Finally, it was the night of the seventh day.

That man, stick, and ghost is here again.

The same body, the same clothes, the terrifying face outlined by blood was looking at Mark with a mysterious smile.

Cold and dead.

It was more like teasing, as if mocking him - you have been hiding for so many days, but you still have to face my curse!

Just as I remembered, the female ghost came closer.

The non-existent illusory feet stepped on the muddy ground soaked in blood.

Get closer little by little.

Getting closer...

"I want your hands!"

The resentment that had accumulated for seven days was even more terrifying.

The sudden and shrill scream shook Mark's mind to a point of collapse, and his whole body went numb on the spot.

However, the opportunity has arrived!

Five thousand times of reality training and five thousand times of mental simulation every day allowed him to break free from the suppression of the opponent's soul at this most critical moment.

It completely became an instinct imprinted in his DNA. Mark roared, violently summoned up all his energy, and flicked his right hand.

A revolver, which should not appear in this soul world, aimed its black muzzle at the chest of the female ghost.

[Instant Sniper] Activate!

However, it is [American instant sniper (gun drawing technique)]!

Single shot, with scope, one shot in seconds!

Who dares to say this is not a sniper?
Chapter completed!