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Chapter 47: Resentment Transforms into Warmth

Under the moonlight, the abandoned villa was eerily quiet.

Hisakawa and Matsushima Yukio's eyes kept scanning up and down the villa.

Ryosuke Miyagi took a step, and the gravel beneath his feet cracked with a sharp sound, then the world fell silent…

Hisakawa and Matsushima Yukio immediately noticed the change in their surroundings.

It seemed as if countless eyes were watching them.

It's that kind of quiet where you're standing in an empty space, yet feel like you're being watched by countless eyes from the shadows.

[Spiritual Warning] A chill ran down Ryosuke Miyagi's spine.

in danger?

How could Nuanling be in danger?

Ryosuke Miyagi slowly withdrew the step he had just taken and left the villa.

"What's wrong?"

Matsushima Yukio and Hisawa both noticed Miyagi Ryosuke's actions.

"Something's not right with this spirit."

Even when the spirit of the bus was recovered, there was no "spiritual vigilance" warning.

Now that he had only entered the villa's perimeter, his spiritual awareness immediately gave him a warning.

There is danger... but it's just a warning; the danger level is not life-threatening.

The pain was even less than when I was riding the subway that caused the accident.

Even though we had already left the villa, the surrounding scenery still began to change!

Hisakawa, Matsushima Yukio, and Miyagi Ryosuke cautiously observed the changes in their surroundings.

As the moonlight faded, the sounds of streetlights and electricity began to appear in the surrounding area.

They all looked up in unison, and above them appeared a round, milky-white street lamp, a common sight in the Showa era, its bulb humming with electricity.

Then comes the second lamp.

Another lamp.

Another cup.

They looked ahead, following the path of the lit streetlights.

The streetlights lit up one by one along an unseen road, stretching all the way to the front door of the abandoned villa.

Strange images and scenes appeared on both sides of the road: the outline of an old-style neighborhood, two-story wooden buildings, a grocery store with a noren curtain hanging, a rusty mailbox, mottled walls, and an old-fashioned police bicycle leaning against the wall.

The bicycle's front wheel was turning slightly.

The front wheel spun around and around, making a "creaking" sound.

"What... what's going on? I sense a resentful aura?"

Hisakawa gripped the chainsaw tightly and instinctively moved closer to Miyagi Ryosuke.

Ryosuke Miyagi did not answer.

He stretched out his right hand, and black slime coiled around it, solidifying into the "Witcher's Hunting Manual." Turning to the fifth page, the information in the Spirit Encyclopedia had changed.

Ryosuke Miyagi stared at the three small, scarlet characters that had been added to the manual, spreading like cracks.

"Resentment transforms into spirit".

[Ling Encyclopedia - Urgent Update]

[A police officer living alone - stationed to guard against resentment]

[Status: Due to the corruption of a certain evil god, this steadfast spirit has undergone some changes.]

[Threat Level: Quasi-Level 2 Wraith (Continuously Rising)]

[Note: It doesn't want to hurt anyone. But it has lost the ability to "think." It's just a runaway program that's endlessly scrutinizing every "intruder" as an error that must be "corrected."]

"This spirit has become resentful."

"Resentment transformed?" Matsushima Yukio's voice tightened. "Isn't it a warm spirit?"

"It used to be." He closed the booklet, his gaze sweeping over the Showa-era street scenes that had appeared out of nowhere.

Ryosuke Miyagi was already hesitating. Based on the information they had at the moment, they were confident they could defeat the near-level 2 vengeful spirit.

But the vengeful spirit continued to grow stronger. Unlike demons, vengeful spirits could trap even non-aggressive creatures like the one on the bus.

Now there is a resentful spirit...

Forget it.

Ryosuke Miyagi took another step forward.

The enhancement of one spirit is very great, and this spirit is in the form of a revolver in the manual.

A revolver—that's all Ryosuke Miyagi could think of; this spirit possessed powerful offensive capabilities.

It's worth a try to find a spirit that can greatly enhance your attack power after you form a contract with it.

"That's more like it! The whole world is like a giant GTA game. Why wouldn't you take the treasure you find on the street? This spirit is strange, but once it's purified after being corrupted by resentment, it might even gain more power!"

"As a fake Witcher, it's hard to convince others that you're a Witcher without a powerful revolver by your side."

"Reward: Revolver Mastery (Once you pick up a revolver, you will be able to shoot accurately; your shot will be fast from ten paces away, and accurate and fast within ten paces.)"

"Let's go. This spirit that has been corrupted by resentment is still in its growth stage and is not very strong."

As Miyagi Ryosuke stepped onto the stairs, the surrounding lights flickered.

Hisakawa and Matsushima Yukio immediately followed.

The three of them stepped onto the second step at the same time, and when they stopped under the streetlight, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook.

The Showa-era street scenes seemed to come alive and began to approach the three of them.

The two-story wooden house was moved, the grocery store with its noren curtain blocked their way out, and the rusty mailbox slid silently behind them. The road that originally led to the main entrance of the villa had now become a circle, surrounding them in the middle.

The bicycle had somehow stopped in front of the three of them.

The car seats were empty.

The modified bicycle light turned on.

The stark white light shone directly on the three people's faces, much like the blinding white light that leaves no escape in an interrogation room.

Under the white light, everyone temporarily lost their sight. As the white light gradually faded, the scene before them changed once again.

When the three of them came to their senses, they were already standing in the duty room of an old-fashioned police station.

Ryosuke Miyagi reached out and touched the back of his neck.

The "spiritual vigilance" prompts are gone, and the boundaries are no longer in place?

Does the danger of spiritual vigilance simply disappear because you take a step back?

This means that this resentful spirit is still acting according to the rules of instinct.

He began to observe his surroundings.

The walls were painted with a light green wainscoting, and the wooden floor was covered with footprints and dirt.

An old desk leans against the window, with an enamel teacup, an old-fashioned rotary telephone, and an open patrol log on it.

The view outside the window was blurred, with only the streaks of rain reflected by the lamplight, as if a rainy night from the Showa era had been frozen here forever.

There were three folding chairs against the wall.

The chair has an iron frame, a hardwood seat, and numbers painted in white on the back: 1, 2, 3.

Opposite the desk was a slightly taller wooden chair with an old-fashioned police uniform draped over its back.

The room was completely empty.

A very light ripple appeared on the surface of the enamel teacup on the table.

Hisakawa, Matsushima Yukio, and Miyagi Ryosuke were all quite certain that the resentful spirit was in this room.

"Why did he drag us here? Or is it...?"

"What did you say? Just smash this place to pieces, and that spirit will definitely come out! Then we'll grab its head and beat it up! That'll end everything!"

Hikawa reached out and yanked the chainsaw ring open.

The chainsaw whirred and roared, flames dancing on its teeth!