The Strange Cat from Fuuto

Driven by curiosity, Sengoku Ryoma took a sip of his coffee and asked, while the director, still holding his coffee cup, said, "With such great power, none of this would have happened today, and we might even have been able to retaliate against them."

"But all of this still happened. In the end, it was because of our weakness and powerlessness that such a tragedy occurred."

The director, his knuckles white as he gripped the water glass, had a very gloomy face. Having witnessed the destruction of the headquarters and seen his subordinates crying out in despair, this director, who had always shouldered the responsibility of disaster relief, felt an indescribable bitterness and despair from the bottom of his heart.

"Guihu...."

Before Zhan Ji Lingma could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose inside the tent.

A strong wind blew in, and the three directors had no choice but to cover their faces and shrink back. Everything inside the tent was blown about and tilted, and even the tent itself cracked in several places.

This is a high-quality field camp tent that can withstand thunderstorms.

With a whoosh, Miku, whose cloak billowed, looked at the two men and one woman in front of him with great interest: Peach, who liked to follow and train strong people; Dr. Sengoku Ryoma, the genius who hand-crafted the driver; and Melon, the director who always had a gloomy look on his face and a cold expression, but eventually married the silly orange sister.

"Hey, we meet again!"

Miku casually sat down at the table behind him, watching the three people's expressions with great interest.

A flicker of fear and deep hatred crossed the director's face. Peach Sister, on the other hand, looked at Miku with interest. Unfortunately, this face always reminded Miku of another executioner she had worked with back in Fudu, the jumping insect girl dressed in Lolita fashion.

The most crucial person Miku was looking for this time was Sengoku Ryoma, the father of the Sengoku Driver and Genesis Driver. Dr. Ryoma looked at Miku with deep fear and curiosity.

What are you doing here?

The director, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, asked in a low voice. Miku, stroking his fangs, casually replied, "I just need your assistance with something."

"Need our assistance?" The director roared with a sneer, "You've done such outrageous things to us, and you still want our assistance? What kind of joke are you?!"

"Oh my gosh, those eyes are terrifying!"

Miku waved his hand, his tone tinged with fear, but his eyes quickly turned cold as he lowered his head: "When did I say I needed your permission?"

"you...."

The director, momentarily speechless, wanted to explode, but the desolate and bleak scene outside prevented him from speaking.

"Alright, Guihu. Let me handle this!"

Sengoku Ryoma, who had the director behind him, looked at Miku warily, even though he had a fundamental disagreement with Gojima Takatora and was planning to give up on him.

But given the current situation, we must put aside our differences, because if we don't handle it properly, the three of us will die on the spot.

There are countless people who want to make contact with the other party, but since the other party has approached them, it means that they have some value to be used.

"We can make good use of it!" Zhanji Lingma, his eyes gleaming, was about to speak when Miku raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't try to distract me with words. I've said it before, I won't ask for your opinions. All you can do is agree to do things for me, or choose to refuse and then be killed by me."

Choose now!

Miku shrugged, arms outstretched. Sengoku Ryoma's words were stuck in his throat, and his face gradually darkened. He forced a smile and said, "Then what can we do for you?"

"One hundred Battle Drives!"

"what?"

After hearing Miku's request, Sengoku Ryoma was somewhat taken aback. He really didn't expect that the other party would ask him for the driver. Logically speaking, someone as strong as the other party wouldn't want his driver.

"Could it be that the Sengoku Driver has some use that I haven't discovered yet?"

Sengoku Ryoma, his mind racing with thoughts, froze in place. Seeing his expression, Miku impatiently crossed his arms and said, "Don't overthink it. You'll soon find out why I need the Sengoku Driver."

"In addition, these one hundred drives must be fitted with locking devices!"

After adding his final request, Memiku thought for a moment and then said again, "I also want your newly developed lock-on vehicle."

"You only have three hours to prepare. If I don't see results after three hours, I will destroy this camp!"

After he finished speaking, Miku's figure turned into bubbles and disappeared in front of the three of them.

"asshole!"

The director kicked the chair aside, his face contorted with anger. Zhan Ji Lingma sighed helplessly, "He's really arrogant. It doesn't feel good to be ordered around like this!"

"What else can we do? The other side is stronger than us. In this situation, we are at their mercy and have no choice but to accept it."

Sister Peach crossed her arms and stared blankly at the tent entrance, lost in thought.

Sengoku Ryoma scratched his chin: "I'm really curious about what this guy's purpose is!"

........

Atop a high-rise building in Sawame City.

Miku, having deactivated her transformation, squatted on the edge of the rooftop, enjoying the night breeze. Having made up her mind to get involved, Miku was determined to do it to the best of her ability.

Obtaining the Sengoku Driver is just the beginning, and also preparation for the survival game. After all, without equal conditions, the fun of the survival game will be much less.

"It's so beautiful!"

Looking up at the moon, as large as a silver plate in the night sky, Miku's tail swayed gently, and the bright moonlight shone down on the world, covering everything with a veil.

"I wonder if Silly Orange can handle it. If I accidentally kill him, that would be a real sin!"

Miku, who had spent three hours on the rooftop, slowly got up, transformed into a monster, and disappeared from the rooftop shrouded in black mist.

At the World Tree camp, the director guarding a container remained expressionless. A faint ripple appeared in the air, and as black mist emerged from the void, Zhanji Lingma's eyes narrowed: "They're here!"

Miku, emerging from the black fog, glanced at the container beside the director and smiled silently.

"I am very satisfied with your cooperation."

After swiftly hoisting the container onto his shoulder, Miku mysteriously said, "So here's a piece of advice: enjoy the moment."

"After all, you don't have much time left. Soon everything will change!"

Chapter 8: The Survival Game Begins

Heim Underworld Forest, Fimsim Ruins, between the thrones of Bea.

"Everything is ready!"

Miku sat before his throne, toying with a Lock Seed in his hand, while Baiya held the Sengoku Driver that Miku had obtained from the World Tree Foundation.

"What an ingenious creation! It seems that in the short time since the humans of this world discovered the Helheim Forest, they have already figured out the corresponding strategies and evolutionary methods!"

"Well, humans are an extremely creative race. Although there are a lot of messy and messy things, it's still pretty good overall!"

“I thought you would hate humans. I learned about your race’s situation in human society from the snake.”

"Shouldn't you, who are treated like pets, resent them?"

In response to Bai Ya's question, Miku shrugged and said, "I don't care. It's survival of the fittest anyway. Besides, pets are lucky to survive, why ask for anything more?"

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Is everything ready on your end?!"

"We're ready to cooperate with you anytime, it just depends on when you launch your plan." Bai Ya raised his hand, and several figures instantly appeared around him, lurking in the thick darkness of the night.

"That's fine then..."

Miku stretched and leaned back, constantly opening and closing the lock seed in his hand.

"I wonder if these little cuties are ready. What awaits them is a survival game to fight for the throne of the gods!"

.......

The next day, the sun rose from the sky as usual, and sunlight shone down from the heavens, illuminating the world. The city of Sawame awoke from the darkness and quickly became vibrant with life.

"Manager, I'm off to deliver goods!"

A smiling Silly Orange stood beside a delivery cart, stretching and moving his body with great enthusiasm.

"Snapped!"

After fastening the Sengoku Driver to his waist, amidst the strange looks from passersby, the silly orange-clad girl, wearing a pale yellow coat, proudly held the Orange Lockseed in her hand as if showing off a new toy.

"Shh!"

Strike a cringey pose, a big smile on your face, and the perfect distance between your legs!

"Transform!"

With a drawn-out tone, Silly Orange pressed the lock, and the lock opened, emitting the chant: "Orange!"

"Crack!"

After embedding it into the drive, Silly Orange pressed the lock in, "Lock On!"

A circular, restrictive crack opened above Silly Orange's head, and an orange-shaped armor piece fell from the sky and landed on Silly Orange's head.

Energy, like ripples of water, surged from the armor parts and merged into Silly Orange's body, forming a layer of riding suit on his body.

"Orange Arms!"

“Ikebana On Stage!”

The quick-opening armor parts fit perfectly into various parts of Silly Orange's body, transforming into protective armor.

"hey-hey..."

Amidst the astonished gazes of passersby, Sha Cheng smiled at the dumbfounded shop owner and said, "Boss, I'm off to deliver goods!"

"Forehead...."

The boss, unsure of what to say, watched as the silly orange figure shoved himself into the delivery truck, which was essentially a small scooter with a roof.

"Oh!"

Before the silly orange truck, which had been pushed through the roof, could even settle in properly, it overturned to the side.

"Thump..."

The toy train, overturned and lying on its side, was still spinning. The shopkeeper looked at his truck with pity: "It's still a child! How could you be so rough with it?!"

"Sorry, boss!"

Silly Orange, who was reaching out his hand to the boss, chuckled awkwardly and said, "Could you give me a hand?"

"It's stuck, hehehe..."

But the boss had no intention of helping him, because a huge figure appeared in the sky above the city, like a demon god, enveloping the entire city.

"Hey boss, give me a hand!"