I Created Urban Legends in Parallel World
[Original – YakuMan]
[TL – MiT7]
[PR – Spades]
Chapter 10: Hell Correspondence
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Lost in thought, Aida Daichi's expression flickered between gloom and hope. He pushed open his door, startled to hear no sound from downstairs.
He hurried down and found the living room empty.
In the kitchen, his mother was chopping vegetables, while Iwakuro Yuto crept up behind her, clearly planning a sneak attack.
"Iwakuro!" Aida Daichi shouted, startling Yuto and causing his mother, Masashi, to turn.
"Daichi, you're back," Masashi said with a gentle smile. Spotting Iwakuro Yuto behind her, she asked curiously, "Yuto, what are you doing in the kitchen?"
"I wanted to help you out, Auntie," Iwakuro Yuto replied with a strained smile.
"No need—you don't even know how to cook. You'd just make a mess," Aida Daichi said, his tone calm but resolute, as if he'd come to a decision. "Step outside. I need to talk to you."
Moments later, Iwakuro Yuto followed him to the living room, his face dark. Before he could speak, Aida Daichi locked eyes with him—bloodshot, intense, and unnerving.
"Get out of my house!" Aida Daichi rasped.
Iwakuro Yuto smirked inwardly, scoffing. He realized he might've pushed too far today, triggering a rare defiance in his target.
Best not to provoke him further—he knew where Aida lived now, anyway.
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Iwakuro Yuto grinned. "Alright, alright, don't get worked up. I was just messing with you. Didn't think you'd take it so seriously."
He patted Aida Daichi's shoulder. "Chill. See you at school tomorrow."
Watching Iwakuro Yuto leave without hesitation, the surge of emotion Aida Daichi had mustered deflated. It felt like punching cotton—his frustration only deepened.
As Iwakuro Yuto's figure vanished around the corner, Aida Daichi's bloodshot eyes grew darker, more profound.
That night, with the lights off, Aida Daichi sat at his bedroom computer. The screen glowed with the 2ch forum post about Hell Girl.
*Knock, knock, knock…*
"Daichi, is there something you want to talk to Mom about?"
The afternoon's events had clearly unsettled Masashi. She'd asked at dinner, but her son had brushed her off.
"No. Leave me alone," Aida Daichi snapped, staring at the clock, irritation plain on his face.
"If something's bothering you, you can tell me," Masashi said softly from the other side of the door, sighing. She knew he was hiding something, but she wouldn't force it out of him.
Aida Daichi didn't respond. Hearing her faint footsteps retreat to her room, he turned back to the screen, his gaze hollow.
He checked the time in the bottom right corner.
Midnight.
His breath caught. He typed in the Hell Correspondence URL and hit enter.
A blood-red flame flared up on the screen.
Aida Daichi stared, transfixed.
Before he could process it, the flames scattered, and within a second, text appeared.
**[I will rid you of your grudge]**
Below it was a blank field.
Underneath that, two characters: "Send."
So, if he entered the name of the person he hated, Hell Girl would fulfill his wish and send them to hell.
His eyes locked on the screen, heart pounding, face flushed with excitement, breathing rapid and shallow.
Was this real?
He typed four characters.
With trembling hands, Aida Daichi hovered over the send button, hesitating to click.
"Urban legends are usually weird stuff… This world has no ghosts or gods, but still, don't mess with it."
"I'm an atheist, but some things are better left alone. Don't try this."
"Hell Girl's probably made up. Non-human stuff in urban legends always harms people—they don't help you get revenge. Stop dreaming."
"If it's real and you submit it, Hell Girl might just kill *you* instead."
The post replies he'd read earlier echoed in his mind. They made sense—most urban legends featured malevolent spirits, not helpers.
But…
Aida Daichi slammed the send button.
*People like me are just trash to society even if we live! I don't even have the guts to fight back. If this Hell Girl can help me, she can have my life for all I care!*
One second, two, three…
Time ticked by. The screen displayed "Delivered," but nothing else changed. Disappointment crept in.
Where was Hell Girl?
So… it was fake after all? A bitter smile twisted his lips. He'd actually believed an urban legend—he must've lost it.
"You called for me?"
Aida Daichi's vision blurred. When he blinked, the night sky was gone. A blood-red sunset bathed the riverbank in crimson.
Instinctively, he looked ahead. A massive, unfamiliar tree loomed before him, and beneath it stood a girl.
Long black hair cascaded down her back. Her face was delicate but deathly pale, her blood-red eyes inhuman. She wore a black kimono adorned with red spider lilies—eerie and alluring.
"You… you're Hell Girl?"
It was real? Actually real?
Aida Daichi's body shook, fear gripping him. This girl wasn't human—who had blood-red eyes? Her stare sent chills down his spine.
And just a moment ago, he'd been at home. Now he was somewhere unfamiliar.
His mind spun.
Hell Girl didn't answer. She stepped closer, extending a hand, her voice a faint whisper. "Take it."
Aida Daichi gaped at her, terror in his eyes. He stumbled back, then looked at what she held.
A palm-sized straw doll, its neck tied with a red string that fluttered in the breeze, glowing ominously under the blood-red sunset.
With shaking hands, he took it.
Hell Girl spoke in her haunting tone. "Untie the red string, and our contract is sealed. The one you resent will be banished to hell instantly. But after your vengeance, there's a price."
Aida Daichi met her blood-red eyes—swirling like a vortex, threatening to pull his soul in. He swallowed hard. "What price?"
"When the contract is fulfilled, your soul will also fall to hell."
*I'll go to hell too?*
Aida Daichi gritted his teeth, fists clenching, his mind a storm of conflict.
"Cursing another harms yourself. But that's after death. Your soul won't reach paradise—it'll suffer and wander in hell forever."
He stared at the straw doll with its red string, frozen. After a long pause, he looked up to speak—but he was back in his bedroom.
"Whether you untie the string is up to you."
Hell Girl's ethereal voice lingered in his ears. Aida Daichi sat on his bed, clutching the doll, dazed.