They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 144 Ambush
A night breeze blew through the alleyway, swirling up a few fallen leaves and carrying a hint of coolness.

Uesugi stood rooted to the spot, his eyes, which had just blazed with brilliant gold, now filled with unbelievable shock.

He stared intently at Miyamoto Shigeru, as if trying to see through the young man's bones, flesh, and even soul.

"B-rank..."

He repeated the word hoarsely, as if chewing a tasteless olive, bitter and absurd.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"

“I never joke, especially not about this kind of thing.”

The gold color on Shigeru Miyamoto's face slowly faded, returning to a deep black, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.
“As I’ve said before, times have changed. Bloodline is no longer the only shackle that binds us ‘hybrids’.”

Before he finished speaking, Shigeru Miyamoto turned around and walked out of the ramen stall shrouded in the alchemical matrix.

With each step he took, the invisible barrier around him receded a little, like the tide, and the noise from the outside world surged back in, diluting the deathly silence of the place.

Uesugi hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed.

After passing through several deeper and darker alleys, Shigeru Miyamoto stopped in the corner of an abandoned parking lot.

In the shadows, a trembling figure huddled up, emanating an ominous aura.

That was a "ghost," a member of the Fierce Ghost Clan whose dragon transformation process was already halfway complete.

Fine scales appeared on his skin, his finger joints twisted and deformed, a beastly growl came from his throat, and his eyes were stained dark gold with violent desire.

Upon seeing this, Uesugi Kotsu frowned, wanting to take action and end the man's life.

"Watch."

But Shigeru Miyamoto remained unmoved, simply taking out a syringe from his pocket, filled with a pale golden liquid that, in the dim light of the phone, resembled flowing amber.

Without the slightest hesitation, he precisely pierced the other's carotid artery in the instant the "ghost" struggled.

"Roar--!"

The "ghost" let out a painful roar, and its body convulsed violently.

Visibly, the hideous scales on his skin seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, fading and dissolving at an incredible speed.

The twisted bones made soft "clicking" sounds as they were being forcibly corrected.

The savage golden light in his eyes, belonging to dragons, faded little by little, like ink being washed away by water, eventually revealing the fear and bewilderment of humans.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds.

A dozen seconds later, the "ghost" who was almost falling into the abyss collapsed to the ground. Apart from being pale and covered in cold sweat, he looked no different from an ordinary young man.

Uesugi Kotsushi's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

As a former emperor and the pinnacle of the Snake Clan, he understood better than anyone what this meant.

This is not suppression, not temporary relief, this is... a reversal!

It truly reverses the process of dragonification from the very beginning!

With this technology, the tragic fate of being a "ghost" passed down through generations of families will no longer exist.

This thing is a holy medicine, but also... a key to the devil that can overturn everything.

Uesugi Etsu's breathing became heavy. He had intended to sever the Emperor's bloodline and let the god who had been imprisoned as a sacrifice by his family be forgotten over a long period of time until he decayed.

But now, everything has changed. Because of these three children, because of this young man who calls himself Shigeru Miyamoto…

He turned his head and looked deeply into Miyamoto Shigeru's eyes. On that calm face lay an abyss he couldn't fathom.

"Who...are you?"

Uesugi Kotsushi's voice carried a hint of weariness and wavering that he himself was unaware of.

"Someone who wants to make the world a little more interesting."

Miyamoto Shigeru casually tossed the empty syringe into the trash can, his composed smile returning to his face.

"Now, are you willing to listen to my plan, Your Majesty?"

Uesugi Koshi did not answer immediately.

He remained silent for a long time, his mind in turmoil.

He still didn't trust the ambitious young man in front of him. This kid was like a venomous snake—glamorous, deadly, yet making no attempt to hide his fangs.

In comparison, the one who hides in the shadows, using his own bloodline as pawns, and manipulating the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Fierce Demons at will, is undoubtedly a more sinister and dangerous being.

A venomous snake that is out in the open is always better than one that is hidden in the shadows.

"What do you want me to do..."

After a long silence, Uesugi Kotsushi finally spoke.

……

A few days later, in Tokyo, at that quiet kaiseki restaurant.

In the same Japanese-style room, in the same dry landscape garden, Shigeru Miyamoto and Munemasa Tachibana sat facing each other, but the atmosphere was much more somber than last time.

"Have you gotten any results on the drug I asked you to analyze last time?" Tachibana Munemasa's voice betrayed an undisguised urgency.

The intelligence network of the Snake Clan covers almost every corner of this land.

A miraculous potion is currently circulating secretly within the Ghost Clan, said to be able to stabilize the bloodlines of ghosts on the verge of going out of control.

They put in some effort and managed to get their hands on a sample.

"Hmm, it's a very clever thing."

Miyamoto Shigeru took a sip of tea and answered slowly and deliberately.

This was his own creation, and of course he knew what it was.

However, it's just that what he ostensibly inherited was Tachibana Munemasa's research, which is completely different from the technical approach of this medicine.

This is also the reason he forged his identity to carry out his actions; the purpose, of course, is to distance himself from the situation...

"Their technological approach is completely different from ours,"

Shigeru Miyamoto put down his teacup, his expression turning serious.

"Instead of neutralizing it with serum extracted from Deadpool's fetus, it used some kind of... technology I've never seen before to implant a specific gene sequence into the virus."

This, in turn, replenished the missing and unstable portion of the dragon bloodline factors within the demon's body.

"Really? Then Erii... can Erii use this kind of technology?"

Tachibana Munemasa's breath hitched, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

“I’m afraid it will be difficult. Headmaster, you must understand that Erii-san’s problem is not ‘lack,’ but ‘too much.’”

Her treatment requires 'subtraction,' not this kind of 'addition.'

Upon hearing this, Shigeru Miyamoto showed a perfectly measured look of embarrassment and regret, and gently shook his head.

Upon hearing this conclusion, the light in Tachibana Munemasa's eyes dimmed. He leaned back in his chair, let out a heavy sigh, and felt somewhat disappointed.

"Phew... So... can this method be replicated?"

He did not give up, believing that it would be equally significant if his family could master this technology.

"Theoretically yes."

Shigeru Miyamoto provided an answer that rekindled his hope.

"But the other party's technical barriers are very high, and I need more time and resources to reverse engineer it."

"it is good……"

Tachibana Munemasa nodded, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing a little.

As long as there is hope, that's enough.

The Snake-Headed Eight Families have carried a tragic fate for a thousand years, but perhaps they can truly see the dawn of their end in their generation.

However, at that very moment, Tachibana Munemasa's gaze suddenly turned to the door, and his brows furrowed tightly once again.

Outside the Japanese-style room, faint noises and short exclamations could be heard.

This is absolutely impossible for a top-tier restaurant that prioritizes ultimate privacy and tranquility.

Miyamoto Shigeru seemed to sense something was wrong and followed Tachibana Munemasa's gaze to the tightly closed shoji door.

The next moment, there was no knocking, no announcement.

"Hiss-!"

The shoji gate, painted with landscape scenes, was violently torn open from the middle by a tremendous force!

Amidst the flying sawdust and scraps of paper, a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

The man was dressed in an extremely ornate black kimono, with a hideous demon mask on his face, and a samurai sword that was still dripping blood in his hand.

Fresh blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the smooth tatami mat, spreading out like eerie red plum blossoms.

"You are... one of the Ghosts?"

Upon seeing that mask, Tachibana Munemasa's face instantly turned ashen. He abruptly stood up, an aura of authority emanating from him.

"What do you want to do?!"

He glanced instinctively at his side.

Miyamoto Shigeru's face was filled with panic and fear, and his body was even trembling slightly; he looked exactly like a terrified office worker.

Tachibana Munemasa's heart sank.

Because it was a secret trip, very few people knew he was here. How did the Ghost Clan manage to find him so precisely?

"doing what?"

A hoarse chuckle came from beneath the mask, tinged with mockery and madness.
"Patriarch, could you please just die?"

(End of this chapter)