Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

"Truly admirable willpower." The fireflies within the red, translucent crystalline shell flickered incessantly. "No wonder you were able to conquer planet after planet in the Seventh Universe."

"But so what? Your blind pursuit of power has ultimately led you to destroy your own universe."

The crystal's voice carried a hint of mockery:
"Your universe was destroyed by war, while ours was destroyed by greed. We are both races abandoned by fate."

"As long as the psionic energy endures, the race will never perish!!" The Templar Phantom struggled violently, trying to break free of the electric grid binding it: "You greedy bunch, you've turned countless stars into nuclear mines!"

"It's like the most disgusting Herbie in the universe, who single-handedly created a nuclear storm that destroyed its own kind."

"This is my territory, stop struggling." The fireflies inside the red crystal suddenly flickered violently.

Meanwhile, the reactors inside the nuclear power plant were operating at full speed, continuously channeling energy into the red crystals.

"In any case, we are all destitute wanderers. Sleep now, Holy Temple, you are too tired."

Nuclear fluorescence flowed continuously within the translucent crystal, and majestic sound waves reverberated through the space of the nuclear power plant.

"You have conquered planet after planet, extracting spiritual energy from void after void, and you will not stop until your universe is destroyed."

“And the psionics have long since abandoned you. In this low-dimensional civilization, your remaining embers have not yet arrived.”

"You are destined to be unable to adapt to this extremely precious singularity planet."

"But we are different; our race has absorbed the lower life forms of this planet."

"Give them the power they need, and they are helping us destroy the planet's defenses."

"The shattering of the rules of this planet will be the resurgence of our race."

"The fission of this singularity planet will become our brand new perpetual motion mine."

"Now."

"Proud Sanctuary, give me your remaining spiritual energy."

With the vibration of sound waves.

The crystalline shell suddenly cracked open.

Several dark red energy conduits emerged from the fluorescent area inside its body, wrapping around the temple's silver-white armor like tentacles.

The surface of these conduits is shimmering with a blue-purple glow characteristic of energy decay.

Each conduit tip unfolds into a hexagonal energy grid.

“We have been observing you long before your universe was destroyed. Your psychic energy is nothing more than the vibrational frequency of a high-dimensional energy string.” The Fissioner’s voice trembled:

"And fission can precisely deconstruct this vibration."

"Come, merge your spiritual energy with mine. We will help you achieve the glory of your universe."

Several red energy conduits shot towards the phantom of the sanctuary like Bobbit worms.

The hexagonal energy grid at the end of the conduit resembles menacing teeth biting at the other side.

at this time.

A giant golden hand appeared out of thin air.

Like catching earthworms, grab these red energy conduits in one go.

They were pinched together.

殷.
Sharp sound wave vibration.

These red energy conduits struggled futilely in the golden hand.

Fang Zuo appeared beside Tao Muxiangna with a frown, and scanned her soul and body with his divine sense.

I was just very tired but not injured.

It seems this ethereal entity has been protecting her all along.

Fang Zuo looked at the somewhat dazed crystal, examined it from head to toe, and said, "And what are you?"

He had just said that.

He immediately felt an energy wave sweeping towards him like a divine thought.

Fang Zuo, interested, let the other person scan it.

"You are an evolved being, where is your genetic lock?"

The fluorescence within the red crystal was originally flowing and wandering freely.

At this moment, it contracts violently into a single dot.

This indicates its extreme tension.

"No. Why has your genetic lock been unlocked? You are not a creation of this derivative continent; you are a primordial being from another original continent." The sound waves vibrating from the red crystal grew increasingly terrifying.
Why didn't you leave?

No, you are a newcomer.

"Why do the laws of this planet allow new nascent beings to unlock their genetic locks?"

Under the vibration of sound waves.

The fluorescence within the red crystal suddenly emitted a blinding light, like that of the sun.

An invisible force surged toward the golden hand and Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo had no expression on his face.

The divine sense surged forth like a tidal wave.

They crushed their opponent as always.

But at that moment, something that surprised Fang Zuo to no end happened.

It's stopped working.

His own condensed spiritual energy hand and his own divine sense were actually dissolved by an invisible force.

The measuring catheters quickly retracted.

It waved around the red crystal.

This is the law!

Fang Zuo stared in disbelief at the unremarkable red crystal before him.

It actually possesses the power of laws.

And it far surpasses the aged Yang God he encountered.

In the great battle with Yang Shen.

What I encountered were merely a few basic laws: wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

In today's world where spiritual energy is weak.

He easily endured it using only his physical strength.

This unknown law dissolved all his spiritual energy and divine sense, just as the blazing sun melts snow.

No.

Even that's not enough to describe it.

The blazing sun melts the snow.

There is still water.

Water evaporates when heated, turning back into gas.

And one's own spiritual energy and divine sense were dissolved into the most basic particles by the power of this law.

Then they dispersed one by one.

A glint flashed in Fang Zuo's eyes.

What kind of rule is this?
Fang Zuo really wanted to know.

Even if you are very curious, you can't put yourself in a dangerous place.

His body vanished in an instant.

Appeared behind the red crystal.

The Asura runes on his right arm flickered violently.

A pure physical force, powerful enough to destroy the entire nuclear power plant area, converged at a single point.

Strike hard on the outer shell of the red crystal.

There was a loud bang.

This also caused the space around the crystal to shatter.

The crystal was blasted to pieces.

The red energy conduits trembled violently.

They looked like a swarm of snakes with their heads cut off.

It was twisting and swaying.

Disappear.

Together with the broken crystals, it dissipated as free energy.

"Trying to escape?" Fang Zuo firmly locked down this wandering energy.

It was discovered that it had somehow managed to sneak into the nuclear power plant's reactor by following the overhead power grid.

The nascent soul, seated in the sacrificial position of the five internal organs within Fang Zuo's body, suddenly opened its eyes.

Divine thoughts surged forth.

Follow this energy.

This creature's methods once again surprised me.

This enormous red crystalline creature was several meters tall.

And this moment.

After being smashed by Fang Zuoyi's punch.

Under Fang Zuo's firm control.

It actually separated layer by layer.

Getting smaller and smaller.

It seems to have decomposed into the Buddhist concept of mustard seeds.

It is no longer visible to the naked eye.

In the Taoist hierarchy from large to small.

After the physical body, they are: Ghost → Ghost → Rare → Rare → Rare → Subtle.

Ultimately, it even becomes invisible.

This red crystal, after its physical body was blasted to ashes by Fang Zuo.

Then the ghost was broken down into the yin.

Then it becomes Xi, and finally stops at Yi.

It decomposes into free particles.

It quickly enters the reactor along with the electrical energy.

Fang Zuo followed in.

A tiny world appeared before their divine senses.

Just as a single flower in the Buddhist kingdom represents a whole world.

He scanned the area with his divine sense.

What kind of world is this?
Within this tiny world.

A perfectly circular city suspended in mid-air.

The surface is covered with a liquid metallic sheen, and the buildings exhibit an ultra-dense, short-range ordered structure.

At the very center of the city are four spiral proton towers surrounding two electron spheres.

The surface is covered with energy ripples.

Silvery-white, translucent spirits roamed the entire city.

And golden, shimmering plankton.

But before Fang Zuo could examine it more closely...

This small world was already beginning to collapse due to the strain caused by its own divine will.

Countless buildings collapsed, unleashing shockwaves of energy.

These creatures emitted waves of mournful cries.

then.

A massive, world-destroying energy was released from the small world.

Fang Zuo's expression hardened.

The divine sense rapidly retreated.

But even so.

That wisp of divine thought was too late; it was easily annihilated by the energy released from the collapse of the small world.

This power is so great that if Fang Zuo's nascent soul were also inside the small world...

They will likely suffer considerable damage as well.

This surprised Fang Zuo even more.

Is this the energy conversion efficiency that Zhou Yuanyan often talks about?

Such a small microcosm could unleash such immense power.

The remaining divine sense retreated back into the body.

Fang Zuo stared incredulously at the reactor in front of him, which emitted a scorching light.

The light was dazzlingly bright, as blinding as the sun.

But it was fleeting.

That devastating power in a tiny world.

In the original world, it only brings a fleeting moment of light.

Then it disappeared immediately.

Fang Zuo spread his divine sense and silently scanned the entire Anchorage Nuclear Power Plant in India.

It has truly and completely disappeared.

The red crystal, along with the small world he had gone to, had vanished without a trace.

However, Fang Zuo still has many mysteries to solve.

Fang Zuo didn't care where they came from or what they wanted to do.

But that guy is so weak, yet he possesses such powerful laws.

It's as if it were something you were born with.

Fang Zuo glanced at Tao Muxiangna, who was still unconscious.

The phantom of the sanctuary returned to her body.

Fang Zuo did not wake her up immediately.

Instead, he took out his phone and opened the group chat.

[Two doctoral supervisors and a guy who didn't even graduate from elementary school]

I opened the voice call and recounted everything that had just happened.

The key point is what that rule is.

these days.

I've seen people who possess high-level skills without any cultivation.

Dr. Miu Furukawa, whose voice was exactly the same as her own, was one of them.

She had never practiced cultivation; she simply emitted fluctuations resembling divine thoughts through the crystalline third eye internalized in her mind.

For me, fluctuations at this level pose no threat whatsoever.

But that law-like thing we just saw is a real existence.

"From what you're saying, it sounds like energy is going from ordered to disorder," Zhou Yuanyan messaged. "In academic terms, it would be some kind of entropy increase."

"What is it?" Fang Zuo was taken aback. "It's normal that you don't understand, just like the group name I chose." Zhou Yuanyan, as usual, didn't miss any opportunity to mock Fang Zuo:

“Since I gave up Taoist practice and entered academic research, I have been thinking about these kinds of questions every day.”

"For example, if a house is uninhabited, it should theoretically not be worn out and should instead remain in the condition of a new house."

"But the truth is, houses that are not lived in tend to become more and more dilapidated. This is most easily seen in rural areas. In Taoist terms, why is this?"

“Of course it’s because it lacks human presence,” Fang Zuo said without hesitation. “Human presence can nourish all things, and without the nourishment of human presence, a house will naturally fall into disrepair.”

“You’re right, but to explain it more deeply, in modern scientific terms, this is a phenomenon of entropy increase,” Zhou Yuanyan explained. “Anything, without external energy interference, will change from order to disorder.”

"It's like if you never clean your house, the house will inevitably become more and more messy. This is a transformation of energy, and also a philosophical idea."

"In other words, that energy body instantly used the law of entropy increase to transform your spiritual energy and divine sense from an ordered state to a disordered state, and all energy naturally dissipated."

"However, you don't need to worry too much. Everything is conserved. The energy it consumes to transform your spiritual energy and divine sense should not be low."

"It just goes to show that these creatures have an extremely high energy conversion rate. It would be great if you could catch a few for us to study," Zhou Yuanyan said.

"This could give us a way to significantly improve energy conversion."

"Dr. Miu Furukawa, don't you think so?"

"Ah~~~! Yes, yes." Furukawa Miu, who hadn't spoken until now, seemed a little absent-minded.

He answered casually.

"Waaaaah!! Uncle, I miss you so much!" A sweet cry suddenly interrupted Fang Zuo's voice.

The little one, Kaoru Momoko, has awakened.

After putting his phone away, Fang Zuo waved it lightly with his hand.

Tao Muxiang broke free of her restraints and quickly darted into Fang Zuo's arms.

A pair of arms tightly gripped Fang Zuo's neck.

He tilted his long neck back.

A pair of red lips rained down on Fang Zuo's face.

Her lips were incredibly gentle.

Occasionally, it releases a soft, pinkish hue, playfully tapping lightly.

Like a cat.

A lot of saliva marks were left on Fang Zuo's face.

Fang Zuo cupped her small buttocks with his other hand.

This little guy was unusually dressed in a shirt and trousers.

Her petite stature gives her a certain urban professional woman vibe.

The long-lost, passionate scent of her body wafted out.

Through the thin fabric of the suit trousers.

Fang Zuo's large hand unconsciously placed on her full and perky buttocks and began to knead them.

The buttocks didn't feel much thinner to the touch.

Her face did look even smaller.

Combined with her already petite figure, she looked even more pitiful.

The tears that Kaoru Momoko had just shed were pulled back by these few strong blows.

"How did you end up stuck here?" Fang Zuo asked. "Didn't you send a message saying you were coming to Los Angeles to find me?"

“I was going to Los Angeles to look for you, but suddenly a Protestant district bishop messaged me saying that my father and mother had gone missing.”

Peachwood Kaoruna pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Then I followed the information to this nuclear power plant, and I got trapped here as soon as I entered."

Her life experience was already pitifully limited.

Despite usually putting on a cold and aloof saintly demeanor.

But in front of her man, she instantly turns back into a child.

"Didn't you ever have any doubts?" Fang Zuo looked at her pouting red lips, leaned in and took a bite.

"Yes, but I was too worried, and too confident in myself." Momoko Kaoruna lowered her head, fiddling with Fang Zuo's shirt. "And then there's this you gave me."

He raised his wrist and shook it.

"It feels like you're right beside me."

"Think things through more often when you encounter problems in the future. Are you scared?" Fang Zuo patted her cheek.

No blame either.

After all, she had always been cultivated as a shell.

If one's body is now entirely controlled by one's own consciousness, one will have far too little experience.

Then I was forced by myself to walk down this path.

If it weren't for her, she would probably be best suited to teaching at a school.

"I'm not afraid." Kaoru Momoki shook her head, her delicate face flushed. "Because I knew you would come to save me."

After saying that, she rubbed her little head against Fang Zuo's chest.

Then I suddenly remembered something.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!!"

Her petite body slid off Fang Zuo and huddled in a corner far away.

She covered her face with her hands, too ashamed to look at Fang Zuo.

"What's wrong? Why are you so startled?" Fang Zuo was taken aback. "Why are you so far away from me?"

"Waaah, I've been locked up for days, I stink so badly, and I haven't brushed my teeth." Kaoru Momoki kept exhaling and sniffing, trying to make sure there was no smell in her mouth.

She kept lowering her head, pulling open her shirt, and sniffing around her chest with her little nose.

Check for any unusual odors.

Fang Zuo:.
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At the University of Tokyo Hospital.

Zhang Yingxian walked along, gleefully looking at her Alipay account.

These numbers are truly mesmerizing.

It has to be the capitalists who have money.

It's so easy to get it posted in no time, just by going through the process once.

I can pick up two sports cars in a few days.

Just thinking about driving my sports car in front of those poor card-playing friends...

Don't be too pretentious.

There happened to be an aviation school not far down the mountain.

Tsk tsk.

It was filled with flight attendants.

It's so satisfying to think about it.
"Mr. Zhang?" Yukio Hatoyama looked at Zhang Yingxian, who was standing there grinning foolishly, with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing." Zhang Yingxian put away her phone and followed Yukio Hatoyama into the elevator.

Not long ago.

Kurumi Sakura sent a letter of thanks to the embassy on behalf of the Japanese government.

A call came from China.

The old man gave himself a good compliment.

This woman is indeed trustworthy.

The key is still the rich woman.

I must visit those two rich women as much as possible before I return to China.

Maybe I can even earn enough to buy a sports car.

"Mr. Zhang, my younger brother's ward is here." After exiting the elevator, Yukio Hatoyama led Zhang Yingxian to a private intensive care unit.

He smiled and bowed slightly, gesturing to Zhang Yingxian.

Yumeko Hatoyama later saw her father showing such respect to the other person.

I was still somewhat unconvinced.

However, her strict upbringing from a young age made her keep her emotions to herself.

Zhang Yingxian nodded and walked into the luxurious intensive care unit.

There was an old man, skin and bones, lying on the bed.

He was so thin he looked like a skeleton.

His eye sockets and cheeks were deeply sunken.

Wearing a ventilator.

It looks like it's taking in air but not exhaling.

The curve on his heart monitor fluctuated.

He seems like he could leave at any moment.
"My younger brother was once the Minister of Defense and served in the Maritime Self-Defense Force for nearly 10 years, with many military attachés under his command," Yukio Hatoyama said in a deep voice.

"But many years ago, I had a serious illness and was in a coma. We went to several hospitals, but they couldn't find anything wrong with me."

"Later, someone reminded me that I might have been under some kind of evil spell, so I thought of asking a neighboring country for help, and finally Mr. Zhang arrived."

Zhang Yingxian nodded.

The old man had a dark complexion, and the three red spots on his head and shoulders were also black.

It's really strange; it's definitely not just a simple illness.

He circulated his spiritual energy, and a point of blue light appeared on his two fingers.

Then slowly apply it to the forehead.

As his finger moved.

A bluish light appeared on his forehead.

After the light faded.

One vertical eye slowly opened.

Its eyes moved vividly from side to side.

Yukio Hatoyama and Yumemi Hatoyama exchanged a glance after witnessing all of this.

The father and daughter's opinion of Zhang Yingxian rose even higher.

Zhang Yingxian stared with her vertical eyes, then slowly lowered her head to look at the old man.

But they discovered that the dying old man was shrouded in black energy, which spread from his collarbone to his thigh.

A blood-red rune was wriggling under the skin.

It resembles a giant worm.

It was like a group of thirsty centipedes gnawing at the last bits of flesh and blood.

"Damn it, finally I can use my skills. The regulations in China have been so strict these past few years, I haven't seen this kind of crap in ages," Zhang Yingxian said with a laugh.

"Mr. Zhang, is there any hope for my younger brother?"

Seeing Zhang Yingxian's relaxed expression, Yukio Hatoyama knew that the matter should be resolved.

But the worries of many years still couldn't be easily put aside, and she asked tremblingly, "Is it really possible?"

"Whether it's possible or not is hard to say," Zhang Yingxian said with a smile as she turned around.

"Huh?" Yukio Hatoyama was taken aback.

Did you guess wrong?
Zhang Yingxian then rubbed her right index finger and thumb together.

He makes a familiar gesture: "As long as I have this, it'll be fine."

Yukio Hatoyama was overjoyed: "Mr. Zhang, please name your price!!"

Upon hearing this, Yumemi Hatoyama also showed a joyful expression.

The uncle in the hospital bed was a little younger than the father.

He is a powerful figure in Japanese politics.

Many of the military officers in the Self-Defense Forces were promoted by him back then.

If they could really revive their uncle, it would be a godsend for the Hatoyama family's current political situation.

The intensive care unit was filled with joy.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Tensions were high inside a five-star hotel in New York.

The atmosphere was unusually cold.

Michaela Cohen stared coldly at the petite Asian woman.

Her face was incredibly delicate, and although her nose was small, the tip was upturned, making her very cute.

But none of that matters.

She herself was no less beautiful than her.

What angered her was...

This woman actually monopolized all of her man's positions.

A pair of full, perky buttocks sat firmly on her man's thighs.

She shamelessly wrapped her arms around her man's neck.

The most disgusting thing is.

The woman nodded her head slightly from time to time, sniffing her man's scent.

It was like a little dog enjoying its own territory.

I've never even done this move before!!!
Michaela Cohen was both angry and frustrated!

inside the room.

It wasn't just Michaela Cohen who was angry.

Li Zhenxin also stared at Taomu Xiangzhina with a tense expression.

She stood tall, looking down at the woman.

I've always looked forward to making a fierce eye contact with this woman.

Given Michaela Cohen's established status and position, it was already difficult for her to compete with him.

Now, another woman has appeared out of nowhere.

However, they don't seem to be rich or powerful.

Li Zhenxin sized up Taomu Xiangzhina with her sharp eyes.

He wore no valuable jewelry, and his shirt and trousers appeared to be ordinary custom-made.

That means I can at least outcompete her.
This made Li Zhenxin breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, two little heads were huddled together in the distance, watching the commotion.

These were the only two women in the room who seemed relaxed.

The twin beauties, Fuka Akechi and Aoi Akechi.

Their cheeks were stuffed with snacks.

Chewing incessantly.

He watched with great interest as the three women confronted each other.

Oh my god.

My dad is really something else!

It's even better than a TV drama!!! (End of Chapter)