After 18 Years of Silence, Now My Words Are Divine

Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Hell

Hell.

If one word could describe the scene at this moment, that would be the only fitting one.

Jiang Nan stood at the edge of the sports ground, hand outstretched to catch the falling raindrops.

Rose High School. Sports Ground.

4:38 AM.

Torrential rain. Sky blanketed in black clouds.

And beside him—Chen Tong, Liu Yuqing, Yu Shishi, Wang Meng, and the other survivors.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Water droplets slid down their cheeks—impossible to tell whether it was cold sweat or rain.

Because not far ahead, in front of the flagpole platform.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Countless misshapen Ghost Students, missing arms and legs, poured out from every corner of the school campus.

They marched in perfect unison, their footsteps producing a sound that resonated deep within the chest.

Evidently…

This school, true to its Huaxia-built reputation, had perfectly replicated even its teaching model.

The flag-raising squad marching at the front carried no bright national flag in their arms.

Instead, it was a school banner sewn from the skins of gods-know-how-many people, with 4 characters written in black blood: 【Rose High School】.

Soon, these several hundred Ghost Students reached the position ahead of Jiang Nan's group and stood in silence—dead, hollow, lifeless.

"Huff…huff…"

Wang Meng removed his fog-covered glasses and breathed heavily.

"This suffocating atmosphere… it's genuinely overwhelming."

"Even though they're not attacking us right now, just the stench of rotting corpses and resentment alone is almost unbearable."

Liu Yuqing did not remove her glasses.

Her severe 600-degree myopia meant it made no difference whether she wore them or not—she couldn't make out anything in this rain-soaked hellscape either way.

She adjusted her frames and agreed.

"Exactly… the most critical thing right now is—what exactly are Morning Study and Morning Exercise?"

"And… why hasn't that Kujo Shiyan shown up yet?"

"Right, he's supposed to be the supervising teacher."

Wang Meng narrowed his eyes and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"It's currently 4:38. 6 minutes left."

"Speaking of which… where did Guo Shuai go too?"

Liu Yuqing let out a sigh and briefly recounted what she had seen earlier—Guo Shuai going after Kujo Shiyan.

"My fault. I should have made it clearer to him at the time."

"I only told him to keep watch. I never told him to follow."

"Guo Shuai must have misunderstood and chose to tail that Kujo Shiyan elsewhere."

Wang Meng's heart tightened. He immediately looked toward Jiang Nan.

"Does the boss know?"

Liu Yuqing nodded. "He knows. I told him when we were on our way here."

"He just nodded and said nothing."

"Haah……"

Wang Meng let out a sigh and quietly offered a silent prayer.

'Old Guo, take it easy out there!'

'Don't actually go and die on me! Otherwise, I'll have no one to trade jokes with on long drives!'

……

At the same moment. Warehouse behind the school.

Under dim lighting, the stench of blood hung thick in the air.

"Our brief chat time has come to an end."

"Did you enjoy my story?"

Kujo Shiyan stood before the iron cage, elegantly wiping the fresh blood from his hands.

Inside the cage.

Oriha had already gnawed off one of Kujo Ran's legs.

She lay collapsed in a pool of blood, barely conscious, her complexion as white as paper.

But she still forced out her last remaining breath to ask the question that had troubled her most.

"It… is not an ordinary ghost…"

"It and that Gatekeeper at the school entrance… they're the same kind… both evolving…"

"You… what exactly have you done? Answer me…"

Kujo Ran could clearly feel it—as her body was consumed, her Grade C Ability was disappearing.

The physique she had just advanced to E- was also rapidly collapsing.

"Of course."

Kujo Shiyan seemed genuinely pleased to answer. He smiled.

"Such a wonderful story—I couldn't bear for it to have no audience at all."

"After I stabbed Kujo Takeichi that night, I fled back to Southeast Asia, and then…"

"Wait…"

Kujo Ran interrupted him, her voice trembling.

"How did you end up here in the first place…?"

"You look young, but your eyes are far too world-weary. You're far too calm when facing ghosts!"

"You clearly… arrived here long before any of this!"

"Yet your story shows you didn't come with the creature eating me!"

"And this mass world-crossing event—you absolutely didn't arrive with the Rose High School group either!"

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Kujo Shiyan lightly applauded, a flash of admiration crossing his eyes.

"Indeed—when a person is on the verge of death, the mind becomes impossibly sharp."

"To think you'd catch that inconsistency."

"There's no harm in telling you."

Kujo Shiyan leaned close to the cage and said quietly.

"I arrived here the same way you did."

"Only… it was 10 years ago."

"10 years ago!!"

Kujo Ran's voice abruptly shot upward, like a final flare of life.

10 years ago, nations around the world had no concept of the Savage Realm whatsoever!

Most people—even the majority of high-ranking officials—had crossed over in a state of complete confusion.

But how had this man managed it?

Why had he been able to obtain an S-Grade item back then?

And that too, without ever having set foot in the Savage Realm before?

Suddenly.

Kujo Ran recalled the doctor from earlier in his story, and that mysterious organization—the Arashin-kai.

Every scattered fragment of evidence snapped together in an instant.

"I see now…"

"That was never an ordinary assassin organization…"

"It was a group… that had already taken root in the Savage Realm long ago—one that could even travel back and forth freely!!"

"You've figured it out?"

Kujo Shiyan let out a cold laugh.

"Then allow me to continue."

"Back then, using the organization's methods, I successfully made it to the Savage Realm—successfully made it to this school."

"But what I found… was only… my beloved, who had already turned into a Wandering Corpse!"

Kujo Shiyan's gaze instantly twisted into something anguished and ferocious.

"My oath—which once felt so precious—became an utter joke under the Savage Realm's unreasonable rules!"

"I gained S-Grade power, yet I couldn't preserve a single thing."

"But I did not give up."

"So, forced into becoming a teacher at this Ghost School, I kept studying their philosophy, dissecting the structure of ghosts…"

"And in the end, I found the answer to saving Oriha."

"That answer was: Evolution!"

"As long as a ghost keeps evolving, it can gradually recover its sanity—which means rebirth!"

"So I began my experiments."

Kujo Ran's eyes widened. "Heh… so that Starving Wraith… was also your handiwork?"

"Correct. That was my doing."

Kujo Shiyan nodded in acknowledgment.

"Through my observations, the evolutionary process of a Wandering Corpse is nothing more than consuming and devouring."

"But they are far too weak."

"Even a low-grade ghost like the Half-Head Ghost can effortlessly slaughter hundreds of Wandering Corpses in a short time."

"Yet once they successfully evolve—once they survive that period of weakness and become a Starving Wraith…"

"They can rival any S-Grade ghost!"

"Because they have no upper limit!"

"Take the Gatekeeper, for instance. I raised it for 3 years."

"It started as only a Grade C Starving Wraith—but after devouring that water-ability Extraordinary One from your group…"

"It spiraled upward on its own momentum, and now even I have to be wary of it."

At this, Kujo Shiyan let out a somewhat regretful sigh.

"I had originally planned to observe it a few more days before capturing it and feeding it to my Oriha."

"But who would have thought I'd run into a stumbling block. Died before the mission even began."

"Even his subordinates are no pushover."

"That Guo Shuai should have become Oriha's food as well."

"And yet the cursed object on him actually carried him away?"

"Made me waste my effort feeding that girl called Masaya to the Wandering Corpses just to create a diversion."

"Then painstakingly captured a Parasitic Flatworm to replace them both and fabricate the illusion of being locked in the Detention Room."

"What a shame…"

Kujo Shiyan shook his head and looked into the cage.

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Is my story not interesting enough?"

Silence filled the cage.

Kujo Ran's neck had already been bitten through by Oriha. Her eyes wide open, she had long since died completely.

"Haah……"

Kujo Shiyan shook his head with self-reproach.

"I apologize. I should have seasoned the dessert before offering it to you."

He then pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at the time—calibrated countless times over.

【04:41】

"Time to go."

"Otherwise, that Faceless One will lose his temper."

As he said this, Kujo Shiyan straightened his collar, turned, and walked out through the warehouse door.

However.

The very moment he stepped across the threshold.

A surge of killing intent targeted him—sudden and razor-sharp!

A killer's instinct—evade!

Without a moment's hesitation, Kujo Shiyan's body rolled hard to the right!

Boom!!

The next second, the doorstep where he had been standing was instantly crushed to powder by a massive crushing force!

Pffft!

Despite his reaction speed, he was still a half-beat too slow.

His entire left arm—along with a chunk of flesh from his shoulder—vanished in an instant!

Nothing remained but stark white bone and shreds of meat hanging from it!

His lower leg was also grazed by the shockwave, leaving a massive gaping wound!

"Ssss…"

Searing pain struck, yet Kujo Shiyan's expression barely changed.

He stanched the bleeding swiftly, his gaze fixing on the figure standing in the rain.

"I thought it was him who had come…"

"I didn't expect… it would be you."

In the curtain of rain.

Guo Shuai panted hard, the muzzle of his P90 Submachine Gun still trailing wisps of smoke.

His expression was somewhat haggard, his complexion as white as paper.

But he had not fallen.

After using Wind Force Heavy Pressure twice and pushing his body past its limits, he seemed to have gradually adapted to the strain.

Though it was enough only to barely keep him standing.

"That's right. It's me."

Guo Shuai gritted his teeth, eyes locked on Kujo Shiyan.

"Everything you said just now—I heard all of it."

"You sick freak!"

At the same time, he had already activated the Eye of Calamity's 【Automated Combat Sequence】!

"You want to kill me?!"

Kujo Shiyan clutched his severed arm, laughing in rage.

He slowly rose to his feet and walked toward Guo Shuai, the rain around him parting under the force of his Psychokinesis.

"Come on then! Shoot me!!"

A flash of ferocity lit Guo Shuai's eyes. He was about to raise the gun to finish the job.

However.

Hummm!

The Eye of Calamity instantly seized control of his legs, forcing him to lurch backward!

Guo Shuai staggered backward without control as he shouted.

"You think I'm an idiot?!"

And with that, he turned and ran!

"Trying to run?!"

Kujo Shiyan's expression turned savage as he pressed furiously toward Guo Shuai.

"You break my arm and think you can just walk away? How dull!"

"Psychokinesis!"

He raised his one remaining right hand and clenched it in midair!

An invisible force instantly enveloped both of Guo Shuai's legs, attempting to crush the bones directly!

The Eye of Calamity anticipated the attack and launched him forward in a full-body diving leap!

Bang!

The ground where he had been standing was crushed into a massive pit by the Psychokinesis.

Guo Shuai landed on a stone block nearby, spun around, and unleashed a full burst!

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Bullets rained out.

Kujo Shiyan was forced to retract his attack and form a transparent shield of Psychokinesis in front of him.

Ding-ding-ding!

The bullets hung suspended in mid-air, then with a flick of his hand, were deflected back at even greater speed!

"Taste your own bullets!"

However.

Guo Shuai, using a flashy and unpredictable movement pattern, twisted and writhed through the rain like a piece of seaweed—his waist swinging wildly.

He dodged every single bullet.

"I'm not getting hit! Die mad! Nah nah nah!"

Guo Shuai taunted as he ran.

Kujo Shiyan pressed forward again.

But the moment he advanced, Guo Shuai retreated.

The moment he stopped, Guo Shuai turned back to fire 2 shots and harass him.

The two of them played out a textbook guerrilla battle in the rain—advance and I retreat, halt and I harass.

"Damn it…"

Kujo Shiyan furrowed his brow and stopped.

'This guy's eye… has something to it.'

'He's accurately reading the range and startup of my Psychokinesis attacks, hugging my maximum distance limit to kite me.'

'What a nuisance.'

On the other side.

Guo Shuai also glanced at the time on his hand.

【04:42:49】

'71 seconds until class starts.'

'Can't drag this out any longer! His S-Grade Psychokinesis is too much trouble. Even without his arm, his defense is airtight—I can't kill him.'

'Better get back and tell the boss! Let the boss deal with him!'

Mind made up, Guo Shuai decisively lowered his gun, raised a middle finger at Kujo Shiyan.

"I'm done playing with you, jackass!"

And with that, he took to his heels and bolted headlong into the curtain of rain without looking back.

"……"

Kujo Shiyan watched him leave and did not pursue.

His body swayed—he nearly toppled into the muddy water.

That ambush just now had genuinely dealt him a heavy blow.

Combined with severe blood loss and Psychokinesis expenditure, his condition was now dire.

"Nearly went down right here……"

"Truly a miscalculation."

"Must have caught the bad luck from that foolish woman Kujo Ran."

Kujo Shiyan gritted his teeth, pressing down on his severed arm.

"Now that I've been exposed, Morning Exercise is certainly out of the question."

"Need to take Oriha and move at once—otherwise, once Jiang Nan learns the truth, he'll come after me immediately."

"Even with that Faceless One present, that madman won't hesitate for a single moment before striking."

At this thought, Kujo Shiyan forced himself upright, and prepared to return to the warehouse to retrieve the cage holding Oriha.

However.

The very instant he turned.

A familiar figure caused his previously cold pupils to dilate in an instant!

There, at the dim warehouse entrance shrouded in drizzling rain.

A male student wearing a black school uniform and gold-rimmed glasses stood in quiet stillness.

One hand rested against the door frame. The other reached up and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The corners of his mouth were split open all the way to his ears.

"Hello there~, Mr. Lu…"

"Oh no—I should say… Mr. Kujo."

The male student spoke in the Half-Head Ghost's voice, yet carried within it the particular arrogance of a scholar that was uniquely Kamiya Konan's.

"My name is Kamiya Konan."

"Now… allow me to properly thank you for giving me this powerful body…"

He pointed toward the cage inside the warehouse—the one containing the Wandering Corpse girl.

"And while I'm at it… allow me to claim… the 'fruit' you spent 10 years so painstakingly cultivating…"