Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 115, Section 113: Indistinguishable from Gods

Tokyo, night.

Inside the ward, Goto glanced at the news broadcast and then couldn't help but look at Iwasaki lying on the hospital bed.

He rubbed his fingers together, lost in thought.

“You can say whatever you want to say,” Iwasaki said.

Goto was so startled that he stood up straight, looking at Iwasaki with a bit of helplessness, and quietly pointed to the monitor.

pat.

In Goto's eyes, the power had automatically turned off.

However, this was not the first time she had seen something so strange, so she didn't seem particularly surprised.

"I checked my phone today and a lot of people are saying they saw monsters and even gods. Is that true?"

Goto asked curiously.

"I don't know," Iwasaki replied succinctly.

Goto nodded regretfully, with a hint of self-deprecation: "It just occurred to me that if these incredible monsters exist, then perhaps gods also exist."

"Hard to say."

Iwasaki remained silent for a few seconds, recalling the feeling of being stared at during his sacrifice, as if his soul had been stripped bare.

Such an existence is no different from a god.

Even what happened this morning seemed to have caused a huge commotion, affecting half of Chiyoda, with a large hole appearing in the ground.

But in his eyes, it was nothing compared to the mystery and power that touched the soul.

Only the white-robed man in the blurry video that Goto showed him, taken by someone else, who easily suppressed the monster and summoned terrifying lightning, could barely give him a similar sense of oppression.

Upon hearing Iwasaki's words, Goto's eyes lit up with longing again, but that hope was shattered by Iwasaki the next second.

"But even if there is a God, we are either dispensable in His eyes, or He will not protect believers who cannot even believe in His existence."

Goto opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered his head.

"Actually, you're right. My mother believes in God, but it's also for profit; she hopes to find some spiritual comfort. I don't really believe, but if it really exists, I wonder if believing would be any good. Ha, I'm such a terrible believer, aren't I?"

Iwasaki's gaze remained calm: "That's the kind of thinking a normal person would have."

"You don't need to believe in God anymore, believing in me is enough."

"I'll bring you money back tonight. All you need to do is turn that money into your own legal income."

Iwasaki's calm and even demeanor seemed to be stating a fact.

If a devout person were to hear this, they would surely come and try to convert him.

However, if Iwasaki could truly bring real money to every believer...

Goto could picture a scene that made him chuckle.

A large crowd knelt before Iwasaki, chanting wildly, "Iwasaki God! You are the only God! The God who controls money and everything!"

Don't underestimate people's desire for money. Even if she felt that enough money was fine, she couldn't resist Iwasaki's tempting offer of financial freedom.

It's sufficient, and there are many different levels of quality.

She doesn't want to experience that moment again when she needs money the most but can't afford it.

"Okay, I need to rest."

Iwasaki glanced at the time; it was past eight.

The head of the Iwasaki family celebrates his birthday in the latter part of the month, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to make any preparations beforehand.

The families behind the Arakawa Ryuzake group should now know about the group's downfall.

These families were all intended to be used to mislead others, so they needed to be sacrificed one by one. Coincidentally, he also needed to increase his power.

Families that can cooperate deeply with the underworld are mostly not clean.

As for whether the rest of the Iwasaki family would find out in advance...
If I know, will I be able to avoid it?
After reading his sister's suicide note, he began to reorganize his memories.

He suspected that his parents had foreseen his death. They seemed relatively relaxed that day, but neither of them said anything.

Moreover, the decision to leave seemed hasty; the excuse was that he was going to his hometown to pick up some things and needed his help.

However, after driving for a short distance, he changed his mind and said he wanted to go to the Japanese Women's University where his sister studied first.

Then he got hit.

Then, let's retaliate in kind, a hundredfold.

Let the instigator witness his own death in a state of fear and unease.

There must be innocent people involved, but he couldn't be bothered to distinguish them.

He didn't want to spend the effort of finding out each possible murderer like his sister had.

Since they could all be from the Iwasaki family, let's kill them all; there won't be any left out.

Goto went through the motions as usual, then said goodnight, turned the bedside power back on, closed the door, and left.

Iwasaki used the same trick again, leaving a blurry figure in the same spot before his true form turned into black mist and slipped from under the bed to the window.

So, the first object.

The Uto family in Shinjuku.

"What do you mean they're all dead? They took the Hibiya Line subway together this morning to go on a team-building trip?"

"Died the day before yesterday? Only a few henchmen were left?!"

The head of the Utsu family hung up the phone with a strange expression, frowning as he looked at his son, Utsu Yuya, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

"You bastard, how many times have I told you? People aren't toys! I told you to watch your behavior and stay away from the BDSM community, and now you've killed another one before you remember what I said? Can't you change this lousy habit of yours?"

Without the Arakawa Dragon Claw Gang, a cooperative gang, the head of the Utsu family was at a loss as to who to trust to handle his son's mess.

Seeing this unfortunate creature still grinning foolishly, I was filled with rage and couldn't help but curse. I don't know where this mentality of completely disregarding human life comes from.

"Oh, Dad, she was the one who told me to push harder, but when I actually did, she got upset. She's terrible at it and loves to play games. Everyone else can give the safety warning in time, but that guy—"

Yuya Utsu scratched his ear and continued to reply to others with a cheerful smile.

However, what he said made the head of the Utsu family angrier and angrier, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward and slap him hard.

Yuya touched his slapped left cheek, stared blankly at his angry father, and then suddenly stood up with a grin, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"Dad, I know you still have a way. Back then, didn't you dismember Mom and get away with it?"

"Don't look at me like that. You make quite a racket while you're making soup, hehe, I even sneaked a sip."

Yuya smacked his lips, as if remembering the taste, then frowned and shook his head; "It doesn't taste good."

"How about we use this method? She's from out of town and doesn't have any direct contact with me. I'm being very careful; all the apps I use are the 'read-and-delete' type."

The head of the Utsu family felt a chill run down his spine and had difficulty breathing upon hearing this.

No, it seems like he really can't breathe—

"Click... Help..."

He covered his neck, his eyes wide and his face flushed red, but he couldn't stop the tighter grip on his neck.

It's as if the Grim Reaper, who accepted an urgent order, personally came to your door and brutally completed your KPI.

(End of this chapter)