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Chapter 139 Fishing and Taking the Bait

After Sakurai Akira made his choice, Miyamoto Shigeru took him away from there.

The vehicle started silently, taking him away from the cage that had imprisoned him for fourteen years, and finally stopping in a quiet corner of a bustling street.

"What should I do next?"

Akira Sakurai took a deep breath of the free air flowing in through the car window, a mixture of neon lights and the smell of fireworks, his voice carrying a hint of bewilderment and urgency.

"Enjoy this rare freedom while you can."

Miyamoto Shigeru's voice was calm and even. He handed over a thick wallet, which contained not only neatly stacked banknotes, but also a driver's license and identification document in the name of Sakurai Akira.

"This……"

Akira Sakurai took the wallet, and the sensation on his fingertips was so unreal that he was stunned, his face filled with confusion.

"Only when you understand what freedom truly means to you will you understand what you should fight for. Your family won't be coming for you anymore, so go and enjoy this moment of peace..."

Shigeru Miyamoto leaned back in his seat, his gaze passing through the car window to the endless stream of people outside, his tone indifferent yet profound.

He did not explain how he did it.

After gaining partial control over Kaguya, erasing all surveillance records of a hybrid race deemed "discarded" by the family is a matter of just a few lines of code.

"Then... how can I contact you?"

Akira Sakurai clutched his wallet tightly, as if he were holding onto his life, which he had lost and then regained.

"I will find you when I need you."

Miyamoto Shigeru's answer cut off his final question.

"Now, go, go into the crowd, feel, experience, and become a truly free person."

Akira Sakurai nodded, opened the car door, and with a complex mix of emotions, stepped into the sea of ​​lights and people that was both unfamiliar and alluring to him.

A few days passed like this.

Miyamoto Shigeru easily located Sakurai Akira's position through Kaguya-hime's omnipresent "eyes".

In these days, the boy was like a child who had just come into the world, greedily experiencing everything.

He ate expensive barbecue, watched a midnight movie, and even spent the entire day in the arcade until he was exhausted.

Having confirmed that this piece had tasted the sweetness of freedom and could no longer bear to return to the cage of the past, Shigeru Miyamoto issued his first mission.

He delivered a list and several vials of pale gold stabilizing agents to Sakurai Akira through a clandestine channel.

The mission is simple and clear: use these potions and information to recruit as many "companions" as possible.

The composition of the people on the list is very subtle. Some of them are "demons" like Sakurai Akira, who are imprisoned in various secret facilities by the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Their bloodlines are unstable but have not yet gone out of control.
The other group consists of peripheral members of the Fierce Ghost Clan who live on the fringes of power and harbor resentment towards their families.

When Akira Sakurai received the list, he agreed almost without hesitation.

These past few days have felt like he's ingested the sweetest poison, and he's willing to pay any price to protect this hard-won freedom.

As Sakurai Akira takes action, news about a "mysterious potion that can cure 'demons'" begins to circulate quietly in the shadows.

This news was naturally the work of Shigeru Miyamoto, and its content was half true and half false, deliberately controlled by him to spread within a very small circle.

It's like a drop of ink thrown into a deep pool; although it won't immediately cause a huge upheaval, the slow, spreading traces are enough to attract the attention of some giant beasts lurking in the deep waters.

The bait has been cast.

Meanwhile, in a dark, underground chamber, even more sinister than the lowest-level laboratory at Genji Heavy Industries.

Herzog, or rather, the man now appearing as the King of the Demons, was silently watching the still-warm corpse on the operating table.

Herzog's fingertips traced the corpse's arm, where the blood sample analysis report lay beside it. He was certain that the man's original bloodline was extremely unstable, only a hair's breadth away from completely degenerating into a mindless Deadpool.

But now, the dragon bloodline factors within him are exhibiting a strange and perfectly stable state.

This means that what lies here can no longer be called a "ghost".

"Trouble..."

Herzog's face instantly darkened, and even the mask seemed unable to conceal the turmoil within him.

Fortunately, according to the intelligence he received, this drug is currently only circulating in a very small area and has not yet caused a large-scale disturbance.

What he used to control those unruly demons was never some empty loyalty, but hope—a unique hope that could free them from the curse of their bloodline and even grant them godlike power.

It was through this illusory future, which he had personally envisioned, that he was able to firmly bind those powerful but mentally twisted "ghosts" to his chariot.

But if... if these guys knew that there was another hope in this world, a hope that didn't belong to the "King General," then things would be completely out of control.

The deeper crisis lies in the fact that once the bloodline can be stabilized, the irreconcilable conflict between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the "Demons," which has lasted for thousands of years, will also cease to exist.

Everything he has painstakingly built will be built on quicksand.

No matter how far the guy behind the scenes has progressed his research, he absolutely cannot let it continue.

Thinking of this, a cold killing intent flashed in Herzog's eyes.

He has made his decision.

In order to prevent the news from spreading, this operation must not involve the forces of the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan, and a large-scale extermination must not be carried out.

He also couldn't send out the Fierce Ghosts, because that would be tantamount to sending more "potential customers" to the enemy.

The operation must be covert and efficient, and the executors must possess overwhelming combat power, capable of completely eliminating the threat in an instant.

There is only one candidate who meets all the criteria...

Tokyo, a high-class host club.

Ruri Kazama hung up the phone, a warm smile as gentle as a spring breeze appearing on her face.

He simply swirled the champagne glass in his hand, and the rich girl on the sofa next to him immediately showed an infatuated expression, as if she wanted to drown in his gentle eyes.

However, the moment he turned away from the booth, using the excuse of going to the restroom, all the smiles on his handsome face, which was enough to captivate the world, vanished in an instant, replaced by a coldness and gloom like that of an polar glacier.

The king's intelligence was as accurate as ever.

The group that distributed the drug was incredibly easy to track down, or rather, they never even bothered to hide themselves.

A few days later, Kazama Ruri easily found the boy named Sakurai Akira in a dilapidated dock warehouse area.

He followed like a ghost, neither too close nor too far, ready to follow the clues and find the other party's true lair.

However, after following for less than half an hour, Kazama Ruri's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise rising in her heart.

The boy in front of me, named Akira Sakurai, was so naive and untrained in his manner of walking, alertness, and handling of his movements that he seemed like an amateur, showing no signs of having received any professional training.

This is strange.

According to Wang Jiang's description, this mysterious organization was able to develop a drug that was powerful enough to overturn the entire hybrid world.

Behind it must lie unimaginable power and wisdom.

But why would they send such a rookie, riddled with flaws, to carry out such a critical communication mission?
Is it arrogance? Or... is it part of the trap itself?

(End of this chapter)