As a "prison" capable of detaining countless ghosts, the Caesar Grand Hotel's supernatural intensity was beyond question.
These man-made otherworldly places had been created through the unremitting efforts of those who came before, gradually guiding the ghosts' rules into conflict and cooperation until they became interlocking links.
These ghosts were restrained by one another's rules, not controlled by anyone.
Even the Seven Elders had mainly focused on modifying and utilizing these otherworldly places. The only one that could be controlled was the Ghost Post Office.
But the price of becoming the Ghost Post Office's administrator was that one's true body could never leave it again. It was difficult to say whether this was truly control or some contract-like curse.
As Curse Adam raised his hand, the black fingernails concealed by magic emitted a faint glow.
In the corridors, inside the rooms... footprints gradually emerged from illusion into reality in every place Curse Adam had once passed through while controlling ghosts. They were traces left behind by Curse Adam in the past.
At that moment, those past versions of Curse Adam were linked by the supernatural power of the ghostly fingernails. Using those traces as a medium, they began invading the present from the past.
Complete human figures slowly appeared atop the footprints, carrying an indescribable eeriness.
The endlessly extending corridors were filled with endless figures. Countless figures raised their hands before countless room doors, knocking and pounding on them.
"Knock, knock knock~"
The knocking echoed throughout the entire hotel. The terrifying suppressive force layered by Jigsaw fusion descended in wave after wave, leaving no corner of the Caesar Grand Hotel untouched.
"Crack—"
Accompanied by a sound like shattering glass, the endless corridor underwent an unprecedented change—the darkness at its end kept drawing closer. Or rather, the corridor itself was slowly