National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

The seventh wave of monster siege in the National Fate Space has entered the countdown reset phase.

Japanese positions.

A foul-smelling black wind blew across the yellow sand.

Yamamoto Itto fell into the muddy water filled with black slime.

He closed his eyes and waited for the system to lower the recovery beam.

His right leg bone was broken and the stubble was sticking out, and a large piece of flesh was torn off his left arm.

The four new recruits huddled in a corner, trembling, and no one came forward to help their captain.

The real world.

Tokyo.

The air in the Prime Minister's Office's policy room was heavy and oppressive.

Minister Tanaka slumped in the main seat, loosening his tightly tied tie.

The screen displayed Yamamoto Itto's miserable state before everyone's eyes.

"If no new ability users are added next time, Yamamoto won't be able to hold out for the eighth wave."

The voice of a senior official from the Ministry of Defense was dry.

Tanaka sat up straight: "Contact the United States and buy their superhuman serum. No matter how exorbitant the price or what side effects it might have, get it back for the athletes to use."

The Ministry of Finance official bowed his head and replied, "The bald eagles refuse to trade. They don't have enough themselves, and our foreign exchange reserves are on the verge of collapse."

The meeting room fell into dead silence.

After a long while, a high-ranking officer in military uniform stood up.

"Your Excellency. If the eighth gate falls and the abyssal monsters descend upon our homeland, I propose that we activate Project Amaterasu."

Upon hearing this, all the important officials around him changed color.

"No! Once Amaterasu is activated, the entire surrounding waters will suffer irreversible radiation contamination!"

"Using weapons of this caliber would bring us utter disgrace in the international community. Humanity would despise us, and our own people would turn against us!"

Opposition voices rose and fell.

Tanaka stared at the dark red monster blood on the big screen.

He raised his right hand and slammed it hard on the solid wood tabletop.

A muffled thud silenced all the argument.

"Activate Amaterasu."

Tanaka surveyed the room with a sinister look in his eyes. "Being despised by all of humanity? If we don't do it, the Yamato race will cease to exist tomorrow."

"Only those who survive have the right to be criticized. Those who die don't even have the right to bear the infamy. Do as I say and prepare!"

The command has been executed.

Japanese citizens watched the crumbling earthen city wall in the live broadcast room.

Air raid sirens were tested in major cities.

Death is approaching.

Japanese netizens once again flocked to the live stream room dedicated to China.

Please, China! Help us!

We are willing to relinquish administrative control of all our territories if you extend a helping hand!

[Please, Ancestor Su Chen, give Lord Yamamoto some guidance from afar!]

We're all in Asia; we share similar blood!

My child is only five years old. I don't want him to be eaten by monsters. I implore China to open border shelters!

We are willing to atone for all our past mistakes; please forgive us!

[Whatever the cost, we only ask that China send one Awakened One to provide support!]

Please save our Yamato people!

[...]

Chinese netizens remained unmoved by the screen full of pleas for help.

[Want to live? Go back and take a good look at your history textbooks.]

When you raised your knives, did you ever think about the five-year-old children among them?

[Now you're talking about similar bloodlines? Get lost, you're not worthy.]

The debts of history must be repaid with one's life; this is called the cycle of karma.

[Serves you right! It's best that the city gates are breached; may you meet your Amaterasu Omikami soon.]

Stop your hypocrisy. The Chinese people have no right to forgive on behalf of their ancestors.

[Ancestor Su Chen has unleashed his ultimate move on his disciple; he doesn't have time to deal with you ungrateful wretches.]

Everyone, grab your stools and get ready to watch the fireworks. We're just waiting for your city gates to collapse.

[...]

The two sides clashed in the live chat.

Gao Xiaosong, who had previously gone offline and gone unnoticed, suddenly reappeared.

Live streaming on Douyin.

"We need to broaden our perspective."

Gao Xiaosong looked at the camera, shaking his head.

"I've read the comments online, and everyone's attitude is too hostile. After all, those are tens of millions of living, breathing human lives."

"What historical hatred? In the face of a common catastrophe for all humanity, all of these should be put aside."

"Now that China has the resources and its 1.4 billion people have awakened to the national destiny, it should send people across borders to provide rescue or offer technical guidance on feng shui formations. This would demonstrate our so-called great power demeanor."

"We're all human beings, citizens of this global village. We can't just watch our neighbors get wiped out, right?"

If this were ten or twenty years ago...

These so-called intellectuals buy into this.

hypocritical.

Nausea.

The live stream chat exploded with angry comments flooding the screen.

[What breed of dog are you? Why are you barking like that!]

Why the hell haven't you gone to your spiritual motherland, India???

Is the demeanor of a great power simply using its own people's lives to fill the holes that others can't fill? If you're so full of love, why don't you take a knife and defend the city yourself?

[Traitor! How much dirty money have you taken from foreigners to disgust people like this!]

[The knife hasn't even touched your throat, so what are you pretending to be, playing the saint!]

Our ancestors' twenty-year plan was to protect China, not to act as bodyguards for our sworn enemies!

[What a load of bull, you're not even a global villager! Where were you when they were sanctioning and suppressing us?]

[Quickly shut down this guy's livestream! His face makes me want to vomit!]

Does anyone know where he lives? I just awakened my superpower, I'm going over there right now to beat him up!

Yes! Let him experience firsthand what true love is!

[Uncle Hat won't take care of him, we'll take care of him ourselves!]

[...]

"You're just a bunch of rabble spewing nonsense online. If you're so capable, come and beat me up through the internet!"

Gao Xiaosong sat in his study, ready to continue his long-winded discourse.

Suddenly, a crimson light appeared outside the window.

boom!

A fireball the size of a washbasin smashed through the glass French window and slammed directly onto the solid wood desk.

The wooden desk burst into flames instantly, and the fire spread to the curtains and the bookshelves on both sides.

The flames, imbued with spiritual energy, were a deep blue color and extremely hot.

Gao Xiaosong was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and the folding fan in his hand fell into the fire and burned to ashes.

He crawled out of the study using both his hands and feet, shouting for help.

"Help! Fire! Help!"

He took a bucket of water from the kitchen and poured it out.

Ordinary water cannot extinguish the flames fueled by spiritual energy.

Gao Xiaosong, his face covered in soot, trembled as he took out his phone and dialed 119 and 110.

Ten minutes later.

The fire truck extinguished the fire.

The entire study was burned to a crisp.

Two police officers carrying body cameras entered the villa's courtyard.

A group of onlookers, including Chaoyang residents and neighborhood aunties, gathered around.

"Comrade! Someone is deliberately setting fire! They're trying to murder me!"

Gao Xiaosong pointed at the charred window frame and shouted.

Uncle Hat, holding a notebook, looked at Gao Xiaosong: "Don't get agitated, explain the situation clearly."

"It's an awakened one! It must be those online thugs who don't like me, setting fire to my house!"

Uncle Hat turned to the neighbors and passersby who were watching: "Everyone's around here, have you seen any suspicious people, or anyone using superpowers?"

"Oh dear, it's too dark, I can't see anything."

"Yes, I saw his house suddenly catch fire. Maybe it was a natural gas leak?"

"I think so too. They've done too many bad things in their lives, so they're bound to be struck by lightning by God."

"......."

The crowd chimed in with their opinions.

They all stated that they had never seen anyone.

Uncle Hat nodded and looked at the property security guard who had rushed over: "What about the community's surveillance footage? Let's pull it up and take a look."

The security captain shrugged, looking helpless. "Comrade, this is really unfortunate. All the security cameras around this building are broken today and are being repaired. They haven't recorded a single minute of footage."

Gao Xiaosong, enraged, pointed at the security guard and yelled, "You're talking nonsense! I saw the security camera turning yesterday! You're covering for someone! You're committing a crime together!"

The security captain ignored him with a cold face.

The police officer closed his laptop and said to Gao Xiaosong, "Alright. Evidence collection at the scene is complete. There were no eyewitnesses or CCTV footage. You can go home and tidy up. We'll notify you if we have any leads."

"Wait for further notice?"

The short, burly man glared at the police, his eyes wide, and rushed forward to block their path. "This is blatant inaction! This is a serious criminal case! How long are you going to make me wait?"

The young policeman stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked at Gao Dajin's face, which was covered in black ash.

"Let's wait until Japan disappears from the face of the earth."

After saying that, the two policemen strode out of the villa gate.

After a brief silence.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted outside the villa.

The people of Chaoyang applauded and cheered, and some even whistled.

The short, big man slumped in the flooded yard, his face deathly pale.

The Chinese government has remained surprisingly silent in response to the online uproar.

There was no response to Gao Xiaosong's incident, nor was any diplomatic statement issued regarding the international rescue efforts.

It tacitly acknowledged the voices of the people.

Some people need to be taught a lesson.