Chen Boss, Who Kept His Promise

"'What you wish for in your heart will eventually come true'? Does that mean there's no time limit? It doesn't say when it'll happen, either. And every time he uses it, he permanently loses a page of his comic? This special ability, the Strongest Vengeful Spirit Below Red-Clothed, isn't all that impressive." Chen Ge carefully read the description of Yan Danian's special ability on the Black Phone. "If something I wish for comes true on its own, by consuming other people's lives to achieve my dream, then even if that dream comes true, it'll be meaningless."

Chen Ge looked at the words on the Black Phone. He could sense a trace of sorrow behind them.

The world beneath Yan Danian's brush was absurd and strange, but wasn't it also the purest, cleanest world of all? It was precisely because it could never become reality that people in the real world called it absurd.

Chen Ge put away his phone. Before long, Kurosaki and the Female Assistant came out of the room carrying a large bag, their faces alight with excitement.

"How did it go?" Chen Ge asked.

"Someone like Teacher Yan is what you'd call a true artist. It's my good fortune, and my honor, to work with him." Kurosaki was proud and arrogant; getting him to say something like that was no easy feat.

"Yan Danian spent his whole life drawing. He's clear-minded and doesn't play games. I hope you'll work with him sincerely and won't try any underhanded tricks." Chen Ge stood in the middle of the pitch-black corridor, wearing a bloodstained Doctor Uniform. Chains dragged along the ground and stretched into the deep darkness.

"Understood. You have nothing to worry about." Cold sweat broke out on Kurosaki's forehead. His experience in the Haunted House came back to