Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 287, Section 33: A Life-or-Death Struggle

[Korean Male Insects Extinct: Urgent Notice!! The higher-ups have suddenly gone mad; the large group is being monitored. We must break up into smaller groups and continue the fight.]

[MM: Hehe, the usual biased approach]

[Haki8: Is this related to Park Min-woo's murder in court? His trending topics are being suppressed, and no matter how we do the data, it's useless.]

[MM: I'm so angry! The last time I was this angry was when my sister gave birth to a boy.]

[Haki: You've already killed that little bastard, what's there to be angry about? I haven't even found a good opportunity to kill Biology Dad. How about I take him for a walk along the Han River tomorrow, and kick him while he's drunk? Can that judge tell me the safest way to do this?]

[Korean male insects are all dead: That judge hasn't said anything for a while. By the way, @IndependentRadiance, didn't you say you were going to observe Park Min-woo's case? Why haven't we heard anything? The same goes for everyone else, they haven't said a word, or it's something like "you can't say anything."]

[Independent Radiance: Oh, I can't say about this, it's still under investigation]

[Independence Shines: But I recently made a small fortune, so I'm treating my girlfriends to a nice meal to cheer them up.]

[MM: Oh, I can't accept this. By the way, Mingles seems to have some kind of promotion going on recently, but I wonder if it's too expensive?]

[Independence Shines: It's okay, I'm rich. Mingles is so-so, that's fine.]

Park Min-woo put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, his eyes vacant, the screen still showing the interface of the special software chat group called "Dawn Sisters".

He had just mimicked Ms. Park's slightly boastful yet assertive tone to finalize the sisters' dinner at Mingles restaurant tonight.

It's clear that members of this organization have many offline activities, so when he suggested a dinner, the other party didn't think much of it.

I don't know who gave her the courage, but Ms. Park's phone uses face unlock. It's a good thing she has it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to replicate her fingerprint or know her password.

Because he was worried about his phone being monitored, he didn't dare to browse too many chat logs. However, based on the information he had heard in his stomach over the past few days, he had a basic understanding of this person.

They are typical sophisticated egoists who emphasize rules when it benefits them, emphasize morality when it benefits them, and make a fuss about nothing when they have none.

Imitating this kind of lifestyle would be quite a challenge for him.

While browsing social media to learn more, he discovered this strange group—the kind where chat history is automatically deleted periodically. After watching for a while, he realized that it was probably a small subgroup of the Womad organization.

Ha, he certainly didn't choose the wrong person.

The reason Cao, the senior student who framed him, was to pledge allegiance to the Womad organization and to secure her future promotion. Therefore, he did not intend to let this organization go.

Judging from the chat history, they probably know less about Ms. Park than he does. Going to these people to flaunt his wealth and putting on a show by dining at high-end restaurants is perfectly in line with his personality.

It's strange, really. People who seem shameless to outsiders and are willing to throw tantrums for a little bit of profit are the ones who value their reputation the most in front of these people, and are willing to sacrifice the benefits they gained by throwing tantrums.

He doesn't understand, but he will try his best to imitate it now.

Unfortunately, his abilities are still too limited. His maximum is only his main body plus 4 clones, and there is a 10-kilometer limit. As a result, if he wants to increase the number of clones, he has to automatically dissolve the previous clones.

His greatest advantage is that he is impossible to defend against. As long as the authorities don't have the heart to open fire on everyone, the more people there are, the safer he is.

However, its disadvantages are also quite obvious. Flesh and blood cannot defeat guns and ammunition. At best, it can only form a horde of zombies or pile up into a giant of flesh. Even so, it is difficult to gain any advantage in the face of guns and cannons.

The only way to unleash power is through the burning of flesh and blood; the larger the stomach, the greater the power.

However, before reaching the level of fusion, their actual strength is very limited, at most they can only tear a living person apart with their bare hands.

He shook his head, temporarily putting these thoughts aside, made a phone call to reserve a restaurant for the evening, and then got up; it was time to go to the kitchen to "stew the meat."

A private message flashed in the corner of my field of vision; a virtual screen displayed a message.

He calmly opened the private messages.

[Mori: I have some connections in the Southern Dynasty, maybe I can help you.]

The fact that the other party knows my situation suggests that their real identity is not simple.

Park Min-woo responded cautiously.

[Park: I'll contact you if I need anything. When will the guild you mentioned be established?]

The replies came almost instantly.

[Mori: It's not time yet.]

It doesn't really matter when, it's mainly because I don't have enough points.

Creating a guild requires 100 points, which is not a small amount for players.

Ethan hadn't saved up much from the game, and Arthur only got 10 points after finishing Silver Cup Manor. He was also broke and had to rely on Ethan to add 10 points to buy the first Little Longevity Pill to keep him alive, lest he suddenly die one day.

As evening fell, Park Min-woo gave himself a final check in front of the mirror, making sure there were no flaws on "Ms. Park's" slightly stiff face.

He even sprayed on some of the other person's usual strong-smelling perfume.

He doesn't need makeup; his face is a direct copy of Ms. Park with makeup on.

She picked up a luxury handbag and walked out of the apartment.

Downstairs, the black sedan was still parked in the same spot. The windows were tinted dark, obscuring the view inside. Without thinking much of it, Park Min-woo walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

“To Mingles restaurant,” he said to the driver in a slightly deliberate, rising tone.

"Section Chief, she's out, she took a taxi and left!" The young officer nudged the section chief who was sleeping soundly with drool dripping down his face.

Park Dae-yong jolted awake, wiped his mouth, and squinted at the car window: "Huh? Where did we go?"

“According to the phone records, they should have gone to Gangnam District for a meal,” the young police officer said.

The department head yawned and slumped back into his chair. "Tch, I knew it. What could possibly be wrong? A woman who just made a small fortune is probably eager to splurge. Don't get too close. That's how these missions are. Once she's finished eating, shopping, and going home, we'll be done. Ugh, my back aches from sleeping so much."

In the restaurant, Park Min-woo sat at his reserved window seat, a slightly stiff, Park-style smile on his face, looking at the three "sisters" opposite him.

"Oh, Sister Guangmang, I'm so sorry to have troubled you to spend so much~" The girl said in a high-pitched voice, but her eyes scanned the most expensive dishes on the menu like a scanner. "This truffle foie gras looks good, but I don't know what wine to pair it with?"

They feigned concern by asking for his opinion and commenting on the various dishes, but in the end, they ordered only the most expensive options on the menu, showing no intention of saving her any money.

Then I picked up my phone and took some beautiful selfies.

He approached the task with a learning mindset, but his slightly strained expression suggested they do as they pleased, highlighting his obsessive need to save face.

Then they roughly figured out where the bottom line was and knew how to draw it.

Aside from that, the dinner went fairly smoothly. They never revealed their real names when communicating; they all used code names.

With a little attention, you can figure out how to address someone.

He didn't need to do anything; as the host, his sisters showered him with compliments as if they were free.

She calls him "sister" repeatedly, then subtly inquires about his ways of making money, pitifully asking him to mentor her.

He brushed them off.

"By the way, are you going to participate in the protest in two weeks?" The group leader took a sip of wine and asked in a low voice.

"Of course!" Hagiwara immediately chimed in, his face flushed with excitement. "The biggest With You event ever! I heard those old fogies up there want to cancel? No way! We've already made arrangements in private, we'll act first and ask for permission later!"

“What a pity,” MM sighed, poking at the foie gras on her plate with her fork. “The Park Min-woo case was such a good opportunity, the public opinion was so strong, but it was all suppressed. It didn’t even make it to the trending topics. This world of male lovers is really suffocating.”

"Shh!" The group admin glanced around warily. "Keep your voice down! Things are getting tense around this event, don't make a big fuss. By the way, I've got my eye on a guy lately, I'm planning to set him up, should be able to succeed."

Park Min-woo smiled and occasionally chimed in with a few words, subtly guiding the conversation, and then noted down the information he wanted to know.

The fist under the table clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

His murderous intent grew stronger and stronger.

Perhaps, back then, it was in this kind of atmosphere that the senior students excitedly discussed how to set a trap for him.

They are all great teachers.
In fact, he knew that with his abilities, the best path was to grow secretly, grow until he had the ability to parasitize, and then gradually, from the root, transform the country by parasitizing those powerful and wealthy individuals.

Can.
He was unwilling to get involved in power, did not know how to play power games, and was completely disillusioned with the country.

There is no hope.

This divisive trend of thought may well be the result of their deliberate manipulation.

Now that this trend has taken hold, it will be difficult to extinguish it with gentle methods.

Violence is also not necessarily effective, and may even have the opposite effect.
But at least he'll enjoy it.

Only by killing, killing, killing can I vent my anger.

Let me be the one against the whole nation.

Show no mercy; anyone who stands in my way will die.

He tilted his head back and drank the blood-red wine, and his confusion vanished.

The march is in two weeks, isn't it? He set a time for himself.

His split form will then appear in the form of a mad dog.

To announce his return.

And senior, you'll wait for me, right?

During the meal, he made an excuse to go to the restroom, intending to find a suitable host to transfer his original body away.

The group of women immediately panicked, probably afraid that he would take the opportunity to leave alone, and they all rushed to say that they would accompany him.

She put on a displeased expression, called over the waiter, and paid the bill in front of them. Only then did the group feel relieved and continue chatting and laughing, no longer mentioning the matter of going to the restroom.

Park Min-woo overestimated the trust between them. Forget plastic, they were like seaweed sisters, easily broken.

Thinking this, she almost bumped into a drunken, overweight woman as she turned the corner in the bathroom. Even in her drunken state, she could tell at a glance that Park Min-woo was wearing a fake. But the main thing was that Ms. Park's rather thin figure made her uncomfortable. She rolled her eyes, scoffed, and let out a disdainful snort from her nostrils:

"This place is really outdated; any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come and freeload here."

Holy crap! A genuine flying pig!

It wasn't easy to find someone of this physique in the Southern Dynasties.

The social and cultural anxiety surrounding appearance and body image is quite severe here.

The fat woman was being supported by a handsome young man, who looked like he was carrying bricks and seemed to be struggling quite a bit.

Park Min-woo secretly threw his true form onto the fat woman.

Without any hesitation, it quickly burrowed into her mouth.

"Gulp! Ugh!"

She swayed and vomited all over the man next to her, almost knocking him over.

Completely disregarding his own disheveled state, with veins bulging and teeth clenched, he quickly used all his strength to support the other person, while still maintaining a tender and caring expression: "I told you not to drink so much, but you're still so cute even when you're drunk."

As he spoke, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Some money is meant for others to earn.

After the meal, he said goodbye to the group of sisters, pretending to go shopping, but in reality, he was making sure that the clones did not leave the area of ​​more than ten kilometers.

The result was acceptable; the new host's residence was within ten kilometers of Ms. Park's apartment.

In this way, he can confidently manipulate Ms. Park into going home.

Next, all that's needed is to find a suitable opportunity to take over.

If it's really not suitable, he can find an opportunity to leave, enter the growth period, and find food for himself. At least he can get rid of the connection with the identity of Ms. Park and escape surveillance.

He was free, and had no more worries.

So, Southern Dynasty and Womad, are you ready?
Let me start a game of life and death.

　Thank you to "Invincible Wind and Fire Lips" for the donation.

　　That's all for tonight.

　　I wonder if Black Monkey will have any surprises tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)