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America, White House, Oval Office.

The atmosphere here was equally somber, but unlike the despair at the Tokyo official residence, it was filled with a cold and sharp tension.

The current president sat behind the altar, opposite him were Secretary of Defense Mark Thompson, Master Captain Evan Cross, and the “Guardian of the Nation” in a wheelchair—Archer Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

On the projection screen, live footage of the chaos on the streets of Tokyo and the blockade line set up by the Seventh Fleet outside Tokyo Bay was being played.

"Gentlemen, the old man from the Vatican has sent us a great gift."

Defense Secretary Mark Thompson spoke first, pointing to the red dot on the screen that represented Tokyo.

"A whole new world, an untouched virgin land, and the only entrance to it is right here."

He emphasized his words.

"Based on the PTRC's highest level of risk assessment, we must seize absolute control of the 'gate' before other countries, especially China and Russia, can react."

"My proposal is to immediately order the Third Fleet to join forces with the Seventh Fleet to impose a complete military blockade on Tokyo Bay. At the same time, under the pretext of 'humanitarian aid' and 'maintaining order,' dispatch the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force to be stationed in the core area of ​​Tokyo to physically control any location where the 'Gate' might appear."

Captain Evan Cross listened and nodded.

"From a military perspective, this is the safest option. We must take control of the battlefield from the very beginning."

As a pure soldier, he only thought about the execution of the mission and its success rate.

The current president looked at Roosevelt, who had remained silent.

"Mr. Roosevelt, what is your opinion?"

Roosevelt did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"Gentlemen, when you talk about 'control,' are you referring to controlling the 'door' itself, or controlling the 'world'?"

General Thompson did not hesitate.

"Of course, everything—the key to the new world, and the new world itself. We want it all."

Roosevelt slowly turned back into his wheelchair, a gentle smile on his face.

"A very good answer, full of America's confidence."

He placed his hands on his knees.

"I have no objection. When the opportunity arises, the lion never hesitates. Go for it and let the Stars and Stripes fly in the first rays of sunlight of that new world."

With the approval of this true pillar of stability, the president no longer had any doubts.

He picked up the red telephone on the table, a symbol of supreme power.

"Connect with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff."

.......

Tokyo, the land of cherry blossoms, the Prime Minister's official residence.

"Report! Massive riots have broken out at the ports of Yokosuka, Yokohama, and Chiba! It is estimated that over 300,000 people are storming port controls!"

"Report! Narita and Haneda International Airports are completely blocked, and all flights are suspended indefinitely! Violent clashes have broken out between the public and airport security, resulting in casualties!"

"Report! The entire Shinkansen line heading towards Kansai and Hokkaido is paralyzed! Countless people are clinging to the trains and refusing to get off!"

One secretary after another rushed into the chaotic emergency response meeting room, each piece of news they brought like a heavy hammer blow to the already fragile nerves of the cabinet ministers.

Outside the official residence, the shrill sirens of sirens, the wail of ambulances, and the shouts of the crowd mingled together.

The Pope's global proclamation became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

While the whole world was in a frenzy over the enormous opportunities of the "Mirror World," only the people of the Cherry Blossom Country, chosen as the location of the "Gateway," felt the purest fear.

This place will become a battlefield between gods and demons, an arena for great powers to vie for power, and the center of the world's vortex.

Escape Tokyo!

Within just one hour, this idea became the only consensus among all Tokyo residents.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister!" The Chief Cabinet Secretary grabbed a newly printed report, his hands trembling as he handed it to the Prime Minister. "An emergency assessment by the Ministry of Land, Infrastructure, Transport and Tourism indicates that the national transportation system will completely collapse within twelve hours! Social order... is on the verge of total disintegration!"

The Prime Minister's face was ashen.

"Sakamoto-kun!" He suddenly turned to the other side of the conference table, where Masao Sakamoto, the head of the Holy Grail War Countermeasures Headquarters, remained silent like a statue from beginning to end.

"What about the Ground Self-Defense Force?! Send them into Tokyo immediately! Maintain order! Authorize them to use all available means!"

Masao Sakamoto slowly raised his head.

"It's impossible."

His answer was brief and cold.

"What?!" The Defense Minister jumped to his feet, slamming his fist on the table and roaring, "Sakamoto! What do you mean by this?!"

Sakamoto Masao ignored his roar and simply turned the tablet towards the crowd.

On the screen, an encrypted satellite map is displayed.

On the map, all U.S. military bases in Yokosuka, Sasebo, and Okinawa are marked with the highest level of combat readiness red.

"Just ten minutes after the Pope's proclamation ended, all U.S. military bases in Japan went on high alert. Thirty minutes earlier, the Ronner Reagan Carrier Strike Group, the core battle group of the Seventh Fleet, had departed from its home port of Yokosuka and was currently blocking the entrance to Tokyo Bay."

"Our Self-Defense Forces must now concentrate all their efforts on protecting the country's nuclear power plants, heavy industrial bases, and strategic reserve warehouses outside of Tokyo. If these places are infiltrated or destroyed by foreign forces in the chaos, Japan will truly be doomed."

"As for Tokyo..."

Masao Sakamoto turned off the tablet.

"From the moment it was chosen as the 'door,' it no longer belonged to us."

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

……

Kyoto, China, Ninth Bureau Headquarters.

On the huge screen, dozens of images were also displayed.

There were riots in Tokyo, the US fleet in Tokyo Bay, replays of Vatican press conferences, and an explosive growth in public opinion analysis on the global internet.

Chen Jianguo unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of piping hot goji berry tea.

He put down his cup and turned to the young man next to him who was sitting idly in a chair, playing a match-3 game on his phone.

"Consultant Jiang, stop playing around."

Jiang Mingjing didn't even raise his head.

"Director Chen, let me get through this hurdle; it's a bit difficult."

Chen Jianguo didn't urge him, but just watched him quietly.

A few minutes later, the phone emitted a cheerful sound effect of the game being completed.

Jiang Mingjing Mirror Number One stretched and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Alright, Director Chen, tell me, what's the biggest disaster this time?"

Chen Jianguo pointed to the screen.

"The higher-ups would like to hear your thoughts on this 'mirror world'."

"My opinion?" Jiang Ming Mirror No. 1 walked to the screen and looked at the images with great interest.

My opinion is very simple.

"Who will be the ultimate victor in the Holy Grail War, and what wish he will make, are all questions for later, and are fraught with uncertainty."

"However, the resources in that 'mirror world' are real, so my suggestion is that if we can take it over, we should take over the entire Sakura Country and let the 'door' open directly in our own backyard."

"If we can't eat it, or if we eat it in a very unseemly way, it will cause a global backlash."

Jiang Ming, mirroring number one, shrugged.

"Then let's settle for second best and unite with a few other powerful nations to 'jointly take over' Tokyo, occupy the venue first, and get the tickets."

"As for how much of the resources in that new world can be taken after the Holy Grail War ends, that depends on each person's abilities."

After listening, Chen Jianguo remained silent for a long time.

Because these words hit the nail on the head.

……

In fact, it wasn't just him.

Within just three hours of the Pope's pronouncement, all the players on Earth with sufficient power reached almost the same conclusion as Jiang Ming's Mirror Image One.

The extraordinary is extraordinary.

Reality is reality.