Chapter 69

"Damn ghost! Get the hell away from me!!"

In a deserted classroom building in Tokyo City, a furious voice suddenly rang out.

The next instant, crimson flames surged into the night, spreading with piercing screams, radiating a strange aura that was both chilling and scorching.

After a long while, the crimson flames faded, and all returned to stillness; the camera shifted to the darkness within.

"Annoying specter, always lurking."

The speaker was a white man with golden hair and blue eyes; from his appearance, he appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, about one meter ninety tall, with a lean, well-proportioned build—clearly revealing the sculpted musculature beneath his clothes.

Beyond that, his features were stunningly beautiful, almost otherworldly; in the real world, just his face alone would make him the top idol, needing no training, instantly debuting at center position.

Yet, compared to his outward appearance, his fashion sense was oddly flamboyant.

Wearing a high-end tailored suit at night was one thing, but he also donned a blood-red velvet cloak, matching his dark, seductive aura—literally screaming “vampire” across his face, without even pretending.

Clearly, this golden-haired white man was the other member of the West Sea Team, Reinhardt, an extreme racist, currently the team’s captain, with his gene lock opened to the second stage and a mutated bloodline as an A-class Blood Marquis.

As previously mentioned, the West Sea Team had arrived in the Ju-On world five days ago; due to cultural differences, they knew nothing about Japanese ghosts, and in previous horror films, they had never encountered a pure supernatural world, so they had merely purchased basic protective gear and life-support pods capable of blocking psychic scans to protect their newcomers.

Yet they never expected that Kayako’s aggression was far fiercer than in the original, completely disregarding logic—on their very first night, two newcomers were brutally killed, receiving negative two-point warnings.

Naturally, Reinhardt was furious.

He didn’t care about the newcomers’ lives… no, he actually hoped more of them would die, to lower the Main God’s evaluation of the West Sea Team.

But the problem was, this was a team battle—when newcomers died, the entire Lunhui team lost reward points collectively.

Without sufficient reward points, how could he exchange for higher-tier bloodlines and gear? How could he dominate the Lunhui world, becoming the king of the Main God’s space?

Fortunately, the situation wasn’t yet dire; the India Team, which entered the Ju-On world shortly after them, was utterly pathetic—only their captain and one white man from a Western assassin clan were worth mentioning; everyone else was negligible.

He and Yuriann teamed up, without even using their trump cards, easily killing four newcomers with no resistance, turning their negative two points into positive two, then, on Yuriann’s suggestion, temporarily allied with those pitiful Indians, preparing to jointly slaughter the arriving Central Team.

Of course, the alliance was merely a facade; he and Yuriann had already agreed—if the Central Team was weak, they’d let the India Team go first, let them tear each other apart, then he and Yuriann would emerge to reap the benefits.

But if the Central Team was strong, they’d betray the India Team and join forces with the Central Team to divide the remaining India members… of course, if the Central Team refused, he’d have to find a way to complete the main quest as soon as possible, ending the team battle early and returning to the Main God’s space.

The plan was excellent—offensive when needed, defensive when necessary—but after two days, the main quest showed zero progress, and they kept being harassed by Kayako; had they not previously found a Japanese temple and locked their newcomers inside psychic-blocking life-support pods, they might have been penalized again.

"Damn ghost… and Yuriann, that useless fool—he calls himself a strategist but can’t even handle a simple task, forcing me to search for clues to complete the main quest—who the hell do you think is the West Sea Team’s captain?!"

Reinhardt’s dark expression deepened; no one knew what he was thinking, but it was certain he wasn’t planning anything good.

At that moment, he frowned, sensing an anomaly in the surrounding space.

The next instant, a gray vortex materialized out of thin air; from within tumbled a familiar figure—none other than his close brother-in-arms and teammate, Yuriann.

"Yuriann? How did you end up here? And that vortex—did you use a teleport scroll?"

Reinhardt remained stunned, a sudden bad premonition stirring in his chest.

Though he’d just called Yuriann a waste, he still held deep respect for his strength, considering him nearly his equal.

Dual B-class Cosmic System enhancements, coupled with Silver Saint Armor and psychic control abilities, plus a second-stage gene lock—this setup made him unquestionably captain-tier in any Lunhui team, even among the Celestial and Demon factions, he’d rank among the top-tier combatants.

Yet now, he looked like he hadn’t fought at all—just used a precious teleport scroll to flee. What kind of danger had he encountered?

The India Team?

Laughable. A bunch of trash, utterly unworthy.

Thus, the answer became obvious.

"You encountered a powerhouse from the Central Team—they’re that strong, even you had to run?"

Reinhardt’s handsome face instantly grew serious, devoid of any mockery.

"Correct. They’re strong."

Yuriann stood up, his expression grim.

"We can now confirm: their psychic controller possesses abilities superior to mine, and at least one close-combat fighter surpasses you…"

"Damn it—I specifically inquired after our last team battle; the Central Team was supposed to have been wiped out once already. Even after a few more horror films, they shouldn’t have grown this powerful—could it be that the current Central Team is also an Yangzhizhe team?"

"So what do we do now?"

Reinhardt’s face darkened, silently cursing “damn Yangzhizhe team”… even though he himself was one, that didn’t stop him from hating other Yangzhizhe teams, especially stronger ones.

"Hurry up and complete the main quest—or hold out until seven days pass, when the Main God’s range restriction lifts. Then we grab the meat pigs’ brains and flee the Japanese island, dragging it out until the return deadline!"

"A sound idea—but have you considered one question?"

"What question…"

Before he finished speaking, Yuriann sensed something wrong—this wasn’t Reinhardt’s voice.

The next instant, with a muffled thunderclap, Yuriann felt a searing pain in his chest and was blasted backward like a cannonball, crashing into the abandoned classroom building, triggering a chain of explosions.

Simultaneously, ten meters away, the air rippled; in Reinhardt’s horrified gaze, a black-armored warrior wielding a silver staff materialized from thin air.

The faceplate dissolved like flowing water, revealing Wu Xian’s face—he grinned at Reinhardt, radiating a chilling, malevolent warmth.

"You won’t even survive tonight—why bother thinking about the future?"

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