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

Yang Jian's applause continued.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

again and again.

In this deathly silent theater, before this bloody stage.

The applause was so clear.

So abrupt, and so... jarring!

It was like an invisible hammer, striking hard on everyone's heart and deep into the soul of every ghost.

crazy!

This man has completely gone mad!

The smiles on the faces of the Sakura Kingdom viewers who were just celebrating wildly in the comments and predicting Yang Jian's death have now completely frozen.

It was as if I was frozen by the freezing cold of minus 100 degrees Celsius, leaving only endless bewilderment and confusion.

They couldn't understand it, nor could they comprehend it.

Why?

Why did this man from Kyushu, after witnessing such a bloody and cruel scene that would drive any normal person to the brink of madness, not only show no fear or scream, but instead... applaud?

The way he looked.

That serene smile, that gaze as if appreciating art.

He doesn't seem like a player in dire straits at all!

he……

It's more like a high and mighty ruler, scrutinizing a crude yet interesting appetizer prepared for him!

The thought came to mind.

All the audience members from Sakura felt a chill run from their tailbone straight to the top of their head!

For the first time, they began to doubt the divine punishment of Amaterasu, whom they revered as a deity!

And audiences in other countries.

I felt as if my worldview had been shattered into dust at that moment.

They've seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant!

Clapping in front of ghosts and monsters?

What kind of operation is this?

Is he afraid of not dying fast enough?

however.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Jian's provocative act would immediately provoke the wrath of those vengeful ghosts,

A bizarre scene unfolded.

On the stage.

Those "actors" dressed in costumes and painted with oil paint, performing like puppets, suddenly... froze in their tracks!

Their bodies froze.

Followed by.

One by one, heads heavily made up slowly turned around with an incredibly stiff and bizarre motion, clicking...clicking...clicking...

A barrage of gazes.

Numbness, emptiness, resentment, or terror...

In unison.

All eyes were on the only man in the audience who was still clapping!

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive at that moment.

The air seemed to freeze.

It has transformed into a tangible swamp, threatening to drag people's souls into an endless abyss.

Those players who were controlled by the vengeful ghosts and still retained a sliver of consciousness watched this scene, their fear and despair almost overflowing.

Finished!

This madman, he has completely enraged these things!

They're dead!

Everyone should pay for this madman's foolish actions!

but……

It was in this despair that...

A tiny, almost imperceptible flame called "hope" quietly ignited in the deepest part of their souls.

They are players.

Although I haven't been in this instance for long, I've heard more or less about how terrifying Yang Jian is.

This man.

I never do anything I'm not sure about.

He is not a mindless madman.

His blatant provocation and unbridled display of "admiration" begs the question: ...

Does that mean...?

In his eyes, these terrifying beings on the stage, capable of instantly killing them, were nothing at all.

Is he... really not afraid of death?

Do not!

wrong!

He wasn't unafraid of death.

Rather, he was fearless because he had nothing to fear!

He simply didn't believe that these ghosts...could kill him!

This idea.

Like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, it instantly illuminated their hearts, which were shrouded in despair!

in case……

If Yang Jian can really kill all these vengeful ghosts, then... wouldn't they be spared from death?!

Are they... going to be saved?!

Once the flame of hope is ignited, it can never be extinguished and instantly transforms into a raging inferno!

It was at this moment that...

The applause in Yang Jian stopped.

He slowly stood up from his seat.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

It felt less like facing a horde of vengeful ghosts and more like preparing to leave after a tedious play had ended.

His gaze calmly swept over the frozen "actors" on the stage.

finally.

It landed in the deepest part of the stage, in that endless darkness.

There.

That is the true... source!

"Splash—"

As if in response to his gaze.

The curtain behind the stage slowly began to open.

No, that's not pulling it open.

The darkness, as if it had come to life, was retreating to both sides.

Like a sleeping ancient beast, slowly opening its eyes.

The whole world.

At this moment, everything became dark.

The theater lights began to flicker wildly, emitting a buzzing sound, before finally going out completely.

Endless darkness enveloped everything.

Followed by.

A mysterious red mist, carrying a strong stench of blood and decay, surged from nowhere and swept across the entire stage like a tide.

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

But everyone present.

Both players in the theater and audiences in the real world can clearly "see" it.

Deep within that surging red mist.

Blurry and distorted shadows are slowly emerging.

They have different shapes.

Some were as tall as mountains, some were hunched over, some wore tattered costumes, and some were simply an indescribable shadow.

they……

This is the true face of this opera troupe!

The opera troupe is a bunch of ghosts!

This group of people, imprisoned on the fourth floor of this eerie hotel... are the ultimate horror!

As the red mist slowly dissipated.

The figures of those vengeful ghosts were now clearly visible to everyone.

They just stood there quietly.

No sound was made.

But the terrifying aura emanating from them, powerful enough to freeze the soul, caused the temperature of the entire space to plummet to freezing point!

The global live stream fell completely silent at that moment.

Hundreds of millions of viewers.

Staring blankly at the indescribable, terrifying beings on the screen, my mind went completely blank.

Is this... the truth about the fourth floor?

This is...

Was it the culprit that wiped out those players instantly?

fear.

An unprecedented fear gripped everyone's heart!

however.

In this terrifying atmosphere, enough to make even gods and Buddhas tremble.

Yang Jian moved.

He started walking, step by step, toward the stage that was occupied by the vengeful ghost.

His footsteps were very light.

Yet, like a death knell, it echoed clearly in the deathly silent theater.

Instead of taking the steps to the side, he walked directly to the edge of the stage and then... just one step, he stepped onto it.

It was as if there was no height difference between him and the stage at all.

This scene.

This caused the pupils of countless viewers to shrink sharply once again!

When Yang Jian stood on the stage, facing the group of ghosts from the opera troupe with their various forms...

That terrifying energy fluctuation reached its peak in an instant!

"BOOM—!!!"

An invisible storm swept outwards from the stage in all directions!

The tables and chairs below the stage were overturned.

It turned into dust.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls, and the entire theater was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment!

But Yang Jian.

But like a pillar of stability in the eye of the storm, it remained standing there, its clothes unmoved.

He looked at the group of vengeful ghosts representing ultimate terror, but instead of showing any fear, he revealed a faint smile.

"Gentlemen."

His voice rang out, not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"I'd like to play a little game with you."

"If I win."

"You need to do something for me."

"If I lose."

Yang Jian paused, then his smile deepened.

"I will no longer interfere with your experiments, and I may even help you... to go to the real world."

"how?"