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

Chapter 146 Aftermath
The top floor of Genji Heavy Industries has never felt so oppressive.

A somber blackness enveloped the place, replacing the coldness and sharpness that once belonged to the financial empire.

The air was filled with the bitter scent of incense, but it couldn't mask the heavy atmosphere of "death."

The heads of all the branches of the Snake Clan were present. They were dressed in the most traditional black patterned haori and sat kneeling on futons, their expressions solemn, like silent stone statues.

In the very center of the mourning hall hung a photograph of Tachibana Munemasa. The man in the photograph had a gentle gaze and the composure characteristic of someone in power.

However, now he is just a cold photograph.

The heads of the families exchanged glances silently in the air, each look concealing a turbulent undercurrent.

The death of the patriarch was too sudden and too strange.

Why would the powerful patriarch meet with Shigeru Miyamoto in private late at night?

What disturbed them even more was the dragon-like features that appeared on Tachibana Munemasa's corpse.

This secret was kept strictly confidential, but for the family heads present, it was nothing short of a violent earthquake. The head of the Snake Clan had actually transformed himself into the very demon they had dedicated their lives to slaying? This was a scandal capable of upending the very foundation of their entire clan.

Just as the frozen silence was about to break everyone's nerves, a figure slowly walked into the mourning hall.

It's Shigeru Miyamoto.

He was also wearing a black suit, and his face was somewhat pale, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the shock of that night.

He walked to the center of the mourning hall, bowed deeply to the portrait of Tachibana Munemasa, and then turned to face all the family heads.

"My lords... I know that you are all filled with doubts."

Regarding His Excellency the Headmaster... and everything that happened that night, it is now time to reveal the truth.

His voice was clear and steady, breaking the deathly silence.

He didn't keep them in suspense, but instead distributed documents to the heads of the households present.

It contained a record of a crazy but groundbreaking study...

"The patriarch is actually keeping Deadpool as a pet?"

Inuyama He looked at Miyamoto Shigeru with a shocked expression. According to the information, a large number of Deadpools were kept in the basement of this building as test subjects.

The other family heads also looked quite grim, which explained their confusion.

Such an experiment is completely taboo, so it must be avoided from being seen by everyone.

As a researcher of Deadpool, it's understandable that he would have a way to become Deadpool himself.

"His Majesty the Patriarch... had already realized that the 'tainted blood' within the family was becoming increasingly difficult to eradicate, and the appearance of 'ghosts' would only become more and more frequent."

"He placed all his hopes on my research..."

Shigeru Miyamoto's voice carried a perfectly measured hint of sorrow.

"This...this is incredible..."

Inuyama He's hands trembled as he looked at the shocking data on the document, and tears welled up in his tiger-like eyes.

"The patriarch... bore the burden of everything..."

Fuma Kotaro sighed.

All the doubts were perfectly explained at this moment.

That dragon-like body was proof of his sacrifice for his family.

Thus, under the truth woven by Shigeru Miyamoto, Munemasa Tachibana became a martyr who bore the sins of his entire family and was willing to become a demon to sever his destiny.

People only see what they want to see. If the truth is revealed, and Tachibana Munemasa, this wise and powerful patriarch, is just a puppet of the mastermind behind the scenes, wouldn't that mean that those who believe in this patriarch are idiots?
Miyamoto Shigeru's mixed-up information struck a chord with everyone present; this is exactly the kind of role a patriarch should play.

However, after the grief subsided, a more realistic and pressing problem confronted everyone.

With the patriarch dead, who will steer this already battered giant ship?
"How is Chisei doing?"

The head of the Fengmo family asked softly, "From the perspective of bloodline and relationship, this person is indeed a suitable successor."

"Still too young..."

Inuyama He shook his head and replied.

Upon hearing this, several more family heads nodded. Normally, it wouldn't matter, but in the current situation, the Fierce Ghosts could start a war with them at any time.

Aside from his lineage, Genjiro has not accomplished anything substantial, and it is unlikely that he can win over the public.

More importantly, they feared that Genjiro might make impulsive decisions out of hatred.

Bloodline, prestige, connections... Genjiro was undoubtedly the best candidate.

But until he fully emerges from this grief, his still immature shoulders are simply not up to the weight of this burden.

The Snake Clan was now leaderless.

Just then, the heavy wooden door of the mourning hall was slowly pulled open, and a figure that seemed out of place in the atmosphere appeared at the doorway.

He was an elderly man wearing a white ramen chef's uniform, with gray hair and a faded apron tied around his waist.

He looked like a ramen stall owner who had wandered into the wrong place on a street corner, exuding an incongruous, down-to-earth charm.

The younger generation of family heads frowned, about to reprimand the arrogant intruder, when they noticed that the two family elders, Inuyama He and Fuma Kotaro, froze the moment they saw the old man, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a real demon.

"you……"

Inuyama He's voice was dry, as if it had been sanded.

The old man ignored everyone and walked slowly and steadily to the center of the mourning hall.

Then, he slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, which had been half-closed.

In an instant, an indescribable pressure swept through the entire space like a tsunami!
That is not the power of words, but the absolute monarchical authority that originates from the deepest part of one's bloodline!

Everyone's breath stopped at that moment, their blood seemed to freeze, and their souls trembled.

The old man's pupils had somehow transformed into two molten gold orbs! That light was even purer than that of Genjiro!
“In the years I’ve been away, the house… seems to have become quite out of control.”

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
“I am Uesugi Kotsu. From this day forward, I will resume my duties as ‘Emperor’ and purge all the filth that has taken hold of my family.”

Uesugi Koshi!
This name, long buried in history, exploded in everyone's minds like a thunderclap.

The previous "emperor"... that man who should have disappeared half a century ago, is actually still alive?!
Inuyama He and Fuma Kotaro were the first to react. Without the slightest hesitation, they bent down and pressed their foreheads deeply against the cold tatami mat, expressing their submission in the most humble manner.

This choice is not difficult.

With the death of the patriarch and the arrival of the demons, the family is in turmoil.

In such a turbulent time, the return of a true, pure-blooded "emperor" is undoubtedly the only stabilizing force.

Even though this emperor once chose to flee...

Because in this world, for both dragons and hybrids, bloodline is the only, unquestionable truth.

The precarious situation, at this moment, stabilized again in the most incredible way.

at the same time
"boom!"

A valuable antique monitor was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces instantly.

The king's face, hidden beneath the mask, was contorted with extreme rage.

"Why...why?!"

He growled in a low voice, completely unable to understand.

Why did Genji suddenly target Tachibana Munemasa?

And they succeeded so easily?

This unexpected turn of events completely disrupted the perfect script he had been planning for decades.

The Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan have maintained a delicate balance since their inception, like the two ends of a scale.

He needs this balance until the "Holy Grail" he craves is fully ripe.

In his plan, he would wait until the very last moment to personally ignite the ultimate war between the two organizations, turning the entire mixed-race society of Japan into a sea of ​​blood and fire.

Then, he descends again as a savior, reaping the benefits and seizing the final victory.

But now, it's all too early! The Holy Grail is not yet complete; it's not time to close the net!
What's more troublesome is that his double, Tachibana Munemasa, who had managed the Snake-Headed Eight Families for him for decades, has been confirmed dead.

The members of the Snake Clan will definitely undergo DNA testing, which means that this most important piece has been completely rendered useless.

Just as he was enraged, the door to the room slid open silently.

What appeared was the very source of his plans spiraling out of control—Genjiro.

"Why are you doing this? Do you want to drag us... the entire Fierce Ghost Clan, into an abyss of no return?"

Wang Jiang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his rage, and questioned him in a cold voice.

Yuan Zhinu looked at him quietly, her handsome face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Not hope..."

"We're already in the abyss..."

He answered softly, then changed the subject.
As he spoke, he had already drawn a short sword that gleamed with a cold light from his kimono sleeve.

Then, a flash of light appeared!
Faced with this sudden attack, Wang Jiang reacted with extreme speed, leaning his body backward at an incredible angle, barely avoiding the vital point aimed at his heart.

But the sharp blade still tore through his clothes, revealing not human flesh and blood, but a non-human body covered with fine white scales, smooth as bone china.

A shallow wound appeared, but it healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing?!"

The king was both shocked and furious. He never imagined that his sharpest blade would be pointed at him at this moment.

"You gave us hope..."

Genjiro's tone was so calm, as if she were stating something that had nothing to do with her.

"But that hope is too far-fetched... We'd rather hold onto what's in front of us than something so unattainable."

"you……"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiang's heart sank, and he finally realized the most fatal problem.

With such a commotion, why didn't any guards rush in?

Combining this with Genji's words, a chilling answer emerged in his mind.

Genjiro... betrayed him.

The entire Ghost Clan... betrayed him!

"Why?! That potion... that potion shouldn't be able to reverse your bloodline!"

The king asked incredulously.

That's his greatest asset!

This is also the source of his confidence in sending Genjiro to carry out assassination missions!
Among the Ghosts, most of the "ghosts" did not willingly succumb; the potions that could stabilize their bloodlines were a deadly temptation for them.

But Genjiro is different; his bloodline is too high, so high that nothing in this world can reverse it.

For other ghosts, there is still a possibility of turning back.

But for Genjiro, there is only one path to follow to the bitter end.

From the very beginning, he should have been his most loyal and unwavering companion!
Yuan Zhinu looked at him, and a faint, almost imperceptible emotion, which seemed to be both pity and mockery, finally surfaced in her clear eyes.

"What I've always sought has never been the power of a god..."

(End of this chapter)