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

Meanwhile, in the real world.

Kyushu.

The atmosphere in the completely enclosed laboratory was so heavy it felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out.

The heavy alloy door was tightly shut, completely isolating it from all the noise and unease of the outside world.

indoor.

The only sounds were the hum of a few large computer fans and the cold, blue light emanating from the huge screen on the wall.

Here.

Exhaustion was etched on everyone's face.

Deep in the depths of the eyes.

Yet it burns with an almost insane tenacity.

They were a suicide squad.

They were not soldiers charging into battle with guns, but pioneers who used their lives to confront the unknown and the bizarre, and to gather intelligence.

"Are you ready?"

In the center of the laboratory, an elderly man with gray hair but still upright posture spoke in a deep voice.

He was the person in charge of this operation.

His gaze.

His gaze swept over everyone present, his expression complex.

There was admiration, and there was regret.

More than anything, it evokes an indescribable sense of tragic grandeur.

"Report! Everything is ready!"

A young female staff member answered with unusual firmness, her voice trembling slightly.

Her hands.

He gripped the keyboard tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"it is good."

Rock nodded, his voice hoarse. "Let's begin."

He knew this was no ordinary mission.

This was a bold experiment, bordering on reckless.

Sakura Country, that island nation so close to Kyushu, has now completely fallen.

The human-head balloons, like messengers from hell, covered every corner of the eastern city.

There.

It has become a living ghost town.

And they.

What needs to be done is to check the current situation in Sakura Country via satellite.

Ground-based photography is conducted via satellite.

This might not sound like a big deal. It's just looking at a few photos and videos, right?

But what they wanted to see was not ordinary footage.

This is what they want to see.

It shows the front lines of the bizarre resurgence, the terrifying beings that are corrupted, cursed, or even carrying some kind of mental attack.

Those human head balloons.

More than just a visual shock, they are eerie carriers, mediums for spreading fear and despair.

Just seeing their images could mean death.

This is not speculation.

Rather, it was the most brutal conclusion drawn from a massive amount of data analysis.

A strange power.

It has already exceeded the scope of human cognition.

"Everyone, please double-check that the will has been signed."

The voice of the rock rang out again, carrying an undeniable seriousness: "Confirm that the farewell to your family has been properly handled."

No one spoke in the laboratory.

Everyone silently placed their hands on their chests, feeling their hearts pounding.

They all signed their wills.

They were all prepared to die for their cause.

For the purpose of.

It only provides Kyushu with timely intelligence.

The purpose is simply to give the millions of compatriots in Kyushu more preparation to cope with that overwhelming and bizarre situation, and more hope to survive.

"Three-minute countdown!"

The voice of the young female staff member was particularly clear in the quiet laboratory.

"The countdown is over, and the satellite imagery will be transmitted to the main screen in all dimensions simultaneously."

All eyes were focused on that huge screen.

on the screen.

At this moment, it is just a blank space, but it is as if one can already see the chilling scene that is about to appear.

"Please everyone remain calm."

The voice of the rock, striving to remain calm, said, "Remember, we are observers, we are intelligence gatherers. Our goal is to understand, not to be influenced."

"We know."

Someone responded in a low voice, their tone resolute.

Time passed, second by second.

Every second felt like a heavy stone pressing down on everyone's heart.

"Two minutes!"

"One minute!"

"Thirty seconds!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

"Image transmission, commence!"

At the female staff member's command, the main screen flashed and the image popped up instantly.

It was a view from high above.

At first, the image was a bit blurry, but soon the satellite's camera adjusted to its optimal state.

Everyone in the lab held their breath at that moment.

The scene depicts the eastern capital of Sakura Kingdom.

The once bustling city is now shrouded in an eerie shadow. Skyscrapers still stand, but the streets are deserted.

Dead silence.

A profound, unfathomable stillness.

Then they saw it.

I saw those.

Densely packed, like dark clouds looming over the city, the human head balloons floated in the sky.