You say this is a love game?

"The stairs I came up were clearly located in the middle of the corridor, but now... I'm at the far left end of the corridor. Even the space where the stairs are located is misplaced."

Mizutani Makoto looked around and saw that the empty corridor seemed to be stretched, with house numbers lined up one by one, estimated to be around ten, and the corridor leading to the third floor was squeezed to the far right side of the corridor, which was the end he could see.

"Besides, it's too quiet."

The dim corridor of the school building was as silent as death in the middle of the night.

There was no light here, only the faint moonlight coming in from outside the corridor.

"I have to find a way to get to the end?"

The corner of Mizutani Makoto's mouth twitched.

Got it!

In this kind of rough terrain, did he have to be wary of Xiao Gao's corner attacks? He wouldn't be pushed into the school corridor by a slave who jumped out from some corner...

Mizutani Makoto held his breath and took a step forward, but was immediately stunned.

A window he had never seen before popped up in front of him.

[Gained Status——Cursed Death]

【Death Curse: 5/100】

"???"

Mizutani Makoto was horrified. Just as he was about to retract his right foot, he suddenly felt a strong push from behind. Caught off guard, Mizutani Makoto was pushed into the corridor. Before he could react, he felt the air around him become "crowded".

There was a faint touch in the air.

It was a vast, empty corridor, dimly lit, and deserted as far as the eye could see. Yet, he could sense an indescribable sense of crowding, like a packed subway car at rush hour, surrounded on all sides by people. The feeling of crowding came and went, as if invisible "people" were staggering in the corridor, bumping into him and nearly throwing him off balance.

Mizutani Makoto didn't care about the "cursed death" status that appeared.

He attacked with gritted teeth, slashing fiercely with the Liaoyuan sword in his hand, igniting a bright line of fire in the air. The flame damage of this sword was far more powerful than the Tar Cloak. The Tar Cloak could only cause high-temperature burns on his blade, but the Liaoyuan sword could set the enemy on fire with just a few slashes!

The sword danced in the air, and there was a feeling of it hitting something.

"Ahhh!!"

A sharp scream came to Mizutani Makoto's ears, as if a ghost had been scared away.

However, Tongzi did not pop up the prompt to harvest souls.

The air in front of him that he had cut through was rippling with breeze-like ripples, and a translucent spirit indeed emerged in the air. The spirit looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, and now it had been cut in half by Mizutani Makoto, and was crying in pain.

Mizutani Makoto swung his left hand with the Shizuku katana, but it felt like the blade was slicing through slime, an incredibly choppy sensation radiating from the blade. He tensed his muscles and exerted a sudden force, severing the flying spirit's upper body once more, tearing the entire creature into three pieces.

But it was all in vain.

The spirit was howling, and the broken parts of its body turned into misty green smoke. The smoke gathered together and actually connected the broken body. Then the translucent smoke gradually condensed, and the whole spirit body was restored to its original state. His slash did not leave even a trace!

Mizutani Makoto was suddenly shocked.

He knew that spiritual enemies had extremely high physical resistance and had no objection to it.

But his sword doesn't just deal physical damage.

As early as the Window Girl period, Mizutani Makoto had verified that the "fire damage" added by the equipment was of a spiritual nature. Even without applying the Resin of the Wrathful Spirit, his slashing blows could still cause damage to spiritual enemies.

With the fire damage attached to the Liaoyuan sword now, how could it be possible to leave the spirit unscathed?

It was also at this time that Mizutani Makoto suddenly felt a chill on his ankle.

Looking down, he saw a pale arm stretched out from the floor. It was as skinny as a corpse that had been drained of blood. The shriveled skin was loosely attached to the hand bones, and the skinny fingers were tightly grasping his ankle.

【Death Curse: 6/100】

【Death Curse: 7/100】

The number of "Cursed Death" debuffs in the status bar was rapidly increasing, jumping five times within a second, and in the blink of an eye it reached [Cursed Death: 10/100].

There was no time to think, all I had to do was rely on my survival instinct.

Mizutani Makoto suddenly raised his leg and kicked the ghost hand that was grabbing his ankle with fierce determination.

The ghost hand is more fragile than imagined.

A crisp, bone-breaking sound erupted in the dead silence, like a dead branch being crushed, only sharper and more piercing. The entire arm, without the support of its skeleton, collapsed limply like a flower stem violently snapped. The broken part drooped diagonally to the side, nearly falling off completely, held together only by a few shreds of tattered flesh.

This weird scene is sickening.

But Mizutani Makoto didn't care.

As the "Cursed Death Bar" rose, some scenes that were invisible just now began to appear before his eyes.

He is surrounded by "people".

In this corridor, dozens of students, both male and female, were squeezing him firmly in the middle.

Unlike the modern school uniforms seen in the teaching building before, the clothes worn by these undead are all standard Taisho period clothing.

Girls wear hakama skirts, while boys wear black single-breasted metal-buttoned uniforms with a cloak.

It's not funny.

In Taisho period Japan, male students did wear cloaks, just like the hakama skirts worn by girls, which were both symbols unique to that era.

Judging from this, the group of undead pressing against him were all students of the private Hiiragigaoka Academy?!

Mizutani Makoto knew that he could no longer be restricted by others.

In such a crowded environment, the sword couldn't be used properly, so he simply raised his arm and used the most classic elbow strike to blast away the surrounding undead.

He didn't know if it was the effect of the rising curse bar, but when he elbowed these undead, he actually felt the touch.

The undead did not fight back.

They seemed unconcerned with Mizutani Makoto's attacks, simply pushing forward, crowding him in the center. Mizutani Makoto struggled mightily, constantly pushing aside the undead beside him as he ran toward the end of the corridor. However, the congestion, like that of a subway car during rush hour, meant he couldn't run at all. He could only force his way through, carrying a heavy load like a heavy load!

The further in we went, the more the number of undead did not decrease at all.

Instead, there are more students dressed in more modern styles.

What is this again?

Subsequent victims?

Mizutani Makoto gritted his teeth and continued to squeeze in, but after he had taken a few steps, a pale and skinny ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the window of the dormitory [202], and its fingers clasped his shoulders. In an instant, the curse bar rose rapidly.

"Get out of here!"

Mizutani Makoto squeezed the undead out and escaped the capture range of the ghost hand, but by this time, his cursed death bar had reached 24/100.

The phantom of the student in front of me became clearer and clearer.

Keep going inside.

Ghostly hands stretched out from the dormitory, grew from the floor, and hung from the ceiling, blooming like flowers all over the world as far as the eye could see.

Those arms were on him, and he cursed the bar rising rapidly.

The whole world seemed to have changed. He seemed to have boarded a carriage leading to another world. The entire carriage was filled with confused puppets, and he was gradually becoming one of them.

【Death Curse: 91/100】

A ghost hand descended from the ceiling and gently rested on his head.

Makoto Mizutani can no longer distinguish between the real and fake worlds.

He looked out at the corridor ahead. Bright sunlight lazily shone on the railings. Several boys and girls hunched over the railings, pointing downwards and chatting. Their faces varied, their uniforms from different eras over the past century, yet at this moment, they seemed to be living in the same era, excitedly conversing.

Some people applauded him.

There was a handsome young man and a cute and lovely girl.

They were all wearing the Taisho-era uniforms I'd first seen, with the boys wearing capes and the girls in hakama. The girl with glasses was holding a notebook and a pen. She studied Mizutani Makoto's face, then lowered her head and began scribbling something.

Mizutani Makoto forced his eyes to move and turned his gaze stiffly.

He stared at the boy's chest, which was a badge.

——[Kanada Hayabusa]

There is a name written on it.

It was also at the moment when the girl stopped writing that the cursed death bar that Makoto Mizutani had been paying attention to, the progress of [Cursed Death: 99/100] finally reached the maximum.

【Death Curse: 100/100】

In an instant, Mizutani Makoto's heartbeat stopped.

All vital signs were stripped from him, and his soul seemed to be about to fly out of his body.

He felt that he was flying farther and farther, but he seemed to be attracted by something, so he stopped flying and walked forward unconsciously. Looking at his enthusiastic family members, he decided to stay in this cheerful and lively family forever.

"I'm so happy..."

Ending: [We Are Family~!]

……

……

Under the cherry blossom tree.

Mizutani Makoto opened his eyes, staring blankly at the blood moon hanging high in the night sky.

It was not known how long had passed before he suddenly shuddered, his dark pupils trembling suddenly, and a strong sense of fear and the desire to vomit surged into his heart. He began to cough violently, and the strange feeling that lingered in his heart finally dissipated.

"I...will die now?"

Mizutani Makoto stood up, holding his heart and muttering to himself.

He clenched his fists, his face blank.

Wait, his mind was a little confused, let him think it through... Was he "euthanized"?

It was the first time that Mizutani Makoto had encountered such a death. He did not feel any pain or unwillingness, as if all the resentment was about to melt away in the strange joy and peace.

But he had a feeling that this kind of ending was more terrifying than any other way he had died before... This was not death, but it was like transforming into another completely different existence. In the end, even the self was completely lost, leaving only an empty thing that could not even be called a soul, and was assimilated there forever.

fear……

He would rather experience the violent killing of the female teacher in the gap again than die in this eerie tranquility.

"Curse to death..."

Mizutani Makoto gritted his teeth.

But putting aside the way of death, just talking about the "cursed death" debuff... Tongzi, are you serious?

Are you bringing up the concept of "instant death"?

"And it's a map kill."

"If you'd brought out a curse frog, I'd consider it an effort. At least the curse frog can be killed... But why did you bring out the Great Library? That dung map is not for people to play with."

Mizutani Makoto stood up.

Even if you have reached the level of integration.

But in the face of Xiao Gao's malice, he still felt like a rookie. Soul wandering is really a bunch of fancy ways to die!

"Let's sort it out first. That place is very strange. The first students were obviously from the Taisho period. The students who came after them were probably victims, assimilated into the school building and became a kind of ghost."

"And the core of this curse seems to be that boy and girl..."

"That boy, I saw his name tag. His name is Kaneda Hayabusa... Isn't he the unfaithful man who appeared in Koizumi Hanako's story? I remember him being the student council president... Why is he in the school building?"

"Oh, right, Lao Hei said before that there is a tool hidden in the school building that can dissolve Hanako's resentment. It seems that it is related to this unfaithful president."

"I don't know if this thing is a ghost or a strange story, but it's blocking the second floor."

"So, the props are on the second floor? Or are they hidden on the third floor?"

"This lousy map..."

Mizutani Makoto was full of doubts, but had no answers.

He could only protest indignantly: "Where is my wax pool?"

Tongzi, you have no heart.

How can I live without "dipping my head in wax"?

"Now it seems that Miss Furuya still overestimates me. Even if I reach the level of a joint-class player, I still don't have enough ability to explore the school building."