Yang Jian stood atop the city's tallest iron tower.
Beneath his feet were countless, tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts.
They were wailing and trembling.
"Yang Jian, are you crazy?"
The head of headquarters' voice came through the satellite phone, filled with hysterical fear.
"Are you going to turn the entire human world into a ghost realm?!"
Yang Jian did not answer. He slowly opened the ghost eye on his forehead.
It was no longer the scarlet crack of the past, but a true, all-seeing divine eye.
A burst of red light erupted instantly, spreading from Dachang City to the rest of the world.
Wherever it went, whether it was an S-class vengeful ghost or a newly resurrected vengeful spirit,
Everything was frozen in time, then swallowed by the red light and pulled into a bottomless space.
"The world has collapsed, and it's hard to distinguish between humans and ghosts."
Yang Jian's voice was flat.
"Since there are no gods to save the world, then let the devils rule."
"Since it's an ironclad rule that ghosts kill, then I will be above that ironclad rule."
"From this day forward, I am the rule."
The red light completely covered the entire globe. All paranormal events vanished at that moment.
Those wandering souls in the deserted village, those evil spirits hiding in the mirror, were all forcibly dragged into Yang Jian's shadow.
That was the eighteen levels of hell he had constructed.
Thus, the new rules were born:
"From this day forward, there will be no more ghosts on earth."
"Because all the demons reside within me."
"My body is hell, my eyes are natural disasters."
Shen Qingqiu felt her fingertips grow cold as she looked at it.
This is hardly a savior.
This is clearly a tyrannical dictator!
He suppressed all terror with absolute terror.
He deprived the vengeful spirits of their right to kill, and also deprived humans of their courage to do evil.
As the article continues, the scene becomes grand and absurd.
Some call him a god, some call him a demon.
In that world shrouded in red light, the crime rate dropped to zero.
No one dared to kill, because the moment they harbored murderous intent, they would see that red eye hovering overhead.
Yang Jian sat on the throne made of ten thousand ghosts.
His body was no longer flesh and blood, but a collection of rules pieced together from countless vengeful spirits.
He sat atop a throne made of mountains of corpses piled high with ghosts, behind him trembling, prostrate beings.
At this moment, mythology and horror overlap.
The people trembled and knelt in worship, no longer calling him Yang Jian, but uttering that ancient and majestic name—
[Erlang Zhenjun, Yang Jian.]
[To achieve sainthood in the physical body, to obey commands but not proclamations.]
But this saint is not a Taoist saint radiating golden light.
Instead, he is a hellish demon saint burdened with ten thousand ghosts and a sea of blood.
He killed Yang Jian as a "human being" and imprisoned all the terrors of the world with his own body.
A grand funeral was held for all of humanity, and then, in the fire...
He created a new world where he alone suffered.
Shen Qingqiu's fingers trembled violently on the screen.
She originally thought the ending would be that Yang Jian would completely eliminate the vengeful ghost.
But she never expected the dream architect's answer to be like this.
Fight evil with evil.
Use the greatest fear to end fear.
What an arrogant, and yet tragic, imagination this is?
The article ends with a monologue.
[Amidst the crimson light, Yang Jian glanced down at the unusually quiet human world.]
There were no flowers, no applause, only countless eyes filled with awe and fear fixed upon him.
He stroked the corpse dog beside him, which had transformed into an evil black hound, and his lips twitched slightly.
"This is the peaceful and prosperous world you wanted."
【"You're welcome."】
[The End of "Human World is Like Prison"]
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