I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapter 76-077 Malice

"The secret to immortality is almost complete," Orochi said, flicking his tongue.

"Just a little bit more?! You said the same thing three years ago, year after year, how long do I have to wait?!"

Facing the King of Monsters, whose mere presence could send shivers down the spines of his black-suited bodyguards, the old man showed no fear whatsoever.

In his old age, he could hear the breath of death every time he dreamed. His senses were so dulled that he could no longer feel the fear of monsters, let alone the fact that the monsters needed his help.

"Don't forget, it's thanks to whose grace you and your monsters were able to hide in Tokyo! If I hadn't vacated my underground kingdom refuge, you monsters would have been arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department long ago."

"President, I will always remember your help, but the elixir of immortality is not something that can be achieved so easily..."

"I don't care! You must give me a definite time today, or I will no longer protect you, and I will call the Metropolitan Police Department to drag you monsters out and shoot you one by one!" the old man said arrogantly.

Orochi-sensei also had a headache dealing with this half-mad old man who was fearless as his death approached, and at this stage he still had to coax him.

"Six months."

"No, the doctors said my body might not be able to hold out that long; they'll give you a maximum of three months."

"Three months, okay." Orochi hesitated for a while before agreeing. "But, as I told you, the elixir of immortality requires a healthy person as a living sacrifice."

"It's just one person. Even if it's the national sports championship, I can bring him here."

Upon hearing that the date for the secret to immortality had finally been set, the old man's cloudy eyes cleared again, and his eyes gleamed with pure, extreme greed.

"No, no, no, it can't be a regular human sacrifice."

Orochi-sensei said in a sinister tone, with a hint of malice in his voice.

"To ensure the effectiveness of the immortality technique, the living sacrifice should ideally be related to you, the guild leader, by blood; the closer the blood relation, the better the effect."

"But I only have one grandson, Junfu."

The old man opened his eyes wide in bewilderment and said in a trembling voice.

The old man must have accumulated some great virtue to have a son late in life, and he is the only son in two generations. His son has already passed away, and he only has a grandson in his twenties.

His face, covered in wrinkles, trembled, and he asked with great pain and urgency:

"That beast spends all his time drinking, gambling, and womanizing; his health has long since collapsed. Won't that affect the effectiveness of the immortality technique?"

At this moment, even Orochi felt a sense of apprehension towards this frail old man.

Something came into this world, its pores dripping with blood and other filth, but the old man couldn't even bear to let the blood flow out. The filth had been fermenting inside him for nearly a century, long since turning into an indescribable, rotten pus. Every breath he took polluted the world.

The old man had already obtained everything, but even so, he was still not satisfied and wanted to seize more, such as immortality, which even the emperor could not obtain.

He would even kill his only grandson with his own hands.

"It has no impact."

"That's good, that's good."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the silver-haired butler behind him:

"Go and call Junfu back from the United States, and also call in the national team's nutritionist and medical team to develop a training plan and get Junfu back in good health within three months."

Orochi-sensei's eyelids fluttered, and he said in a voice devoid of any warmth:

"There's one more thing. This time, I need ten living people to conduct the experiment."

"No problem, Kurosaki, go arrange it right away."

"But didn't we just send you five people this month?" Butler Kurosaki hesitated. "It's really a bit difficult to send ten living people all at once."

"Baka! Kurosaki, do you want to thwart my dream of immortality?"

The old man flew into a rage, swung his cane, and smashed it directly on the head of the butler, causing him to bleed profusely.

But Butler Kurosaki dared not dodge or block, instead kneeling on the ground in a dogeza, letting the old man strike his back and head with his cane.

"Those scum who owe the company exorbitant interest rates and can't pay them back, those homeless people on the streets, I can catch as many as I want! If that's not enough, Kurosaki, you can fill in yourself."

"Understood, sir."

After receiving permission, the butler, his face covered in blood, got up from the ground and pushed the wheelchair out, taking the drowsy old man who had just vented his anger.

A few minutes later, Butler Kurosaki returned to the tea room and led Orochi and the Fujiki youkai to a guest room.

"I'll leave the master's recuperation in your care for the next three days. As before, please do not leave your room unless absolutely necessary. If you require anything, please call the phone in your room."

Although Butler Kurosaki wiped his face and head before leaving, he was still bruised and swollen, and the cut on his forehead was still bleeding.

"Thank you for your hard work. Kihara-kun, please treat Kurosaki-kun."

Orochi-sensei spoke to the Fujiki Youkai, who then extended a branch from its body, placed it on Kurosaki's head, and emitted a green light.

A few seconds later, the wound on Kurosaki's face healed without any medicine and returned to normal.

"Thanks."

After thanking him politely, the butler bowed and left the guest room, locking it from the outside.

"Kihara-kun."

As soon as Orochi-sensei spoke, the vine-wood monster immediately understood. Large vines sprouted from its body and climbed inch by inch along the floor and walls, carefully inspecting all the furniture and hidden corners in the guest room.

"There are no listening devices."

"Kurosaki-kun is quite sensible."

Orochi-sensei casually sat down on a guest chair.

"Teacher, are you really going to perform the magic of immortality on that human?" The vine-wood monster approached and whispered.

"How could there possibly be a way to live forever? I was just fooling that old codger," Orochi said nonchalantly.

"Three months later..."

"This country is rotten from top to bottom. We can just find partners when the time comes. With my 'immortality technique' and your healing techniques, there are as many potential partners as we want. Besides, I'm already considering whether to temporarily evacuate Tokyo."

Since April, the situation in Tokyo has changed dramatically. Whether it's the few superhumans who have appeared in Tokyo or the shark-faced monster that has never been seen before, there is an atmosphere of impending doom. Orochi is seriously considering whether to break up the organization and temporarily withdraw from Tokyo to observe the situation.

Before that, some things need to be cleaned up.

For example, recovering valuable experimental samples!

"Has the recycling task been assigned?"

"Yes, teacher. Recently, because the Metropolitan Police Department has been cracking down hard, the only people who can operate in human communities without attracting attention are Tokito and Inukai from the Disciplinary Committee."

"I've already arranged for them to be retrieved. Dead or alive, but they must be brought back with their heads intact."

The vine-wood spirit hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Teacher, that girl is the only lucky survivor; she should be very valuable for research. Why not try to capture her alive?"

As the teacher's assistant, it was well aware that the teacher, like the Yokosuka Port military base, was conducting human experiments.

Organizations cannot compare to humans in terms of human and financial resources, and their methods of human experimentation are completely unscientific, yet their progress is even ahead of that of humans.

Compared to humans who make no progress, these monsters at least have one half-finished product.

Humanity's attempt to analyze the extraordinary through science has been misguided from the very beginning.

"There's no need. That container is almost broken," Orochi said indifferently. "I was hoping she would be a suitable container."

"As expected, the human body cannot withstand my sorcery. The vessel's body has collapsed to its limit and is no longer even qualified to be a vessel. Before she dies, just retrieve her head."

(End of this chapter)