My Romance Simulation with Them

The gene missile has finally been completed.

The male protagonist is also convinced that the gene missile he created can eliminate the monster in one shot.

And that is indeed the case.

The gene missile, under everyone's expectant gaze, slammed into the chest of the monster Thanasis.

However, the moment it was touched, Thanasis's body, which could not be torn apart by missiles or guns, came to a standstill.

Then, the monster let out endless wailing.

The sound was like the agonizing howls of endless sea creatures.

Thanasis, with its back to the sea, eventually collapsed.

It collapsed in the ocean churning with endless nuclear wastewater.

The body began to rot due to the genetic missile, and the same deep red blood as all life on Earth flowed out.

It dyed the ocean surface red.

Just as all Japanese government officials were celebrating this victory in the war—

The monster Thanasis, lying in the nuclear wastewater, suddenly opened its dim eyes again.

It roared again.

It turns out that its genetic makeup mutated because it had been submerged in nuclear wastewater for a long time.

The gene missiles, which were originally highly effective, were of negligible use at this moment.

All the Japanese could only watch in fear as the rotting, monstrous figure rose again.

Destroy their city completely—

Even the Japanese government didn't expect this.

The nuclear wastewater they painstakingly planned to release turned out to be the final straw that broke their backs.

A terrifying, towering figure stands atop the ruins of Tokyo.

The monster, its body covered in countless writhing, rotting muscle tissue, constantly emitted mournful cries while destroying everything around it.

It all seems so ironic.

From the very beginning until now, all it has wanted to do is protect the ocean.

However, just to achieve this extremely simple request, they suffered countless setbacks from the human side.

Just like the words spoken by the male protagonist as he looked at the ruins of Tokyo and felt extremely heartbroken.

"This is a bitter consequence brought about by the Japanese government itself."

A monster born from the ugly human nature of the Japanese government.

Nothing can defeat it.

What's even more ironic is that...

After completely destroying the Tokyo metropolitan area, which represented the Japanese economy.

The mutated Thanasis, due to the excessive speed of its mutation, gradually ceased its life activities.

Just before all vital signs stopped.

Thanasis turned his massive body around and gazed at the distant blue ocean.

There, the place where the mother of all things gives birth to it.

Unfortunately, it could no longer protect it.

The monster stood silently on the earth, its movements ceased.

Yet they love this land more than humans who live on it.

The Japanese government suffered a severe blow after this war.

And because of the conclusion of this incident, under strong pressure from various countries, the Japanese government has decided to cease discharging the planned nuclear wastewater.

Because no one can guarantee that a monster similar to 'Tanassis' might be slumbering beneath the endless ocean.

"That's fine then."

Nanxiang put down his pen, looked at the story that was already taking shape, and nodded gently.

He casually wrote the title on the first page of the graph paper: "The Monster of the Human Heart."

Just like the title suggests.

Thanasis is a monster awakened by the ugly human nature of the Japanese government.

It was awakened by the human heart, and ultimately perished because of the human heart.

Such an ending is both romantic and poignant.

Humanity both won and lost.

The monster lost, but it also won.

This is similar to a heroic ending being placed on a monster.

It seems to possess an indescribable charm.

Because "The Monster of the Human Heart" is just a script similar to a stage play.

Therefore, it has fewer words than "Her Hidden in a Sea of ​​Azaleas".

Nanxiang estimated that he would be able to finish writing it by tomorrow.

Put down the pen and turn off the desk lamp.

Nango lay on the floor mat—this was originally where Shinjo Akane slept, but she was now asleep in her own bed.

He was too embarrassed to wake him up again.

"Let's do the third simulation tomorrow."

I simply opened my phone and glanced at the time.

After realizing it was already 1 a.m., Nanxiang slowly closed his eyes.

Um--

I am still just as excellent as ever today.

Chapter 138. The Southern Countryside is Too Dirty! (4000 words!)

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

According to your usual biological clock.

When Nanxiang woke up.

Akane Shinjo has left.

No one knows what time the woman left, she didn't even leave a note.

Nanxiang yawned, seemingly unconcerned.

After a quick wash, I went out for my morning run.

After a night of typhoon activity.

The streets were a mess.

Household trash scattered everywhere, broken branches and leaves blown up by the strong wind...

Some people say that the streets in Japan are very clean, and you can't even see cigarette butts.

He must have been referring to the residential area – after all, there are usually local organizations that clean it regularly.

However, in reality, in Japan's bustling city centers and pedestrian streets, food scraps are scattered everywhere, especially at night.

A drunkard in a daze, or a young person who's completely hyped up and whose brain is fried, won't care about your manners.

Run the route as usual.

He returned home when he was in Nanxiang.

Your physical condition has improved slightly; your current fitness level is 7.

Another perfect day.

After admiring his usual handsome appearance in the mirror, Nango ignored the 'narcissism boost' prompt and headed towards school.

Enter the classroom.

He spread out the paper and began writing yesterday's script.

The general outline has already been clarified.

Therefore, when writing in the south, he was very decisive and almost without any pause.

In just half an hour while waiting for class to start, he had already finished writing a large part of the opening plot.

It seems that I underestimated my typing speed when I said last night that I would finish writing it all in one day.

If I keep writing like this, I feel like I can finish it by noon.

As the teacher opened the door and entered the classroom, Nango Toki, who had stopped writing, pondered this.

And on the other side.

"Hey--"

With a soft sigh, Akane Shinjo propped her chin on her hand and looked out the window.

She was thinking about the 'script' that Nango had mentioned.

At the same time, I felt some regret.

Why did I agree to his request so inexplicably?

Even though I have a lot of things to do myself.

She was sighing and complaining over there.