I've got a feeling some jerk is cursing me

John tapped open the information dashboard for the Red Moon convenience store.

Territory Industry: Red Moon convenience store.

Profit: Income has decreased by 30% compared to last month.

Employees: 2.

Facing issues: Damage not repaired, affecting appearance; less than ideal location; competition stealing business...

John felt a bit helpless. Were there too many problems?

Well, he'd set it aside for now.

At that moment, he remembered he still had a silver treasure chest to open.

John took out the silver treasure chest and chose to open it.

"Ding! Silver treasure chest opened. Items obtained: Urine x3, ghost Items Corpse-Cleaving Machete, ghost Items Cursed Doll."

"What the heck? Urine counts as a reward?" John was speechless. This absurd feeling was like the time he found those blood-stained sanitary pads.

However, the other two ghost Items seemed pretty decent.

Without further examination, John stowed all the items away.

As the scenery before him gradually became clear, John felt a sensation of weightlessness, followed by his feet landing on an asphalt road.

When he looked up again, John found himself on a wide highway.

Karl and the others also appeared one after another around him.

Gazing at the bright sunshine, they all knew they had returned to the original world.

A world without ghosts!

"We're finally back!"

Everyone was overwhelmed with joy, celebrating and shouting excitedly.

"The group that was forcibly sent to Thriller World has returned!"

This news, when it broke, attracted a lot of attention, and the internet was abuzz.

Seven days ago, a subway accident had caused a huge sensation.

Of course, the sensation wasn't due to the subway losing control, but because all the passengers had been forcibly sent to Thriller World.

During these seven days, the media had been focused on whether any of these people would come back alive.

Now, there was finally a result.

The official report, which many found disheartening, revealed that only 31% of the total number had survived and returned.

On the overpass, police personnel were involved, blocking both ends of the bridge, with ambulances and police cars arriving one after another.

After their identities were confirmed, Karl and the others were taken by ambulance to the hospital for a physical examination.

"Name."

"John."

"Age."

"18."

A young police officer was recording John's identity information. Noticing John's distracted demeanor, he sighed and patted his shoulder, "Good kid, I know you've been through the darkest moments of your life these past seven days, mourning for your lost companions. But remember, you've come back alive. You're heroes, and you need to step out of the shadows as soon as you can!"

John blinked and nodded, "Yeah, I got it."

In reality, his distraction wasn't due to any of that. He was thinking about the upcoming medical examination.

"Will the doctors notice something off about my right hand?"

In Thriller World, making a pact with a ghost wasn't considered a heinous act.

Previously, the news had reported on some legendary participants who signed cursed contracts with ghosts, drawing high levels of attention and even joining the Exorcists Alliance to serve the federal government.

But John didn't want to attract too much attention. The more attention he got, the more trouble would follow.

"Don't worry, I can disrupt those doctors' neural activity, causing them illusions to help you pass smoothly," the voice of the Blood-Eye Ghost echoed in his mind.

"Why have you suddenly become so benevolent?" John asked with a skeptical expression. Wasn't this guy just waiting to see him fail?

"I don't want to be targeted by your humans either," the Blood-Eye Ghost replied indifferently.

Soon, the survivors were taken to the hospital, and after a series of examinations, they all came out smoothly. Then, they were sent to a reception center to wait for their families to pick them up.

In the hall, Karl approached John, brimming with curiosity, "John, what did you get for your reward?"

"Just some odd trinkets, nothing special," John said nonchalantly, touching his nose.

"Come on, stop being so modest. You've worked your way up to a Supervisor position at the Restaurant; your reward must be better than mine."

But John didn't want to say more, and Karl didn't press the issue.

"Let me show you what I got for my reward."

Karl glanced around, then stealthily used his body to shield what he was doing from view. From beneath his clothes, he pulled out a pair of worn silk stockings.

"You into this kind of stuff?" John asked, surprised.

"These are ghost Items! Haven't you been watching the news? Don't underestimate these stockings; they're worth twenty million dollars now!"

"And speaking of quirks, you're the champ. Who else carries around a used sanitary pad?" Karl ribbed.

"Let me show you what I got for my reward," John said with a laugh, then took out a bottle of yellow liquid.

"What's that?" Karl asked, astonished.

"I'm not entirely sure. The reward description called it some kind of divine water. Drink it, and ghosts will avoid you like the plague."

"Holy smokes, that's a top-tier treasure!"

Karl's eyes lit up. "Say no more, let me have a swig. With this stuff, I won't ever have to fear going into the Thriller World again!"

As he said this, Karl unscrewed the cap and was about to take a drink.

But as the bottle neared his lips, he sensed something was off. A pungent, offensive odor assaulted his nostrils.

Looking closely at the bottle, Karl finally found the label at the bottom marked 'Urine.'

"Damn it, you rotten guy, lucky I didn't drink it, or I'd have to fight you for this!"

Karl shouted, drawing the attention of many around him. He quickly covered his mouth and sat down, then with a look of utter disgust, he shoved the bottle of Urine back into John's hands.

"So it's really Urine? With such a stellar performance, that's a lousy reward. I feel sorry for you, man," Karl said, looking at John with sympathy.

John just smiled and didn't say a word, tucking the Urine away. He had a hunch it might come in handy later.

Jessica walked over.

"John, my parents are here. I'm going to head back. Thanks for looking after me these past seven days. Whatever you need, I'll make sure to repay you." 

For some reason, the girl's cheeks turned a deep red as she spoke these words.

John nodded slightly, "We're classmates; looking out for each other is only natural."

"Okay, next time you're free, I'll treat you to a meal to properly thank you."

After Jessica left, Karl sidled up with a mischievous grin, "Not bad, John. I heard that for the last few days, you've been sharing a bed with her. Looks like she's your girl now, huh?"

"She slept on her side, and I slept on mine. In that situation, I wasn't in the mood for making love," John said.

"What a pity, a golden opportunity wasted! You should've taken advantage of it," Karl lamented on John's behalf.

"John, our family's here, we're going to head out!"

At that moment, Milo and Lorne came over and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle to John, speaking with utmost respect.

"Goodbye," John waved his hand.

Karl was astonished, "Those two guys used to ignore you at school, right? How come they're treating you like their savior now?"

"Must be my personal charm," John replied offhandedly, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"John, your family's here; you can leave now," a police officer came over and said.

John said goodbye to Karl and walked out of the police station. From a distance, he saw a girl with a ponytail, a sexy figure, and stunning looks anxiously looking around.

John walked over and waved, "Sis, I'm here!"

"John! I was so worried about you. Thank God you're alive and came back!"

When Mia saw John, she burst into tears and ran over to hug him tightly, her breasts pressing against John's face.

"Sis, let go a bit, I can't breathe!" John struggled to say.

Mia released John and pulled him towards a red sedan, "No more talking, I'm taking you for a big meal to celebrate your return and wash away the bad luck!"

"You haven't had any good food in these seven days, have you?"

"Actually, my meals weren't too bad. In that world, there was a kind-hearted ghost who often provided me with food for free, solving my meal problems," John explained.

"There's such a nice ghost?" Mia was taken aback.

At the same time.

In the corridor of the Fierce Ghost Restaurant.

The vending machine ghost suddenly sneezed violently several times, muttering with a malevolent air, "I've got a feeling some jerk is cursing me."