled to death by an invisible ghost inside!

That bloody scene was a nightmare for all the viewers!

And now.

This one and only road leading to death has become, in the eyes of all the survivors, the only stairway to heaven!

What a irony this is!

What utter despair!

In the live stream footage.

The burly man, whose head was bleeding profusely, finally gave up.

He leaned against the wall.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair.

Just then.

His gaze inadvertently fell upon the two tightly closed, antique brass elevator doors not far from the stairwell.

Above the elevator door.

A scarlet number "1" is emitting an ominous light.

The burly man's pupils contracted sharply.

Followed by.

A flicker of madness rekindled in his deathly gray eyes!

Correct!

There's even an elevator!

He can take the elevator to the second floor!

Once the idea took hold, it could not be stopped!

He leaped to his feet and stumbled toward the elevator!

"No! Don't go!"

"Come back! There's a ghost in there!"

Inside the command center for the bizarre incident, the commander-in-chief, watching the survivor rushing towards the elevator on the screen, let out a heart-wrenching roar.

But his voice.

It simply couldn't reach that desperate world.

He could only watch helplessly.

Watching their survivors walk step by step into the trap that everyone knows is a death sentence!

In the picture.

The burly man rushed to the elevator door.

He was breathing heavily with excitement, and his hand trembled as he reached out and pressed the up button.

"bite."

The button lit up.

The scarlet number "1" above the elevator door began to flash.

Followed by.

A sickening, tooth-grinding sound, the grating scraping of steel cables, drifted eerily from the depths of the elevator shaft.

Here it comes.

That iron box of death.

It is slowly descending from some unknown floor.

It is opening its life-devouring dark entrance to this poor soul who sees it as his last hope.

.......

.......

"Ding-dong—"

The piercing notification sound struck the Turkish man like a thunderclap.

The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

It revealed a deep, dark interior.

The burly man almost instinctively took a half step back, his hand gripping the brass doorplate, veins bulging with tension.

He could sense it.

A chilling aura emanated from the elevator, like a gaping abyss ready to devour him at any moment.

But soon.

The madness in his eyes reignited.

The first floor has become a complete hell.

Those contaminated "companions" are wandering in the corridor.

His eyes were vacant, and he moved slowly.

They were walking corpses, more terrifying than real ghosts.

He had no choice.

elevator.

It was his only way out.

He took a deep breath and was about to take a step when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

"Wait! Bro, wait for me!"

"Don't close the door! We want to get on the elevator too!"

Several figures, like demons crawling out of hell, stumbled and rushed over.

Their faces were filled with terror.

His body swayed from the intense running, but the will to survive in his eyes burned brighter than ever before.

The burly man stopped in his tracks.

He looked back.

Those were survivors from different countries.

now.

They had lost all their usual composure and arrogance; they were all like drowned dogs, utterly pathetic.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way now!"

The woman's voice was shrill and trembling with tears.

She shoved aside the young man blocking her way and rushed to the elevator first.

The burly man frowned.

He instinctively didn't want to travel with these people.

after all.

In this bizarre world, the darkness of human nature is often more terrifying than ghosts.

With each additional person, there is an increase in uncertainty and danger.

But then he thought about it again.

I can't really call myself a good person now.

Moreover, they all wanted to go upstairs; they had the same goal.

"Come in, everyone."

The burly man's voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of resigned weariness.

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

They rushed and squeezed into the elevator.

A cramped space.

It instantly became incredibly crowded.

The air was thick with the mingled smells of sweat and fear, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The elevator doors slowly closed behind them, completely shutting out the bloodshed and commotion on the first floor.

Inside the elevator, there was an eerie silence.

All eyes were focused on the elevator control panel.

Above, besides a flashing red number "1", there are also three buttons lit up: "2", "3", and "4".

"You can go to the second floor!"

The young man cried out in surprise, his voice trembling with relief at surviving the ordeal.

"Not just the second floor!"

The Black man pointed to the control panel, "Look, there's a third and fourth floor too!"

These words were spoken.

The people in the elevator all wore complex expressions.

where to?

this is a problem.

"Let's go to the second floor."

The woman said cautiously, "Didn't we agree before that as long as we can get to the second floor, we'll be safe for the time being?"

"Safety?"

The burly man scoffed, "You really think this godforsaken place is safe?"

"But...but the second floor is where Yang Jian and the others went!"

The young man suddenly spoke, his voice filled with obvious fear, "Are we...are we really going to the second floor?"