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Chapter 251: Spirit Medium’s Notebook

Buzz—

Almost simultaneously, those nailed faces actually began to grow again, transforming into countless sticky slime that fell to the ground, taking the form of one tall ghostly figure after another.

And this time, it wasn't just one, nor two.

But dozens upon dozens of them!

Lynn stopped attacking and immediately switched to defense, finally managing to hold out after several rounds.

Click—

The clock hand moved once more.

The darkness enveloping the classroom rumbled away, and the dense crowd of ghostly figures instantly dissipated along with the receding darkness.

But this time, what lit up wasn't the lights.

But a fire!The entire classroom began burning fiercely, walls peeling, desks and chairs ablaze, corpse after corpse becoming fuel for the flames.

Lynn knew.

The classroom's time was rapidly advancing toward that final outcome with each descent of darkness.

Once thirty minutes arrived, the entire classroom would be reduced to ashes.

Lynn gritted his teeth, quickly sheathing the Night Demon Blade.

Force couldn't solve this.

He had to quickly find a way to deal with that "ghost" within this final time.

There must still be clues he hadn't found yet!

Amid the roaring flames.

Lynn returned to his seat, frowning deeply as flames licked around him, forcing himself to stay calm.

Based on the clues obtained so far.

The reason the character he was playing could contact the "ghost" was likely related to his mother.

His mother was a "spiritual medium."

A spiritual medium is a profession capable of communicating with the souls of the deceased.

And according to that girl's diary, his mother was killed by his father for some reason, which became the beginning of the tragedy.

Then he should possess some things left behind by his mother.

At this moment.

Lynn's gaze suddenly fell upon the notebook on the desk.

Could it be...

The blood writing on this notebook had told him the rules of this trial, and he had initially considered it as the room's introduction.

But one thing was clearly wrong.

That was, the events weren't unfolding according to what the blood writing in the notebook said.

After killing three students, that ghost had already begun losing control.

And Lynn understood very clearly.

Every single thing in this classroom held symbolic meaning.

What about the notebook and the blood writing rules then?

In an instant.

Lynn grasped that crucial point.

[Guidance]!

Exactly!

For a student who had long suffered bullying, for a boy who witnessed the only girl who treated him kindly being bullied by those scumbags, if he discovered relics left behind by his mother that could enable his revenge, what would he do?

He would inevitably use them at any cost!

Even at the cost of his own life!

The notebook's guidance to him, in the timeline he existed in, likely symbolized a turning point where he came into contact with supernatural power!

Lynn frowned, quickly flipping through the notebook.

But there was nothing.

And the next moment, he discovered that on one of the blank pages, there were traces of paper being torn out.

He pulled out that paper with the blood-red eye drawn on it.

Slowly smoothing it and matching it up.

Lynn's pupils sharply contracted.

A perfect fit.

Meaning, that paper with the eye drawn on it was torn from this notebook.

He had found the right direction!

Rustle—

Almost the moment they were pieced together, line after line of blood-red text gradually appeared throughout the notebook.

Success!

Lynn immediately saw those few large blood-red characters appearing on the title page.

[Spiritual Medium's Notebook]

Lynn narrowed his eyes, browsing the notebook's contents at the fastest speed possible.

This seemed to be written by his mother herself, and was the major turning point that enabled him to form a contract with that "ghost."

[As I communicate with more and more deceased, my spiritual medium abilities are rapidly growing, but the more they grow, the more fearful I become, because I've discovered that I seem to be slowly approaching a realm that mortals shouldn't comprehend.]

[A dark world...]

[This feeling became increasingly clear during my last attempt to contact a murderer's spirit, because spiritual mediums aren't always successful, especially when contacting the spirits of heinous criminals. During the process, we inevitably encounter some elusive obstacles.]

[In our professional jargon, we call it the "Death Realm."]

[Traditional spiritual medium rules strictly warn to immediately stop the contact upon sensing that barrier, but that time I couldn't resist my curiosity, because my mediumship abilities at the time made me clearly aware that I seemed capable of breaking through that "Death Realm." I was very curious about what was on the other side, so I went ahead.]

[I successfully contacted that murderer's spirit, but it also allowed me to glimpse some scenes from the other side of the "Death Realm."]

[Countless evil spirits, countless monsters, countless twisted existences—it was truly like a nightmare.]

[And since that contact, I've felt like something has been watching me.]

[By a pair of eyes.]

[A pair of eyes from the other side of the "Death Realm," staring intently at my soul!]

[I began becoming absent-minded and irritable, constantly having nightmares. I often accidentally fall asleep while recording, then wake up to discover I've written some completely unfamiliar text and symbols in my notebook.]

[Slowly, I began writing uncontrollably.]

[And I have a strong feeling that those completely unfamiliar texts and symbols point toward an evil existence—it seems to be some kind of summoning and contract... Something seems to want to descend through my hand...]

[I want to destroy those writings, but every time I have this thought, I feel intensely sleepy.]

[I know I can't just wait for death anymore!]

[I need to make one final attempt!]

[If that's the case, even if he descends, I can trap him in that death loop using a "heart anchor"—he absolutely won't be able to escape! Absolutely!]

On the page following these words was that eye pattern drawn in blood.

The subsequent pages were densely filled with large amounts of text and symbols.

And Lynn recognized at a glance that those writings she couldn't destroy were actually this world's text!

Lynn frowned.

Could it be.

That the "Death Realm" his mother contacted actually referred to this Dark World he was in?!

At this moment.

Lynn strongly realized.

This scenario definitely wasn't merely fabricated by this room—it was likely a real event that actually happened in reality, reflected here as his test!

Then what was the method his mother left behind?

Heart anchor?

Death loop...

He quickly looked toward the next page with its strongly summoning-themed text and symbols.

[In the name of the Master of Blood and Flesh, I beseech your kin to respond.]

[I shall form a curse contract with you.]

[I shall walk with hatred, willingly offering my body and soul for the Vengeful Demon's command.]

[I shall spread calamity and curses, I shall accompany misfortune, I shall devote myself to you.]

...

It was a sacrificial text with intensely evil connotations.

And clearly, the character he was playing had found this notebook left by his mother and, ignoring his mother's warnings, successfully formed a contract with this Vengeful Demon.

Then what about the method his mother left behind?!

If this was something that happened long ago, did that method succeed?

Death loop...

Heart anchor...

At that moment, Lynn suddenly lifted his head, his gaze instantly falling upon the clock on the wall!