Don't force me to use my right fist.

The monster that just appeared is also suspicious. Under the nose of such a powerful figure, would they really allow such a thing to exist?

As for Kaguya's curse, Keine doesn't seem to know anything about it either.

Either Huiyin isn't as powerful as she is in the original work, or someone is causing trouble.

They're still pretty impressive.

"So you mean we still have to come to school tomorrow?"

Kaguya's fingers unconsciously touched her lips as she replied to Saya while thinking.

She didn't expect to uncover the truth in a day; being able to resolve the curse was already quite an achievement.

"It would be best if you came, but there's something very important I have to remind you of right now."

Sōyu once again displayed a serious expression.

Kaguya had a bad feeling; he had the same expression on his face the last time they were in the car.

"You said."

"You should finish that bucket of milk, there's more."

Saya showed a somewhat disgusted expression.

"The hand you're putting on your lips, if I remember correctly, just finished picking at your toes..."

Chapter Thirty-One: A Classic Among Classics

Saya lay comfortably in the guest room of the Hanesaki family's house, idly fiddling with the laptop that had been delivered at his request.

Kaguya is very generous when it comes to material things. Basically, if Saku wants something, he only needs to tell the girl who is always guarding him at the door.

Well, Sawa still didn't know the name of the purple-haired maid, but the more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed.

However, now is not the time to worry about that. As soon as Kaguya returned, she went to work on her conglomerate's affairs. After all, she is the heir to a conglomerate, and her life is not as simple as Saya thinks.

Kaguya didn't mention any conditions that required him to stay by her side at all times, so Saya had some free time.

"This world is truly amazing."

Sawa has been a long-time otaku for a while. He may not be very familiar with other things, but he is quite good at browsing forums online.

He can get more information about the world online.

For example, there are all sorts of strange legends that circulate in various forums.

"It can only be said that no matter how well the government covers it up, there will still be people who can't stand the loneliness of revealing details online, where they don't need to reveal their real identities."

As Zuoyou browsed through these posts, which were no different from ghost stories, he was simply looking for fun until he knew whether they were true or not.

Of course, he did find some clues.

The fact that there aren't as many anime series and manga as in Sasuke's original world is something that Sasuke is quite concerned about.

If I had transmigrated to this world instead of Minecraft on my first visit, I guess becoming a plagiarist wouldn't have been so bad?

On second thought, he realized that doing so might attract some strange attention, so he lost interest in the idea.

Who knows if the prototype of something you randomly copy is also in this world? At least in Sawa's class alone, there are already several.

They are all characters from different works.

However, surprisingly, there is no information about Ah Zhen's midnight murder ring?

Sōyū carefully searched for relevant information through various search websites, but the results were unsatisfactory.

That makes sense. If it were really that easy to find, Kaguya would have given him the clues long ago.

That guy wasn't very good with computers, but money talks.

Although there was no information about the five-night bell, there were similar ones. Sawa looked at the various posts marked in scarlet and rubbed his temples in annoyance.

Hell Communication.

In the city, there is a rumor: hellish communications can only be sent at midnight.

If you write down any pent-up resentment here, Hell Girl will appear and send the person you resent to hell immediately.

Sawa knew that if strange things existed in this world, then this thing was very likely real.

This is much more troublesome than Ah Zhen. If someone is really determined to kill Kaguya, they will have to use this trick sooner or later.

The problem is that this thing happens without warning.

It's fortunate that you have to be filled with resentment towards the other party to open this website; otherwise, who knows how many more people would have died because of it.

This is probably why Kaguya Hasaki hasn't been sent to hell yet.

We need to make preventative preparations in advance.

Sōyū tapped on the table, drawing the attention of the girl in the suit who had been quietly waiting at the door.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

The purple-haired girl in the suit walked up to Saya's table, lowered her head slightly, and didn't make much eye contact with Saya.

"Hmm, could you please inform Kaguya and ask her to send me some obsidian? My need is quite high, so you should inform her first."

Sōyū pinched his chin. If he were to make that thing, he would need at least ten obsidian stones. In terms of the world's ratio, ten one-cubic-meter obsidian stones were no small number.

Despite searching high and low in his backpack for a long time, Zuoyou couldn't find it with him.

After all, no one carries obsidian with them when playing Minecraft, right?

Isn't that just taking up your own space?

Lava Saga did bring a bucket, but a single bucket is only enough to make one obsidian block.

Moreover, this stuff is much harder to obtain than obsidian, and Zuoyou is hoping to use it for other purposes.

"Miss instructed that you only need to tell me your needs, there is no need to ask her."

The purple-haired girl raised her head slightly and looked at Sōyū with a puzzled expression.

"It's alright, just go and call her over for me. It's more convenient for her to come in person to discuss this."

This involves far more than just a few things; these gems are even measured in tons, so I reckon only Sawa has them.

Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be joking, the girl silently nodded and walked out of his room.

"If we can create one of those things, we won't have to worry about Hell Girl anymore. Even if she gets dragged into Hell, it's not something that can't be undone."

It's just hell, as if no one has ever been there.

Sawa could even boldly declare that he is a man who has returned from hell!

Continuing to browse the website, Zuoyou wanted to see if there was anything else worth noting.

Then, the computer screen in front of him suddenly started to shake, eventually turning into a snowflake.

What era are we living in? Do we still need this level of special effects?

Zuoyou put down the mouse, put his hands on his shoulders, and stared blankly at the computer screen, which was now completely unreadable.

He wanted to see what new tricks they could come up with.

It couldn't be that old, worn-out bridge that broke, could it?

Hopefully, there will be something new.

However, as the lights in Saya's room went out instantly, Saya looked at the black and white image that appeared on the computer screen and sighed silently.

That's a classic.

Whether it's the ghostly filter or the ancient well in the middle of the screen, everything looks so nostalgic.

Even the strange woman who crawled out of the well in an odd posture seemed a little cute in Sawa's eyes.

Damn it, I keep getting mixed up with certain comics. It's all because I read too many comics back then.

After cracking his knuckles, Sayu waited for the guy to stick his head out of the computer screen.

The only thing that puzzled Saya was whether there was more than one A-Zhen, or whether she had the ability to create clones. He should have clearly killed the one from the daytime.

Sōyū, who regretted only watching the first and most classic part of The Ring, shook his head. Since he couldn't figure it out, there was no point in forcing it. He should just open this gift that had been delivered to his door first.

What a wonderful female ghost! She can deliver experience points directly to his home without him even having to order takeout.

This made Saya a little embarrassed.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Sir, would you like to apply for a card?

The plot development somewhat exceeded Sōyū's expectations.

For example, he never expected that there would be three Sadakos appearing in his room this time.

Just as he was waiting with great interest for Sadako on the computer screen to make that classic crawling-out gesture.

Two other women in white, identical to those on the screen, appeared beside him without his noticing and grabbed his hands, trapping him in a chair.

That's creative, and he even changed his outfit, which shows he really thinks highly of Sayu.

Sōyū nodded, showing none of the tension one would expect when trapped, and even looked at the two white-clad female ghosts' new attire with curiosity.

The white coat was no longer draped over his body like a rag as it had been in the infirmary, but was now covered in an unknown liquid that emitted a foul stench, and his seaweed-like hair was now truly soaked, just like seaweed.

It's clearly an elite monster.

But with these two guys so close, the stench of decay emanating from them made him feel vaguely nauseous.

Sōyū frowned in disgust, about to make a comment, when he noticed that the two female ghosts raised their heads almost simultaneously, staring straight into his eyes with their empty, bloodshot eye sockets.

"Tsk, if you guys were even a little prettier, I'd almost suspect that your next line would be something like, 'Sir, please sign up for a membership card.'"

Remembering how Tony, the hairdresser in his past life, loved to ask him if he wanted to sign up for a membership card with that oppressive feeling, Sawa shrugged.

He didn't feel any fear; instead, he just felt like laughing.

But soon, when Sadako in the video finally made the move he had been waiting for—popping herself out of the screen—Saya stopped laughing.

Because it smelled so bad.

Saya can tolerate being ugly, but as a vengeful ghost, if he doesn't look ugly, he won't scare people.