Sleep Paralysis

Detected severe physical damage to Reincarnator Ex017. Treatment difficulty: High

Detected severe mental damage to Reincarnator Ex017. Treatment difficulty: High

Detected divine power corrosion in Reincarnator Ex017. Treatment difficulty: Extremely High

Treatment requires 1 B-rank Anomaly Point and 23,500 Dimensional Points. Proceed with treatment?

"Minimum treatment."

The dying woman returned to her Private Space. Nearly half her body was still missing, golden lightning flickering across her as her Shamanic Power became completely unusable.

With a thought, she appeared in a vast hall filled with hymns. Numerous Sisters in holy white robes were cleaning and praying there.

The instant White Face appeared, someone noticed her.

"Well, well, did our little White Face get bitten by a fish?"

A teasing voice rang out. A blond man in a casual shirt floated over to White Face’s side.

He knew about White Face teasing the Fifth Element. Seeing her like this, it was obvious she had suffered a loss.

White Face kept a cold expression and said nothing. The next moment, Father, who stood at the very top of the hall with his back to them, turned around. Holding a Bible, he radiated intense holy light.

White Face’s body gradually filled back in beneath the holy light.

"My lord, I was careless and got ambushed."

Father’s features were proper and upright, yet entirely unremarkable. He had a face that would draw no attention anywhere.

"White Face, there is no need to explain. The clash between those who bear Destiny is itself a part of Destiny."

"You did not lose. It was merely Destiny."

White Face’s expression shifted. She lowered her head and said nothing further.

Main Mission, Phase Three: Exorcise the King of Curses—Completed

Obtained 1 A-rank Anomaly Point and 10,000 Dimensional Points

Main Mission completed. Leave this world?

This message appeared before Bai Cangshu’s eyes, but his brain was unable to quickly process it into comprehensible information.

Suguru Geto looked at Mercenary Tao, who stood rigid as a statue. That arrogant expression still hung on his face, now carrying a hint of mockery.

He tapped Bai Cangshu between the brows, but there was no response.

"Ha. He really is exactly like Gojo. He only looks a little more pleasing when he can’t move."

Kusakabe was drenched in blood. Since he had no cursed technique and fought with swordsmanship, injuries were unavoidable. In a situation like today’s, surviving at all was already a sign of strength.

"What’s wrong with this guy?"

Kusakabe did not know Bai Cangshu. He only knew that the man seemed to have been brought here by Suguru Geto, and that the two had some plan outsiders could not know about.

And in the end, that plan had succeeded.

Kusakabe watched as the barrier dissipated and the gloomy aura finally dispersed from Tokyo, then let out a breath of stale air.

Step, step, step…

Shoko Ieiri approached with an indifferent expression. Then she drove a fist into Bai Cangshu’s abdomen, sending his body crashing to the ground.

"You got your revenge. So are you planning to save him now?"

Shoko Ieiri lit another cigarette and looked at the sunlight that had finally appeared in the sky.

"Save him?"

"Can he still be considered alive in his current state?"

When Shoko Ieiri had punched Bai Cangshu, aside from avenging the "grudge" of him sending her flying hundreds of meters and nearly killing her, she had also used Reverse Cursed Technique to assess his physical condition.

She knew full well that with Suguru Geto alone, the best possible outcome today would probably have been a few fewer deaths. That guy had always harbored a desire for self-destruction.

And she was no different.

Yet ironically, the two who wanted to destroy themselves had survived. Satoru Gojo, who had never once considered death, had truly died. And this arrogant bastard, who wore the same expression as Satoru Gojo, was dying too.

The world really did sympathize with the weak.

Suguru Geto also lifted Mercenary Tao’s rigid "corpse" back up. Whether it was his heartbeat or pulse, both had nearly disappeared.

His body temperature had dropped to a level no normal human could possibly endure. Even that cursed energy reaction nearly everyone possessed had vanished completely.

"Whatever. I’ll just treat it as refining a new cursed spirit."

Suguru Geto spoke as if casually making an analogy, but there were other thoughts in his eyes.

Mercenary Tao, that bastard really wouldn’t let me have any peace, even in death…

Bai Cangshu looked at the sea of people before him and frowned.

He did not understand what exactly was happening to him.

He remembered clearly that he should have completed the Mount Tai Imperial Lord Ritual, successfully summoned the Mount Tai Imperial Lord during the ritual, and clearly expressed his ambition to seize power.

Bai Cangshu would never entertain some ridiculous thought that he had merely had a nightmare. He was very rational and knew that memories capable of bringing him such pleasure could not possibly be false.

He had not had such a wonderful dream in the past dozen-odd years.

So something had gone wrong with him.

"Hey, can someone tell me what’s going on?"

Within the white, boundless void, Bai Cangshu shouted at the crowd drifting before him like a long river.

But not a single person paid him any attention.

Everyone seemed to follow some kind of pattern—or rather, a system, a rule—lining up and swaying forward.

Seeing this, Bai Cangshu naturally thought of something unpleasant.

Had he really died? Was this the Yellow Springs?

Were these people the spirits of the dead?

"Hey, I’m asking one more time. Can anyone give me an explanation?"

Rarely patient, Bai Cangshu cupped his hands around his mouth. His voice was so loud that, in the real world, it could have carried for several kilometers.

Yet no one answered him.

Bai Cangshu sighed and lowered his head.

He did indeed respect order, but the prerequisite was that someone needed to clearly tell him what that order was.

Bai Cangshu suddenly swung his right arm, his fist smashing into the face of a disheveled woman.

Bang!

The woman instantly fell to the ground and slowly vanished.

This only further confirmed Bai Cangshu’s guess. These things really were not human.

He stepped forward into the middle of the queue. When he saw that the other figures continued to ignore his existence, the corners of his mouth curled up.

When the order of a place was unclear, and you wanted to understand its order and rules, your only choice was to cause trouble.

Make enough trouble, and someone would eventually come out to explain it to you.

Of course, if you had already made enough trouble and still no one came to tell you the rules, then most likely, you were the only rule here.

He looked at the seemingly endless queue and solemnly raised both hands.

Bang bang bang bang…

A series of impacts rang out without end.

He counted the number of spirits he had killed. After killing around a hundred, he felt as though his body had grown a little heavier.

Noticing the change, Bai Cangshu struck these spirits, which did not know how to resist, with even greater force.

After killing nearly a thousand more spirits, Bai Cangshu felt his body had become extremely heavy. Both the speed and force of his punches were slowing.

Sometimes, one punch was no longer enough to kill them.

Bai Cangshu was not afraid of bad changes. What he feared was no change at all.

He lowered his head and continued slaughtering.

Finally, after silently counting more than thirty thousand kills, his body had become so heavy that even moving was extraordinarily difficult.

At last, Bai Cangshu stood rooted in place, unable to move. No matter how hard he tried to control his body, nothing happened.

Anger rose in Bai Cangshu’s heart as red flames began to burn.

"Move. Move!"

When humans lost control of their own limbs, they experienced immense fear.

For example, in the legendary "Sleep Paralysis," you clearly realized that you were awake, yet some existence left you completely unable to move. That fear would make your whole body turn cold.

Bai Cangshu did not feel fear. He only felt anger.

Thump!

Thump thump!

Thump thump thump!

A drumbeat-like sound grew louder and louder. By the end, it seemed to echo throughout heaven and earth.

"Let me move!"

Bai Cangshu roared, and the drumbeats became so rapid they nearly merged into a single sound.

Crash!

Bai Cangshu abruptly sat up, gasping for breath. His entire body had turned red, his muscles swelling until they burst apart the bathtub.

Shoko Ieiri withdrew her hand, stood up, and said to Suguru Geto, who was staring at Bai Cangshu in equal astonishment.

"This guy’s alive."