Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 110, Section 108: Rain of Flesh and Blood

"The Emperor has completed the transfer and authorized the use of precision-guided attacks."

"Authorization confirmed."

A formation of fighter jets cut through the clouds, lifting the missile restrictions.

"Target locked."

"Monsters should stay in hell."

The pilot gritted his teeth and pressed the launch button.

The missile detached from the fighter jet, emitting a sharp, piercing roar, and shot straight toward the Zhu Hai at the edge of the crater.

Seeing the threat approaching from afar, Zhu Hai did not choose to confront it head-on this time; it could sense that these things were already capable of causing it harm.

Now it has tested the waters enough. It seems that there are indeed no more terrifying cultivators in the world, only a few cats and dogs, and these human explosives that are still somewhat useful.

Now that they have escaped that space, as long as they remain hidden in human society and feed on the rich resentment, they can naturally increase their strength much faster than they could while eating the scraps in the escape cave.

At this moment, it did not sense much of its own kind. Perhaps they had all perished along with the cultivators. In that case, in the mortal realm, it would be a god without a doubt!

"That smell...it seems familiar."

Zhu Hai smelled a slightly familiar aura of its kind, but didn't pay much attention to it. The aura was too weak; it was either still sealed or on its last breath and wouldn't be a match for it.

The missile was now close behind.

Zhu Hai was trying to dodge the incoming missiles when he saw that the "canned human" had somehow already dealt with the skeleton soldiers below and had come to the surface, successfully grabbing one of his arms.

Zhu Hai ignored him and went straight back into the blood pool beneath Hibiya.

Before leaving, let's teach these pathetic humans who dare to defy God a little lesson, and let them feel fear along the way.

The missile missed its target and struck the circular opening, kicking up large amounts of cement debris and causing numerous stones to fall and crash into the pool of blood.

"Arrange for drone reconnaissance and provide target guidance."

SAT's on-site commander, hiding under cover, watched the billowing dust outside and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, even if the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up.

All they need to do is provide assistance.

The team immediately launched a new drone, preparing to fly into the smoke to conduct reconnaissance.

The next second, the monster crawled up again, its expression seemingly defiant, and its head rapidly swelled.

"Tell the Self-Defense Forces to watch out!"

The commander hadn't forgotten that the monster had made a similar move when it spat out blood arrows.

At this moment, Zhu Hai's humanoid head swelled to its maximum size, larger than a hot air balloon, and his eyeballs looked as if they were about to burst.

Nobita was busy struggling with the arms on its body and trying to avoid being thrown off.

boom!
The shockwave from the explosion stirred up a cloud of dust, as Zhu Hai spat out a huge ball of blood, instantly restoring its head to its original size.

The blood sphere seemed to have wriggling, dot-like tentacles as it rose hundreds of meters into the air, leaving behind wisps of long, jellyfish-like tendrils along its trajectory.

At the apex, it exploded.

Countless streaks and droplets of blood splattered out in circles, like fireworks, except that these were not sparks, but blood, reaching thousands of meters into the air.

They fell to the earth like rain, but this was a "living" rain. The blood droplets that fell to the ground bounced and split into tadpole-shaped creatures, which burrowed into the cracks in the soil and buildings, and soon swelled into a lump of flesh.

The tumor gradually extended outwards, piecing itself together and covering everything around it in the writhing flesh.

This includes the flight formation that was preparing to launch a second missile attack.

Their altitude remained around 1,000 meters, so very few drops of blood could still splatter on them and then spread out little by little.

One of the pilots pressed the launch button, but there was no response; the system displayed an abnormal load.

"Calling command center! Weapon system malfunction, missile suspected to be stuck on the launch pad and unable to launch, current status—"

Boom!

As the pilot was reporting, the missile on the rack, stained with blood, suddenly detonated. He and his aircraft were reduced to several scattered fireballs, plummeting towards the Imperial Palace on the ground.

"Command center! My card is stuck—"

Another fighter jet's missile inexplicably exploded, and flying debris struck the wingman's windshield, killing the pilot instantly. The fighter jet was then taken over by autopilot and flew through the smoke of the explosion back to its takeoff base.

"Unknown attack! We have been attacked by an unknown force!"

The fighter squadron was inexplicably lost more than half of its members. The remaining pilots, suppressing their fear, aimed and fired their missiles, then dared not linger and hastily left the battlefield.

The ground was now a blood-red hell.

Centered on Hibiya Station, the earth seemed to come alive, lingering and encroaching on the surrounding buildings, trees, and even people.

The asphalt road surface, like skin splashed with strong acid, churned up countless festering blisters amidst the hissing sound of blood raining down, its surface covered with bunches of fleshy growths, slowly extending towards the nearest similar ones.

Even tall buildings were not spared; in fact, because of their large surface area, they were completely covered, resembling a twisted monster.

"Don't get stuck! Underground, quick, underground!"

"Help me! Help me!"

The remaining police officers were already preoccupied with their own problems. They glanced at the residents still calling for help inside the building, and then at their trouser legs, which would get tangled even more if they stayed any longer. They could only pretend not to hear and turn away in a sorry state.

"This is beyond our control," he murmured to himself, his voice trembling.

In the command center, Takahashi stared intently at the devastation shown on the screen, unable to believe that this was actually the heart of Tokyo.

It's more like looking at a close-up of a patient with sores.

Their command had long been taken over by the Self-Defense Forces. All he could do now was to coordinate with nearby police officers and the SAT to provide as much intelligence as possible.

And the problem is that they can't even protect the people themselves.

"What kind of monster is this?" Takahashi slumped into a chair, drenched in sweat.

"Commander-in-Chief, the Self-Defense Forces are preparing to use artillery and have requested support from the US military. Our people need to be moved underground as soon as possible!" The deputy wiped his sweat and brought news that was neither good nor bad.

Takahashi understood that this was a very rational decision.

Given this terrifying rate of reproduction, if left unchecked, even the slightest leak could potentially destroy humanity.

Of course, this is also something they don't know: the reproduction of these flesh and blood requires more of the resentment that Zhu Hai has accumulated over the years as a supplement.

It's not that it's making a losing deal; rather, it's using these resentments to generate more negative emotions. As long as it doesn't stay in that tiny, sealed space, it's definitely making a profit.

By lying low for a period of time, one can grow stronger in the shadows of this terrifying city!
(End of this chapter)