How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

While the game organizers' intentions are not yet fully confirmed, it is certain that dismantling the stage will not be a problem.

On the surface, the game's organizers' goal is to have 21st-century people unravel the mysteries as much as possible, in order to prevent human society from regressing to a primitive tribal state all at once.

"However, since the humans in this world have lost their powers, the game's organizers are most likely not human. We'll have to make contact to find out their true purpose."

Naya: "So, we've come full circle and ended up back where we started...?"

Ensure the participants survive, then contact the game organizers.

Iselin: "At least because the information was updated, the restriction that the stage could not be dismantled was lifted."

Yes, without the restriction of dismantling the stage, it's now Miss Fox's performance time.

If you kill all the mysterious creatures in the vicinity, you can then follow the participants to meet the game organizers.

"Come on! It's Show Time!"

Miss Fox made a gesture of putting something on her finger.

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Author's message:

P.S.: Why is there still overtime?

The update will be delayed; it should be approved tomorrow.

As the title says _(:з」∠)_

I just had some free time to start writing, and then I realized it's almost 9 PM. Chapters that are past 9 PM usually won't be released until tomorrow.

I didn't expect there would be overtime! ∠( ? 」∠)＿

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Chapter 1119 Is this considered a primordial spirit residing in the void?

"First of all, it's the first one!"

I left the library and arrived at the bar in the back alley.

Miss Fox simply ignored the bar staff's attempts to stop her and continued to press the eerie tale on the door.

The mystery surrounding this bar was confirmed when the map was opened; it wasn't that the bar itself was so mysterious, but rather that the door led to two different bars.

One is a normal bar, with no problems whatsoever.

One is the bar ghost story itself—a mysterious world the size of a bead pasted on the door, which will take anyone who accidentally touches it to a terrifying and crazy underworld.

Miss Fox just doesn't respond to the effects; she can't get in even if you touch her.

"Miss, we're not open yet; the bar is still being cleaned..."

The bar staff were still grumbling.

Miss Fox didn't seem to care. She carefully examined the "bead" she was holding, and found that the world inside it was exactly the same as the layout of the bar.

The dance hall, kitchen, wine cellar, and even the appearance of the staff are all perfectly replicated one-to-one.

There are also many different kinds of "guests" dancing around.

"Oh, there are a few unlucky guys inside!"

Under the spiritual observation of the dream, one can clearly see several students following a certain rule, swirling around in a "bar".

Their hands trembled as they held up the glasses, but they held on, their gaze unwavering as they stared intently at the wine in their hands, their careful movements making it seem as if the liquid in the glass was their very blood.

Yes, it is indeed their blood.

From a spiritual perspective, the liquid flowing in these people's veins is wine, while what's in the glasses is their individual blood.

Although it is their blood, the blood content in the wine glass is no more than half.

It was diluted as they added wine again and again.

Why add more wine?

Naturally, one would take a sip when toasted by someone.

They seemed quite concerned about the amount of liquid in their glasses, and would anxiously ask the bartender to refill them when they were more than half full, only breathing a sigh of relief when the liquid in the glass was over eight-tenths full.

『 』（empty）: They must have been misled by the rules of bar ghost stories, but I have no evidence.

Silver Hair Supreme: Will the bar devour them when all the blood in their glasses turns into wine?!

Kamen Rider Anti-Entropy: There's no need to know about this kind of thing, why not just destroy this bar ghost story?

Conan Edogawa: ...Let's put the mystery aside for now; human lives are definitely more important.

Indeed, there's no need to understand the rules of bar ghost stories; just ignore them.

Miss Fox nodded, agreeing with Iserline's statement.

So, with a gentle flick of spiritual energy, the students inside were pulled out, and then the bead was crushed.

"Alas?"

Just as Miss Fox was about to take out the diluted HP potion, she discovered that the students she had pulled out were perfectly fine.

With his blood vessels filled with alcohol, he acted like a normal person, and there was no discernible difference.

One Person, Two Roles: Kiyohime: A Bar Ghost Story That Mixes Up the Concepts of Wine and Blood?

Seven-Colored Leopard Leaping Jade: Perhaps they can no longer be considered human, considering the blood in the glass is less than the amount of wine.

Newbie (just filling in the numbers): That's true, there's very little human flesh left on them; they're filled with the aura of eerie creatures.

Fallen Saint Black Cat: I defeated the final boss, but I didn't recover?

Did you defeat the final boss?

Miss Fox frowned slightly, because when she crushed the bead just now, she felt that the texture was not quite right.

Following the horrified gazes of the students she had dragged out, I looked back.

The bar's doors were wide open, and inside, the stage shone with colorful lights, where a large number of people were dancing energetically.

A bizarre tale has descended upon the bar.

It was applied to the actual bar.

Miss Fox shook her head: "What happened to the idea that mysterious creatures have no brains?"

They actually pulled off a clever escape.

What was crushed was just an empty shell; in reality, it had already escaped and "occupied" the bar.

"You're just making all this useless stuff!"

With a stomp of his foot, his spiritual power pressed directly onto the strange tale in the bar.

Click!

Very quickly, the Umbrella Bar's ghost story was broken, revealing the normal bar interior that had been covered by it.

But something still doesn't feel right!

Miss Fox frowned slightly, but still managed to eliminate the bar ghost stories in one go.

But... the feel is still off!

Although it was completely shattered this time, it still didn't kill the feeling of this bar ghost story. Instead, it felt like it was still there, just not showing itself.

Everyone here is my wife: Is this so difficult to handle?

Elena is the best in the world, no arguments allowed: After all, it's a mysterious world, so it's normal for them to be a bit resilient.

A seventeen-year-old girl: After all, it's a mysterious creature; it's normal that it's difficult to deal with.

Sirin Kaslana: →_→

Ordinary passerby A: What should we do then?

Newbie just filling in the numbers: ∠( ? 」∠)＿

Most likely, the solution is to destroy the core or simply complete the entire bar mystery.

The core...

Miss Fox activated her spiritual senses to the maximum, intending to find the core of this bar's strange tale—

The perspective shifts! We come face to face with a colossal creature!

It was a black fog that enveloped the world.

As soon as Miss Fox's spiritual sense spread out, it immediately met the eyes of the countless eyes on its body, the density of which was nauseating.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that each eye on the black mist represented a strange tale.

Miss Fox thought for a moment, then transformed her spiritual sense into a finger and poked at one of them.

"—!!!"

The black mist monster began to rampage, and an indescribable power enveloped it, seemingly wanting the multi-talented Miss Fox to pay some price.

no effect.

The black mist that shrouded the world was not very strong for Miss Fox; she had already confirmed it with that extra touch just now.

"What incredible resilience!" Miss Fox exclaimed!

However, after poking the eyes on the black mist a few more times, Miss Fox discovered that this thing had an absurdly strong vitality. Poking its eyes or breaking apart a part of its body would allow it to recover very quickly.

Aside from shouting loudly, it was as if nothing had happened.

This thing...

The eye is central to all the world's strange tales, while the black mist is what connects all humans and man-made structures...

Miss Fox frowned: "The essence of a ghost story about a regressive social structure?"

Unlike the eyes on its body, the black mist has no core, or rather, the core is all of humanity.

The more backward human society and technology are, the stronger it becomes; the more advanced human society is, the weaker it becomes.

Unless humanity fully deciphers the supernatural tales, this layer of black mist will never die.

emmmmmm...

Newbie here to fill in: I'm wondering, if other ghost stories entrust their core to this ghost story, does that count as the primordial spirit being entrusted to the void?

Kiyohime, who plays two roles: Shouldn't we be thinking about how to completely deal with the bar ghost stories at a time like this?

Conan Edogawa: Let's clear the game. If we clear it according to the rules of the bar ghost story, we can probably defeat it. Otherwise, the game organizers wouldn't have embarrassed themselves by participating in the "game."

Kamen Rider of Anti-Entropy: Indeed, now that the bar ghost story has materialized, it's perfect for you to get involved.

Newbie just filling in the numbers: ∠( ? 」∠)＿

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P.S.: I forgot to upload it.

Chapter 1120 Bar Ghost Stories Rules

The Ghost Story of the Bar?

Miss Fox turned to look at the group of drinkers... Where are they?

The person who was lying behind her was gone, without any sign of leaving. No matter what, she couldn't possibly be so oblivious to the movements of an ordinary person.

"Now we can't say whether it's a person or an alcoholic."

Looking at the few bottles of wine on the ground, Miss Fox sighed helplessly.

Before I could completely dismantle this bar's strange tale, I felt that these drinkers were beyond saving.

She just didn't expect that she wouldn't notice this change; she only felt that those people were still behind her, still alive.

But he is indeed still alive.

From a normal perspective, these bottles of wine are just ordinary wine, but from a ghostly perspective, they appear to be several people the size of those bottles.

He stood there blankly, cosplaying as a wine bottle, only his eyes could move.

If nothing unexpected happens, the cork in the wine bottle will be their head; once it's opened, they'll die. Of course, whether they can escape the pain is another matter.