Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

To be honest, Isaac doesn't know what his boss wants yet. All he knows is that she wants to destroy the Tian Tong family. What will happen next? But since his boss runs a company, she needs to make it bigger and stronger.

'For now, let's focus on Tendo Civil Security Company dominating all of Japan.'

"Seriously, don't say things that are embarrassing, you idiot..."

Kisara appeared shy and demure in a way that was different from her usual self.

The two returned to the vicinity of the tent.

Tina and Enju looked at the two suspiciously, their gazes shifting back and forth between Kisaragi and Isaac.

Isaac, who had just returned, was pulled back by Yushu who was standing nearby.

"What?"

“Satomi, I suddenly want to join your team,” Tamaki said earnestly.

"Huh? I don't have any team..."

"I don't care, I want to go with you."

"...What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

"I've found her!" Yu Shu shouted excitedly, "My goddess!!"

"?" Isaac looked at Yushu with an expression as if he were an idiot, completely not understanding what he was talking about.

"So beautiful, her dignified figure is so moving! And she's that legendary police officer superior who defeated Scorpio."

"So you mean the boss?"

“That’s right! Let me join Tiantong Civil Security Company!” Yushu grabbed Isaac’s shoulder, his expression extremely excited.

"Don't even think about it. Our company doesn't want weaklings who are ranked low."

Chapter 299: My patriarch is...

"By the way, boss, do you know someone named Akima?"

That night, the group sat around the fire outside the tent, and Isaac asked Mugen.

“Shōma? Of course I know him. He used to be in the same dojo as us, he was Satomi's senior and also my junior, but I don't know why he left the dojo back then,” Kisara said. “Why would Satomi ask about this name? Is his memory about to return?”

"No, I saw him today."

"Huh!?"

Kisara cried out in surprise.

Where did you see it?

“He approached me right here in this camp, and we chatted for a while,” Isaac said. “Now he seems to be a police officer.”

"I see..."

Kisara carefully recalled Shoma's information.

Shoma's original name was Shoma Nizawa. He was originally a promising student at the Tendo Dojo, highly talented, and was once considered the successor to the Tendo martial arts.

They disappeared suddenly for unknown reasons several years ago.

Now he's suddenly back, and he's even a police officer. To be honest, I'm quite curious about what this person has been through these past few years.

"Speaking of which, I didn't see Xia Shi today," Kisara suddenly said. "Didn't she come with you?"

"Oh, I asked her to check on the construction progress at the school in the outer district. It should be completed in the next day or two."

"Oh, building a school? That must involve a lot of things."

"Yes, the anti-aircraft guns won't arrive until tomorrow."

"I think so too... huh? Anti-aircraft guns?"

"Yes, there's also the M270 rocket launcher. Since it was discontinued more than 20 years ago, it took some effort to get it, but fortunately the price was relatively cheap."

"I'm telling you... do you really want to build a school?" Kisara couldn't help but cover his face.

Ever since he 'lost his memory,' she has been constantly worried about Isaac's thought process.

"Excuse me." A male voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Everyone turned around and looked at the young man who had called out to them.

Judging from the man's attire, he should be a self-defense officer.

"My sergeant and regimental commander have ordered that all police officers participating in the operation assemble in front of the front-line command post at 7:30 a.m.

Isaac took out his phone and checked the time.

It's 7 o'clock now, half an hour to go.

After sunset, the surroundings were completely dominated by darkness.

A simple platform was set up in front of the front-line command post, and campfires burned all around to dispel the darkness.

While listening to the crackling sound of firewood popping, Rentaro turned his head and quietly gazed at his noisy colleagues.

Just how many police officers are gathered here? It seems there are at least five hundred pairs. I just wonder if the figure of two thousand Gastrea versus a thousand police officers is accurate.

After a while, a pair of partners appeared on the stage, causing a huge commotion in the audience.

"Is he my headmaster?"

Isaac squinted at the two approaching figures. He had heard the Holy Emperor mention this person before, so he remembered him.

The information I found shows that his IP ranking is 275, which is among the most powerful in the Tokyo area.

He was a bald, bearded promoter exuding the aura of a martial artist, and I think he was fifty-four years old this year. Among the promoters, who were mostly between twenty and forty years old, he was considered one of the older ones. However, seeing his stern gaze, confident attitude, and straight back, no one dared to tease him as a degenerate old man.

Everyone calls him "a hero who is both wise and brave".

The constant companion by his side, whom Isaac remembered was named Mibu Asaka. Like Kisara, she had straight black hair, but her presence was faint; she was a quiet and serene girl. For some reason, her eyes were always closed.

However, Isaac was more concerned about their equipment.

That thing called a 'armor-type exoskeleton'.

Twenty years ago—around the early 2010s—exoskeletons were heavy armored for bulletproof protection, resulting in slow movement and insufficient battery capacity, making mass production impossible. Although they seemed useless at the time, advancements in high-tech materials such as indium alloys and carbon nanotubes finally made them useful.

Judging from the logos on the equipment worn by my headmaster Masakazu and Mibu Asaka, it should be a product of Sima Heavy Industries.

"I'll go order a set from Weizhi sometime and try it out," Isaac murmured.

Just as Isaac was deep in thought, my patriarch on the stage spoke.

"Gathered warriors!" His voice boomed, "I am the commander, I am Tadashi Watanabe. You were specially chosen to save the Tokyo area. It is my honor to fight alongside you."

After a brief pause, I slowly looked around at the assembled police officers.

Even the promoters, whose members are mostly not good people, didn't dare to sneer or make sarcastic remarks after being glanced at by my tang.

"As you all know, Gastrea can multiply through viral infection, making them a formidable enemy. However, they are not to be feared if we know how to counter them. The Tokyo area is currently facing an unprecedented crisis. There is no one but us who can change that outcome—kill them! It is the duty of you police officers to kill as many of these abominable Gastrea that have harmed our parents, friends, family, and lovers as possible. The victor is king, the loser is villain. Today's history is written by the victors. No one will have any sympathy for the losers."

I clenched my fist and pounded it hard on the podium:

"We will win! As the victors, we will make history! Our page will be in the annals of history. We will defeat the Gastrea, fighting without yielding an inch. We will make our people, our descendants, and the fallen heroes proud of us! — Slaughter those bastards!"

The moment he finished speaking, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted.

Many police officers in the audience were stirred up.

But just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"I have a problem!"

Everyone froze upon hearing the sound, then turned around to look at the source of the sound, while my charioteer frowned slightly.

He spotted the source of the sound.

The punk-haired man with a beer belly became their focus. He was the same guy who had chatted with Isaac at the camp earlier.

"State your name!" My patriarch's voice was full of authority.

“My name is Brick Nigel!” Brick said.

After he gave his name, whispers arose around him.

"It seems to be that robber and murderer."

What is he doing here?

"How dare you talk back to my troop commander!"

My patriarch squinted at him and asked, "So, what's your question?"

“I’ve heard about this before; it’s all a conspiracy by the Self-Defense Forces!” Brick shouted.

This statement caused an uproar in the audience.

Meanwhile, Isaac in the audience wore a strange smile.

"The plan was a success."

Chapter 300: You Should Have Been Heroes

"A conspiracy? What makes you say that?"

My patriarch was frowning as he looked at this man named Brick.

Judging from his appearance, this person is a criminal hoodlum who became a police officer out of financial pressure.

My comrade-in-arms dislikes these kinds of people very much, but looking at the police officers below the stage who are looking at each other in bewilderment, if the problem cannot be solved, it will definitely shake the morale of the troops.

"I'm asking you, we're now under the command of the Self-Defense Forces, am I right?"

"That's right. The Self-Defense Forces ordered our troops to take up positions in the rear and wait for further orders."

“Then I’ll ask you again! Where are the Self-Defense Forces now!” Brick roared.

Everyone present heard his roar.

Everyone turned to look, and on the other side of the distant night, near the No. 32 megalith, the lights were the lighting used by the Self-Defense Forces for their overnight stay.

The distance is far too great.

If the police force is truly expected to be the decisive force, then it should be deployed near the Self-Defense Forces, right?

It was as if they wanted to stay away from a plague; the Self-Defense Forces and the police force were quite far apart, at least one or two kilometers.