The line stretching from Texas to Florida encompasses a total of six states, all forming part of the coastal plain.
Proximity to the ocean and a humid climate make this the finest agricultural region. People believe so today, and hundreds of years ago, they thought exactly the sa.
Consequently, this entire coastal stretch was once the dwelling place, developnt zone, battleground, and site of Sacrifice for the Original Inhabitants. Countless traces of their existence can still be found here.
However, with the massive waves of immigration to Arica and the onset of westward expansion, all signs of the forr Original Inhabitants have long since vanished from this land.
Even the so-called reservations initially designated for them have long been taken over as residential areas for the locals.
In the Albany region of southern Alabama, a group of people was trekking through the landscape.
They climbed up a small hill, their eyes fixed on a building at the summit. That was their destination.
Leading the group was none other than Jeff, the famous crazy strear and a survivor of the New York volcano incident. He was also the biggest beneficiary of that live broadcast, second only to the Church.
He had survived that terrifying battle, livestreaming the first half and directly participating in the second. He had even shown his face in the subsequent official news reports.
Under such circumstances, Jeff's personal channel skyrocketed, recently surpassing one hundred million subscribers!
The various events, interviews, and videos he participated in during this ti generated astronomical traffic. Money had quickly beco the least of his concerns!
Many people sought him out simply because he had t the Holy Knight in the video and had so connection with him. They desperately hoped Jeff could help with an introduction.
Plagued by constant harassnt, Jeff hardly believed he could casually contact such divine figures, nor did he want to beco a stepping stone for opportunists. Thus, he organized this special livestream event.
"Long ti no see, family!" Jeff looked at his team and the various strears sent by their company to leech off his popularity. Giving a slow nod, he activated the stream. "This is another adventurous expedition with Crazy Jeff, and it doubles as a team-building exercise!"
The strears behind him greeted the audience in unison. They were all fresh-faced rookies.
"Today, our target is an abandoned school located right here in Alabama," Jeff declared with deliberate mystique. "I heard from locals that this school is extrely bizarre. Every night, horrifying howls echo from within..."
"As you all know, ever since Demons and Angels descended upon our world, things have taken a highly unusual turn!"
"Who knows? Maybe the school we are exploring today will turn out to be exactly that kind of place."
With just a few sentences, he successfully planted seeds of suspense in his viewers' minds. Thanks to his previous encounter with Demons, many who would normally doubt such claims were now half-convinced.
In the past, people would confidently dismiss it as a scripted act, but now they could not help but think: 'What if it is real?'
This was the unique value his identity provided, and the reason he had the confidence to draw millions of viewers into his stream within re minutes of going live!
The audience eagerly anticipated that Jeff would have the sa luck as before, stumbling across another supernatural event for their viewing pleasure.
However, this exact prospect was what worried the others. Off-cara, a female strear nad Caitlyn whispered her concerns to her assistant. "We are not going to actually run into sothing this ti, are we? This is supposed to be a haunted school!"
"Do not worry. The company scouted the location before filming and notified the local officials. There is nothing abnormal here. All those so-called scary things were actually planted by the company in advance!"
Beside her, a male strear nad Drake offered his reassurance. Compared to Caitlyn, whose main selling point was her beauty, Drake carved out a different niche: the rugged, tough-guy persona.
As a result, he exuded absolute confidence. Staring at the abandoned school ahead, a surge of excitent washed over him.
'As long as I show off my tough-guy nature and piggyback off Jeff's massive traffic, I might just blow up my channel in a single day!'
Having finished his opening monologue, Jeff signaled the caran to follow and led the group slowly forward.
Soon, the school gates lood before them. A dilapidated signboard bearing the words "Thomson Original Inhabitants Boarding School" hung precariously from the arch. As a chilling gust of wind swept past, a few team mbers reflexively rubbed their arms.
The goosebumps rising on their skin seed to foretell an ominous presence lurking within.
Drake, however, boldly took the lead and pushed open the gates. "If we are going to explore, we need to pick up the pace. It is getting dark, and we are supposed to spend the entire night here!"
His brash words earned a wave of approval from the chat:
"That is more like it! Be bold and move fast. What is with all the slow walking, are they nursing a baby?"
"Exactly! So strears purposely drag their feet and blast spooky BGM to manufacture tension. I am sick of it!"
"Show the cleavage and I will smash that like button. Sounds perfectly reasonable to !"
"This new guy is built like a tank. You can tell he has guts!"
"Holy crap, four people! It is the classic horror movie squad: the smart leader, the busty blonde, the muscle-head, and the completely forgettable background character. It does not get more textbook than this!"
"Not textbook enough. They are missing the black guy."
"Caran and assistants: Yeah, sure, I guess we are not human!"
The lively banter in the chat significantly diluted the terrifying atmosphere, making the group's exploration feel far more relaxed. In truth, the courtyard offered little worth investigating. Stripped of the gloomy, horror-tinted filter, it was nothing more than an ordinary abandoned school.
That is, until the group arrived at the main academic building.
"Is this really a school?" Caitlyn asked, completely bewildered.
Right before their eyes stood a building encircled by layers of heavy iron bars. So of the grating was topped with rusted spikes, stained with dark, discolored splotches of questionable origin.
Aside from the main doors, which were secured by a massive padlock, the iron bars completely barricaded the entire structure.
The level of confinent here was arguably stricter than a maximum-security prison!
"Maybe sothing truly monstrous happened inside, forcing them to seal it all up?" Jeff muttered ominously, dialing the dread up to eleven. "This is exactly why we are here! Drake, open the door!"
Drake nodded eagerly. Pulling a blowtorch from his bag, he ignited a sharp blue fla and began slowly cutting into the gates.
Whether it was rely an illusion or not, a faint, almost imperceptible weeping sound seed to echo through the stream as the tal was slowly seared apart.
The chat exploded:
"Oh, co on, this trick again? Playing crying sound effects?"
"Crazy Jeff has gone bad! He is learning how to fake it just like the rest of them!"
"Impossible. Look at them, they are not even scared. Is it possible they cannot hear it?"
"I guarantee Jeff would never fake anything! If he is faking this, I swear I will marry a Catholic girl!"
"Hah! Having your cake and eating it too, huh? Who does not know that Catholic girls are in high demand right now? Marrying one ans a seamless transition into the current Church, allowing you to receive the blessings of those holy figures upstairs!"
"Then I wish upon you a wife from China instead!"
"Bro, that curse is way too vicious!"
The chat remained its usual raucous self, paying zero genuine attention to the actual situation at hand.
Jeff noticed Drake was still hacking away and frowned in confusion. "Drake? Did you run into a problem? Has the torch not cut through the gates yet?"
Drake was equally baffled. "I have no idea, Mr. Jeff. Why will this lock not lt?"
Staring at the completely undamaged padlock and its bizarre, Original Inhabitants style engravings, irritation flared in his chest. "Damn Indigenous Aricans. They left this land ages ago, so why are we still dealing with this crap?"
With that, he viciously kicked the heavy iron doors!
"Clack!" The sound of rotting tal snapping filled the air as the solid iron gates simply collapsed forward, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. The sudden crash made Caitlyn jump out of her skin.
The beautiful blonde strear shrieked and leaped straight into Jeff's arms, maximizing the dramatic effect for the broadcast perfectly.
The group stepped inside, completely oblivious to the humanoid phantoms slowly crawling out from the surrounding shadows in their wake.
...
The sky grew darker. Gusts of wind swept across the highway in front of the school, revealing the figure of Bai Yang seated on his motorcycle.
"Ah, so our Mr. Jeff has beco the protagonist of another story? I suppose you will do! The cris of this school are too nurous to record, making it the perfect location to channel Wish Force. Besides, there really is sothing buried beneath this place..."
Bai Yang snapped his fingers, and the projection of The Core materialized beside him.
"The Core, how goes the construction of your Aztec Hell, or rather, the Indigenous Arican Hell?"
"All data is complete, Master!" The Core's voice echoed slowly through the air. "The echoes of Mictlan have already manifested!"
"Excellent. Let them enter the story, then. The surroundings of this school are proving to be quite lively!" Bai Yang chuckled, shook his head, and vanished from the spot!
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