Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

After the heavy metal door closed completely, the atmosphere in the hall changed silently.

The originally deliberately created, oppressive lighting from above gradually softened, spreading from a cold, focused halo of light into a uniform, warm yellow light.

The cold, concrete scent in the air was quietly replaced by the hidden ventilation system, giving it an expensive, sandalwood-like aroma.

The lights surrounding the upper corridor were fully illuminated, no longer the overhead lights that outlined the terrifying silhouettes, but bright yet not glaring ambient light, clearly reflecting the faces and clothing of the five people.

They were no longer blurry silhouettes in the shadows, but five well-dressed middle-aged and elderly men and women, as if they had just finished a serious but not particularly special internal meeting.

"Inudou is getting harder and harder to manage."

On the left, a middle-aged man with a peaceful face, who looked like a kind old man, shook his head. He gently straightened his suit cuffs, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, but not much real anger.

"The Police History Compilation Office faction has always been at odds with us, tsk, a bunch of naive, ignorant, and troublesome people. But right now, we really can't do without her. Inudou Ranko's name still carries the most weight in the circle of dealing with those things. As long as she doesn't cross the line on the big scale, some minor losses... or her taking it upon herself to cover something up, are not intolerable."

The middle-aged man, the most composed in demeanor and with graying temples, spoke slowly.

He had the appearance of a white-haired man with a youthful face. At first glance, he seemed to be over sixty years old, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his skin lacked the withered or loose texture of a truly elderly person, instead exuding a taut luster.

His eyes were bright and clear, without the slightest hint of cloudiness, as if his internal organs were still young.

However, for politicians in this world, there is no need for such trouble. Soul restorers are happy to serve them, and a hundred years of life extension is a trivial matter.

If the resurrector is replaced or dies, the person who gains lifespan from the resurrector will also die, and politicians who are hundreds or even thousands of years old will continue to be active in the political arena.

"Getting bogged down in the minutiae is pointless. The existence of the Police History Compilation Office is still necessary for now. The real problem is that we don't yet have a tool in our own toolbox that can completely replace it. Whether it's a purge or a replacement, we have to wait until we cultivate enough capable people of our own."

The one who answered was a middle-aged man with a somewhat large mouth, thin lips, and sharp eyes.

"Hmph, given Inudou Ranko's style of doing things and the rate at which she's exhausted herself, she might not even live to see that day."

As he spoke, a mocking expression appeared on his face.

At this moment, the only female participant raised her head. Her face was well-maintained, but her appearance was hard to describe, resembling a giant of chariot power.

She casually brought up another matter: "I have some friends who really like Miyuki Kawahara's face and her skin. This is perfect, let's just transfer her skin directly to my side. By the way, I need it for tomorrow's ball."

Yes, she was demanding Miyuki Kawahara's skin, which meant that the alchemy technique that could remove skin was also in their hands.

These rulers desperately crave any method of achieving immortality to replace the unstable path to immortality offered by the Resurrectors.

Especially after witnessing a senior lose his life because of the replacement of the soul master, they never let go of any clue that might lead to immortality.

Alchemy is like this, as is the black magic that Miyuki Kawahara used.

Unfortunately, the former was a failure, while the latter was taken away by Amamiya Rin.

The serene-looking middle-aged man glanced at the Chariot Giant and said with a smile, "You want to use her skin? How about we get a different one? I'll take care of her first. The Holy Mother has been in a bad mood lately, and a fresh and beautiful skin might be a suitable gift to cheer her up."

When he mentioned the Virgin Mary, his tone carried a rare air of solemnity.

Upon hearing this, the giant scoffed, looking at the middle-aged man with undisguised mockery in his eyes: "Abe, do you truly not understand women, or are you pretending? Why is the Holy Mother unhappy now? Isn't it because her husband has found a new favorite and is constantly revolving around other women?"

She leaned forward slightly, her words revealing a hint of helplessness.

"You're planning to give her the face of a young, beautiful woman, and the original owner of that face was a national idol. As a gift? What do you mean? Are you suggesting she put it on herself to please that fickle man? Or are you suggesting she should step down? Do you believe that if you give her this gift, the Holy Mother will throw it in your face and make sure you don't have a good six months?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "You've reminded me. This gift is a no-no; the direction is completely wrong. Giving it to a new face… it's like walking into a trap. It seems I really don't understand women. Speaking of which, why would a saint have a husband? And a seemingly ordinary man at that?"

Ampère was genuinely confused.

He had met that man many times. She was just an ordinary principal of a religious girls' school and had not shown any supernatural power. Why would the Holy Mother, who controlled the power of God's punishment, allow that man to act recklessly?

Could it be that the man is a hidden master? Or is he hiding some other power?

Ampère felt that this possibility could not be ruled out.

There are far too many non-human beings disguised as humans.

People who gain supernatural powers simply through special opportunities are relatively easy to deal with, but those non-humans who disguise themselves as humans are beyond anyone's comprehension.

The giant nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Leave Kawahara Miyuki's looks to me. If you're free, come to the ball tomorrow, and I'll use her looks to amuse you."

Abe shook his head and said calmly, "Never mind, maybe next time. According to the plan, I'm going to visit the Holy Mother at Tensei Academy tomorrow. However, I need to reconsider the gift."

"Be careful. After all, Miyuki Kawahara was a public figure, and her disappearance case has just been closed. When using her, make sure to clean up any traces and avoid leaving unnecessary loose ends that might attract attention."

The white-haired, youthful-looking old man gave instructions to the giant of the car.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The giant understood what the old man meant.

The thoughts of the common people are not worth paying attention to, but the thoughts of Inudou Ranko cannot be ignored.

If, by some accident, Inudou Ranko discovers that Kawahara Miyuki, whom she just captured, has inexplicably appeared elsewhere and begins an investigation, then things will get complicated.