Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The two exchanged a glance, smiled knowingly, and their figures gradually blurred in the rain.

Collectors' Association, three basement levels, outside the shelter.

Uesugi Kiyoshi put down his phone, somewhat annoyed.

The screen displayed the three Chinese characters "Li Fuyao," but all that came through the receiver was a busy signal.

Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately thought of this encyclopedic girl. If there was anyone in the world who could break this deadlock, it would probably be her.

But the call didn't go through.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Uesugi Kiyoshi paced back and forth, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Inside the isolation room, many association staff members wearing white coats were already busy checking Ueno Mitsuishi's physical condition.

The conclusion reached was not good news.

His gene sequence already shows signs of mutation.

In other words, he might also lose his human identity and become a monster, just like Ryosuke Yamamoto.

In this respect, those outward gods are indeed stronger than ghosts and gods. According to those who truly know, they have never seen such a situation before. The so-called power of the secret ritual can change the human mind and consciousness and enhance their physical strength, but changing the gene sequence and mutating humans into another kind of creature is truly an unheard-of wonder.

Just as he was deep in thought, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Looking up, I saw Kudo Yuichi's face, which also had a grim expression.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like this?"

Upon hearing Uesugi Kiyoshi's question, Kudo Yuichi waved his hand irritably.

"Something's not right; everything's happening all at once."

“I’ve arrested Yamamoto Ryosuke. I’m planning to use this card to take down his father, Yamamoto Yu—the only stumbling block for the Kudo family in the police force.”

“But I’ve had him arrested for so long, and the Yamamoto family hasn’t done anything worthwhile.”

"It's so strange. It's a shame that they're not even willing to make a clear statement. If this is considered a concession, then I think the Yamamoto family might be up to something. So I sent someone to my mother's detective agency to carefully pull up information about the Yamamoto family recently."

"I carefully organized my memories and found something."

"Do you remember? Yamamoto Ryosuke said that a middleman introduced him to that Outer God believer."

"I checked on that broker, and unsurprisingly, he's dead."

"But judging from his deeds during his lifetime, he was just a small pawn in the Yamamoto family's game."

“I investigated one by one the people he had previously contacted, and found that before this broker came into contact with Yamamoto Ryosuke and that Outer God believer, he had received certain orders from Yamamoto Yu through layers of connections.”

"I'm not sure, but it's probably true!"

What Kudo Yuichi said was almost certainly true, and it's practically an undeniable fact.

Frustrated, Kudo Yuichi pulled out a cigarette, bit the butt, then threw it aside in annoyance and stomped on it.

"I think Yamamoto Yu was behind the meeting between Yamamoto Ryosuke and the Outer God believers!"

"I have no proof, but that's what my sixth sense tells me!"

"So I looked up Yamamoto Yu and found that he would go abroad at fixed times in recent years. Although his itinerary was quite secretive, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever."

"I just made a trip and used my abilities to test Yamamoto Yu's private driver. I found out that he went abroad for medical treatment."

"What illness can't be treated in the country?"

“Following this lead, I unearthed a consultation record that he had hidden very well.”

"This has truly broadened my horizons."

Kudo Yuichi looked up abruptly, shaking his head in disbelief, and said, "He has a terminal illness."

"More than half of his organs are rapidly failing and aging. This disease is unprecedented, so there is no cure. If Yamamoto Yu doesn't find a way, he probably won't live for many more days."

"Treating this kind of exhaustion, which is just like normal birth, aging, illness and death, is absolutely beyond the scope of a doctor's profession."

"Tell me, what would the head of a powerful family, a figure who controls half of the police force, do if he knew he didn't have long to live?"

Will you accept your fate?

"I'm afraid... no way!"

"Not long after this happened, it started raining in Arakawa, the Outer Gods became active, the young master of the Yamamoto family was parasitized by the power of the Mystic Ritual, and a strange religion was proselytizing on the Yamamoto family's territory!"

Are these all coincidences?

Uesugi Kiyoshi took a deep breath and said softly, "So... you mean, the mastermind behind this is the head of the Yamamoto family?"

"The goal is to cure the terminal illness and then survive?"

"That's a good reason, but isn't he being a bit too cautious?"

"They only supported two monsters to spread their teachings, and even subtly tricked their son into falling into their trap, while keeping themselves out of it. I don't understand this move."

Kudo Yuichi shook his head repeatedly.

“I went to retrieve the snake venom sample from Ueno-san, which was infected by the power of the secret ritual.”

"The power of Hydra's mystic arts is indeed transmitted through snake venom."

"Once I have a sample, I will make comparisons."

"Guess what? In this torrential rain in Tokyo, I detected diluted snake venom—this rain wasn't meant to entice believers to join the cult at all!"

"He wants to mass-produce occultists who worship external gods!"

"These occultists are the weapons for the revival of Outer Gods and the guarantee for the spread of their faith."

"This rain of harvesting faith and transforming one's own kind must be stopped!"

“I had someone calculate that in at most another week, the toxins accumulated in the rainwater will pose a danger of turning ordinary people into mystics.”

"Mortals are not superhumans; they cannot resist for such a long time. The entire city of Tokyo is now shrouded in crisis!"

As for Yamamoto Ryosuke...

"Hmph, he's probably just a test subject for his heartless father!"

"For example, Yamamoto wanted to integrate the power of the secret ritual, but was worried about abnormal situations, so he asked his son to test it first."

"That's his closest bloodline, after all. It's much more effective than just grabbing a random passerby for experiments. He's capable of doing something like that!"

"Hey, Qing, I might not be able to stay with you."

"Yamamoto is going to hold a press conference tomorrow, inviting many influential figures in the police force. Under the guise of this, he wants to denounce me for detaining his son, but I don't think it will be a good event. He might actually take action."

"I'm going"

"Kill him!"

Chapter 209 Mystic Parasite

"tomorrow."

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

The situation on Ueno Mitsuishi's side is extremely urgent. He needs to think of a way to save him as soon as possible. Even if he is not entirely confident that he can save him, he must do his best.

He strongly agrees with a statement Ueno Mitsuishi once made: "As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough."

Having bled and risked his life, even if he felt guilty, he could let it go. But just watching it all go on made him uneasy.

Seeing his distressed expression, Kudo Yu chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop worrying about it. I'll go and meet him. He's an old man; he can't cause any trouble."

"As I said, I have ways to protect myself, so don't worry about me. But you'll have to rely on me here. I'm afraid I can't help you with both things at once."

"Alas, I miscalculated. I messed with his son and pushed that old man too hard. I didn't expect that young master Yamamoto would be in such a miserable state. He's not even a discarded son; he's just a cannon fodder experiment. Of course, these are all just my guesses. Maybe I'm worrying unnecessarily, but I must be there tomorrow. My old man is going too. I need to protect him."

Uesugi nodded, his voice tinged with apology.

"I understand. You go about your business, I'll take care of things here."

"Contact me if anything happens, I'll be there right away -- bring more people with you, I don't need the association's combat personnel here, I can find people to help."

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Before Uesugi Kiyoshi could finish speaking, the door to the containment chamber creaked open.

A blond, blue-eyed white man, wearing a mask that revealed only his high nose bridge, casually wiped the bloodstains from his rubber gloves on his white coat and strode out.

He glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi and Kudo Yuichi with an emotionless look, and rudely interrupted their conversation.

"Excuse me, but the test subject I personally examined has been confirmed to have an extremely severe genetic mutation, nervous system disorder, and significant external signal interference in the brainwave domain. The risk of falling into depravity is level S. The infection with the secret instrument has been confirmed, but whether it will become a new source of infection is unknown."

"My suggestion is to execute him immediately, or at least brain-death him to destroy his mental domain and eliminate the possibility of the experimental subject going berserk."

“Mr. Kudo, according to regulations, we have the right to conduct research on this kind of experimental subject—a living Exophysician is truly rare. This is a once-in-a-century experimental material. Perhaps the Yakuza Project can make some progress on him. I apply for the right to study the experimental subject's corpse. I will personally lead the team and will not waste such a good opportunity.”

This white man speaks fluent Japanese, but it sounds mechanical, almost like a smart AI broadcasting.

After he uttered those few words, Uesugi Kiyoshi's face immediately darkened. His hand unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword. If this white man in front of him hadn't been a member of the Collectors' Association, this stab would probably have already kissed his neck.

Whether it was calling Ueno Mitsuishi an experimental subject, the suggestion to execute Ueno Mitsuishi, or the ruthless disregard for life, all of these things ignited his anger.

However, Uesugi Kiyoshi forcibly suppressed the urge to kill him—this foreigner hadn't done anything outrageous; he had only given a suggestion that complied with the rules and regulations and made his own judgment. He hadn't acted arbitrarily or stubbornly. He simply couldn't be unreasonable and take action over something like this.

Of course, the main reason is that this white man, named Edward, is the head, general director, and head of the research department of the Collectors' Association, the Ouroboros organization of true knowledge.

Aside from the supernatural artifacts that allowed him to enter the Mirage Tower, Uesugi Kiyoichi's equipment was all thanks to him.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's plan, if he had to find someone who could help Ueno Mitsuishi's situation, the only one would be this blond-haired, blue-eyed guy in front of him.

He is an expert in the realm of the extraordinary, or rather, in the realm of using "science" to explain the extraordinary.

Uesugi Kiyoshi had met Edward a few times and had some dealings with him. To put it simply, Edward was a man who lacked social skills. He devoted all his energy to the study of the "extraordinary." Currently, several important research projects and topics of the Tokyo Collectors Association were drafted by him, and he personally took charge of everything.

He was like a precise and ruthless machine; everything he did was for the purpose of achieving a certain goal, and he would never let personal feelings interfere.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wouldn't stoop to arguing with a machine.

“Professor Edward, I told you half an hour ago that what I need is a treatment plan for Senior Ueno, not this kind of declaration that sounds like a critical condition notice. I am not here to provide you with experimental material.”

"I just want to stop Ueno-senpai's method of becoming a shaman and find a way to restore him to normal."

A barely perceptible hint of helplessness flickered in Edward's emerald eyes.