Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

He felt that this campaign was a trap for their police officers.

"The Tokyo ward government promised that those who participated in the battle would increase their IP and receive commissions, and even made empty promises such as 'you may go down in history books,' because they knew that only a few would survive."

"Those bastards in Tokyo..."

He now harbors deep resentment towards the Self-Defense Forces and the government.

"Now you know what happens when we risk our lives."

Isaac's smile gradually turned crazed as he uttered his final words:

"They don't care about the lives of our police officers at all."

Brick's expression changed several times before he finally asked Isaac, "Mr. Satomi, what should we do?"

He didn't want to die on this battlefield without knowing why.

Isaac waved to him, signaling him to lean closer.

He did as instructed.

“I’m a police officer too, so naturally I’m on the side of the police,” Isaac said with a low laugh.

“Mmm.” Brick nodded hurriedly.

“If you want to gain the greatest benefit but don’t want to be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield, then you need to do a little bit of work.” Isaac leaned closer to Brick and whispered in his ear, “That is to let more police officers know about this matter and abandon this operation.”

"Huh? Why?" Brick asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't it be alright if we just stayed out of this mess?"

"Then let me ask you, if we're the only ones who leave, and the other police officers stay behind, it's fine if we lose, but what will they say about us if we win?"

He fell silent.

He probably knew that if he left directly, he would likely be called a deserter after the war was won.

“The current situation is that if we rush to the front as they want, and we are wiped out by the Gastrea, the Self-Defense Forces will take the credit and the credit will go to the Self-Defense Forces. People will think, ‘The police are useless. In the end, they still rely on the Self-Defense Forces.’”

Upon hearing Isaac's words, Brick clenched his fists.

This was the first time he had ever felt so frustrated.

“But on the contrary, if the Self-Defense Forces strike first and are wiped out, and then the police finish them off, then people will realize that in the end, only the police can save them,” Isaac laughed.

"So how exactly do we do it?"

“As I said before, persuade more police officers to withdraw from this battle, forcing the Self-Defense Forces to strike first.” Isaac’s smile was unusually maniacal. “Then, when most of the people in Tokyo are dead and the people in Tokyo begin to despair, that’s when you will make your move.”

“This method… is indeed feasible,” Brick murmured.

This way, they avoided becoming expendable supplies on the front lines while still gaining sufficient benefits.

“That’s right. I’m not like those people who shout about honor and justice and then send you to your deaths without a fight. You agree, don’t you?”

"See you there, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

This once arrogant and vicious murderer now looked at Isaac with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Isaac smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were destined for great things.”

"Really!?"

Brick became excited.

For someone like Rentaro Satomi, ranked fifteenth in IP rankings, to speak so highly of himself, he could brag about it for a year.

“Of course, you’re not like those mediocre people outside,” Isaac continued to entice. “What you need to do is relay what I just told you to the other police officers, let them know about the Self-Defense Forces’ conspiracy, and the fewer people involved in this battle, the better.”

"I understand, I'll go right away!"

Brick left his position, thanked Isaac, and began his work.

Isaac remained seated, staring at the unfinished vodka on the table, and continued drinking. The liquor dripped from his wide grin and onto the floor.

"Now, the plan is almost complete."

Isaac turned around and looked in the direction of Tokyo.

"We already have the Blood Emblem, so the next one is 'Circle'."

Chapter 298: On the Eve of the Battle

Time flew by and it was evening.

Because Yanju insisted on not sleeping in the dug trenches, Isaac had no choice but to forge a tent in a deserted place.

Although he himself said he really wanted to lie inside and reminisce about the 'glorious years' of the past.

At dinner time, Isaac and Yanzhu had a barbecue outside, and the ingredients could be bought from the vendors in the camp.

As this camp is a gathering place for a large number of police officers, you can occasionally run into one or two acquaintances.

"Hey, boy, I didn't expect you to come here after all."

The blond-haired, badly dressed Katagiri Tamaki greeted Isaac, with his sister Katagiri Yumizuki following behind him as a matter of course.

"You're here. Are you planning to participate in this battle?" Isaac asked while eating barbecue.

Yu Shu sat down next to Isaac, casually picked up a skewer of barbecue, and said while eating, "I just came to check on the situation. After all, the situation you described last time was really too frightening."

Allowing Gastrea to enter Tokyo and then causing more than half of the citizens to die or be injured... To be honest, even someone like him, who lacks a sense of justice, wouldn't find it so easy to accept.

"So, what do you think of the situation here now?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to participate in this F**K battle anymore. Those damn Self-Defense Forces are just talking nonsense."

Yu Shu's complexion was not very good.

He also discovered that the Self-Defense Forces' purpose was to send their police officers up to deliver the goods.

"The fact that you discovered this shows you're not stupid, so what's your decision?" Isaac asked.

Yushu remained silent, unsure of what to do in this situation.

If it were an ordinary hot-blooded young man, he would have foolishly followed the Self-Defense Forces' orders at this moment, charging headlong towards the Gastrea and sacrificing his life for his country.

However, Yushu was clearly not that kind of person. He had no intention of participating in a war with an almost non-existent survival rate for a meager commission and some empty fame.

After all, the danger of this war is no longer a matter of money.

“If you can’t make a decision, then don’t do it,” Isaac laughed. “You can see how I did it.”

"you?"

"Yes, I have no intention of joining them in this war that offers no benefit whatsoever."

"That really is Crazy. But I heard you've already accepted the Holy Emperor's commission. Won't you get into trouble for acting so recklessly?"

"Of course the task needs to be completed, but she only said to stop these two thousand Gastrea, and didn't tell me that I had to follow their orders."

"Would your boss agree?" Yu Shu asked.

After all, no matter how capable Isaac is, he is still an employee of the police company, and there are some things he still needs to ask the boss for his opinion on.

Just then, a pleasant female voice rang out behind them.

"Satomi's decision is my decision."

Isaac and Yushu turned around at the same time and saw Tendo Kisara, dressed in a black sailor uniform, standing behind them.

Kisara casually tossed his black hair aside and strode over, settling down properly in the center of the crowd before the astonished Rentaro. The sweet scent of his hair immediately filled the tent.

Tina came with Kisara. She smiled and waved to Isaac.

"Boss, are you here to inspect the work?" Isaac asked with a smile.

"Yes, and I also wanted to see if you needed any help," Kisara said with a smile. "Satomi, could you come out for a moment?"

"it is good."

Isaac and Tendo Kisara left the spot after gesturing to Tamaki, who was staring at Kisara in disbelief.

The night was alluring.

In an open space, Mugen and Isaac looked at each other.

"What's up, boss?"

"Satomi, what dangerous thing are you thinking about again?"

"Ok?"

"You've always been like this. You never discuss anything with me and always shoulder everything by yourself," Mu said with a wry smile, her head lowered.

“Boss, it’s really not a big deal,” Isaac said with a smile.

“But every time I see Satomi in danger, all I can do is pray from the sidelines. I hate that,” Kisara said loudly.

Due to health reasons, she was unable to participate in combat for extended periods. In the beginning, when there were only her and Rentaro Satomi at the Tendo Civil Security Company, Rentaro was the one who went on missions.

Every time he went out to fight, he could only hide in the office and hope for his safety, which was an extremely agonizing thing for Kisaragi.

Looking at Kisara, who had his head down, Isaac said, "Boss, have some faith in your employees. At least I'm no longer the Rentaro Satomi you need to worry about."

“That’s true.” Kisara looked up, wiped his eyes, and smiled. “You’ve changed a lot.”

"Don't worry, boss, just leave the rest to me."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But after only a few steps, Mugen suddenly rushed up and hugged Isaac from behind.

"Boss, you..."

"Don't talk, just for a few minutes," she whispered. "Please."

Mokugen hugged Isaac tightly, pressing his forehead against Isaac's back.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

After a long while, Kisara loosened his arms.

"Thank you."

"No, it's nothing."

"Satomi, if you find me a hindrance in the battles to come, please feel free to abandon me."

“I will never abandon my boss,” Isaac said earnestly. “As long as I am in this world, you are my boss, and I will do everything in my power to fulfill your wishes.”