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

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Where is Yang Shen going?! Why is he heading towards the elevator?!]

[That direction...that direction is the elevator! He wants to take the elevator?!]

No! He's not taking the elevator! He's going to the fourth floor! Have you forgotten? That's where the other players went to the fourth floor!

The fourth floor?! He's going to the fourth floor?! Is he crazy?!

No way! Absolutely not!

What is the fourth floor? It's a den of ghosts! A lair where dozens of vengeful spirits gather! The team led by that burly man didn't even have a chance to fight back; they were wiped out instantly!

[Yes! Although Yang Shen is abnormally strong, there are dozens of ghosts! Two fists can't fight four hands, how could he possibly handle them all by himself?!]

[Too impulsive! Yang Shen was too impulsive!]

[We just dealt with the Furnace Demon, we should rest and regroup! How can we go straight to challenge the final boss?!]

[Oh no... My heart is pounding... If Yang Shen goes there, I'm afraid... the chances of survival are slim!]

panic!

A huge panic instantly swept through the entire Kyushu live stream room.

In their view.

Yang Jian's actions at this moment are tantamount to a moth flying into a flame, courting death!

The horror of the fourth floor, amplified by the sudden interruption of those live streams, has left an indelible psychological scar on them.

That was... an absolutely forbidden area!

A place of utter despair where any living person who steps in will surely die!

No matter how strong Yang Jian is, he is still just one person.

But there are dozens of ghosts on the fourth floor!

Such an absolute difference in quantity is an insurmountable chasm in the eyes of anyone!

however.

Unfortunately, Yang Jian could neither hear their cries nor see their worries.

Even if you see it.

He wouldn't pay any attention to it.

quantity?

For him, it was never a problem.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened with a click.

inside.

It was a familiar darkness that seemed to devour all light.

Yang Jian stepped inside without expression.

It was at the very moment he stepped into the elevator that...

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

The old clock in the hotel lobby.

It rang again.

The distant, deep tolling of the bells echoed in every corner of the hotel.

……

Room 244.

in the dark.

James, a player from the Sunset Empire, lay on his cold bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

Everything that just happened outside.

Although he didn't know the specifics, the collective extinguishing of the flames and the faint screams of other players filled him with dread.

He is the most renowned criminal profiler and investigative expert in the Sunset Empire.

He possesses a calmness and analytical ability far beyond that of ordinary people.

He is very clear.

In such an unknown and terrifying environment, the worst thing you can do is to lose your composure.

Hide.

Remain quiet and wait for the right opportunity.

This was the safest survival rule he had devised for himself.

"Damn it, why did the stove suddenly go out... Without light, the danger level has increased significantly."

His brows were furrowed.

Listening intently to the sounds around them in the darkness.

"Fortunately, as long as I don't move around recklessly and trigger any new death rules, I should be able to get through this..."

He kept reassuring himself.

If he can just hold on a little longer until this damned survival game ends, he can return to his country and enjoy endless honor and wealth.

however.

What he failed to notice was...

It was on the table not far in front of him.

The bloodstained newspaper that he had treated as ordinary trash was now... moving on its own.

"Shh...shh..."

That sound.

In the deathly silent room, it appeared unusually clear and eerie.

It's like someone is gently scraping the surface of the paper with their fingernail.

"Um?"

The sudden sound instantly put James on edge!

He suddenly leaped out of bed, his muscles tensing instantly as he assumed a defensive stance.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He stared intently in the direction from which the sound came.

"Who is it?!" he hissed.

however.

The only response he received was the continuous rustling sound.

By the faint light emanating from the live streaming equipment.

He saw it clearly.

It's that newspaper!

That newspaper... was turning the pages by itself!

James's heart sank.

A new, eerie phenomenon has emerged!

He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.

Don't get close!

Never get close!

This must be some new rule for killing!

He carefully backed away, step by step, trying to get away from the strange newspaper.

however.

The rustling sound seemed to possess a strange, magical power.

It wasn't big, but it clearly penetrated his ears and echoed in his mind, as if urging him on and enticing him...

Let's go take a look.

Go and take a look...

What exactly was written in the newspaper...?

James's steps came to a stop without him even realizing it.

His eyes.

I started to feel a little lost and struggled.

Reason told him he had to get away immediately!

But a primal curiosity was like countless ants gnawing at his heart.

finally.

Curiosity triumphed over reason.

He walked towards the newspaper step by step, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped away.

He went to the table.

He slowly lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the blood-stained newspaper.

It was at this very moment.

His entire body suddenly stiffened, and he froze completely in place.

His pupils were dilated, and his expression was frozen.

The person was like a wax figure whose pause button had been pressed, no longer moving at all.

……

Sunset Empire, official live stream.

All the viewers held their breath, watching the bizarre scene unfold on screen with bated breath.

What's going on? Why isn't Mr. James moving?

He...he seems to be controlled by that newspaper!

What's in the newspaper? Why isn't the camera giving a close-up?! I'm so anxious!

Hurry up, Mr. James! Get out of there!

Countless viewers in the sunset country were screaming wildly in their hearts.

however.

James remained motionless in the video.

next second.

As if hearing the viewers' prayers, the live stream camera began to slowly move upwards.

The strange newspaper slowly moved towards James's face.

however.

When everyone finally saw James' face clearly.

"ah--!!!"

Terrified screams echoed throughout the entire Sunset Empire!

Everyone watching the live stream.

Regardless of age or gender, everyone was terrified and their scalp tingled at that moment!

because……

That face...

That face belonged to their national hero, James…

It's...gone!

Instead.

It was a bloody mess, completely empty... a mass of flesh and bones!

His skin...

His entire face was like a mask that had been carefully torn off, vanished without a trace!

Meanwhile.

The blood-stained newspaper lay spread out on the table.

The position of the headline on the front page.

A face contorted with terror, pain, and agony slowly emerged...

That face... was James!

He just... glanced at the newspaper.

His face was torn off and printed on the newspaper!

It became...

A new, bloody... news headline!

The scariest thing is...

The live stream is still running!

That body, stripped of its face, is still "alive," still standing there!

The green text indicating "Connection is normal" was so glaringly obvious!

This means...

Their players were not marked as "dead"!

He was just... replaced!

He's been possessed!

This is more terrifying than death!

This moment.

All the audience members in the Sunset Kingdom felt a chill that ran deep in their souls.