Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Kissing her face, she exclaimed. She never expected that the person Isaac brought was a reporter, and that he wanted to interview her.

"Satomi! Why didn't you tell me I was going to be interviewed sooner?!"

Kisara said, embarrassed and annoyed, while his hands were busy tidying up his appearance.

“Boss, you don’t need to go to all that trouble,” Isaac said. “This reporter rushed over, so he didn’t bring a camera.”

"Oh...I see."

Kisaki finally felt relieved, coughed twice, and asked the reporter:

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

"Oh, I'd like to ask President Tendo what his thoughts are on the upcoming war."

"My opinion..." Kisaragi said after slightly organizing his thoughts:

"We have absolute confidence in eliminating the remaining Gastrea and the culprit Aldebaran, I can assure you of that."

The reporter took notes in his notebook, while Isaac nodded in agreement.

He believed that Kisara was the perfect interviewee. As the president of Tendo Civil Security Company, appearing in front of the public as the leader of this major battle would be very helpful for future performance.

As for the issue of Tokyo's population having halved, Isaac naturally already had a solution.

"And one last question, a rather personal one," the reporter suddenly said, "Would you mind asking President Tendo?"

"Huh? What's the problem?" Kisara asked, looking puzzled.

"Is your relationship with Mr. Satomi just that of superior and subordinate? Is there anything special about it?"

The reporter's face showed a gossipy expression.

"A...special relationship? What are you talking about?" Kisara blushed slightly and turned his head to the side, occasionally stealing a glance to see Isaac's reaction.

Of course, Isaac didn't react at all.

"Then let me ask you this," the reporter suddenly leaned close to Kisara excitedly, "Are you two a couple?"

Chapter 316: I'm the Bad Guy

"We're not a couple!!"

Kisara blushed at the question and retorted loudly.

"That's right! Rentaro's bride should be me, not Kisara, that chest-obsessed alien! There's no way he and Rentaro could be lovers!"

Yeonjoo, wearing a nurse's cap, suddenly jumped out.

"Who's a chest-type alien?!"

"A little bit!"

Seeing Kisara's embarrassed and annoyed expression, Enju stuck out her tongue and made a face.

The reporter felt he had discovered some very interesting material.

Just then, a hand touched the reporter's shoulder. He turned around and saw Isaac's kind smile, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Sato... Mr. Satomi?"

"My friend, I think you are a dedicated journalist. Don't report on meaningless news."

"Well... it's not entirely meaningless, everyone is still very interested in your romantic history."

"I have absolutely no romantic history, and I don't even have a girlfriend yet."

"Huh? Is that so?"

"That's it. Okay, now that the interview is over, let's get back to the shelter."

Before the reporter could refuse, Isaac dragged him out of the stadium.

When he returned, he saw a tall figure in a white coat standing in front of him.

"Doctor, what brings you here?"

“I’m here today to manage the medical staff because someone asked me to. Didn’t I tell you before? I’m a genius who’s proficient in all sorts of knowledge. Being a forensic pathologist just happens to suit my interests. In an emergency like this, of course I’m here to treat the living,” Sumire Muroto said with a smile.

“I thought you went to the shelter.” Isaac casually found a chair and sat down.

"It wasn't drawn, it was automatically assigned. Government officials came to my lab and said that I was the brightest mind in Japan and it would be a huge headache if I died, so they offered me the qualification. But I solemnly tore it up on the spot," Sumire Muroto laughed. "Because I believe Brigadier General Isaac wouldn't let me die, right?"

"That's hard to say."

"How ruthless! I was diligently teaching Senju Natsume all sorts of knowledge."

"What about Senju Natsume? Didn't she come with you?"

"That child is very serious. She continues to hide in the lab to study, saying things like 'With Mr. Isaac here, Gastrea cannot invade.'" Sumire Muroto pursed her lips.

"This is just how I usually act, and it gives people a sense of security. You can't learn that."

"Alright, let's not talk about this." Sumire Muroto's expression turned serious as she looked around and said:

"Would it be convenient for you to come out with me for a bit?"

"Oh."

Isaac and Sumire Muroto stopped in the forest not far from the stadium.

"You're responsible for the five million people who died mysteriously in Tokyo, aren't you?"

“Yes, it’s me.” Isaac admitted it immediately.

"You admitted it so quickly. Does that mean you trust me, or that you're very confident in yourself?"

"I am very confident in myself."

"...How did you do that? I examined the corpse; there wasn't a single wound on its body, nor any signs of poisoning. This definitely isn't due to the [Black Rain] as people have speculated," Sumire Muroto asked. "Could it be your alchemy?"

"Yes, I took their souls out directly."

"The soul... This is a realm that modern science cannot fully explore yet, and alchemy has actually achieved this."

If anyone else heard Isaac's words, they would probably just laugh it off and think he was talking nonsense.

But Sumire Muroto didn't think so; she believed everything Isaac said.

“Alchemy and modern science are different,” Isaac explained. “Although alchemy is equivalent to science, the fields involved are completely different.”

After hearing this, Sumire Muroto remained silent for a long time.

After a moment, she suddenly said, "You know what? The survivors in the Tokyo area have changed a lot now."

"how do I say this?"

“Although I didn’t go to the shelter, I still learned about the situation there through some channels,” Sumire Muroto said. “Because of the Self-Defense Forces’ crushing defeat, they have lost trust in the government and are now praying that the police can save them.”

"Oh? That's a good thing."

Muroto Sumire didn't respond, but continued, "In addition, because five million people died inexplicably in the Tokyo area, religions have now sprung up there."

"religion?"

Sumire Muroto nodded: "Yes, it's a religion. They worship Gastrea as gods, believing that they are gods who use them to clear the world of misunderstandings."

"Hasn't this kind of thing been around for a long time?" Isaac asked.

This has been said on some online forums before, but the posts quickly disappeared.

“It’s different.” Sumire Muroto shook her head. “Before, it was just a small organization built by a group of people who wanted to profit from it. Now, many people have come to believe it, and its scale is gradually expanding.”

This is easy to understand. Isaac killing five million people is equivalent to planting fear in the hearts of Tokyo and even all the people of Japan forever. And fear can ferment, eventually leading to actions that are not worth being curious about.

Sumire Muroto continued, "The biggest change in Tokyo is that very few people dare to attack the Cursed Children anymore. The newly emerged cult worships them as divine messengers, while the remaining survivors are afraid that such behavior will cause the police to stop protecting them."

Isaac laughed after hearing what Sumire Muroto said.

"Hahaha, so it seems my plan was quite successful."

"This is considered a success? Don't forget that this was achieved at the cost of five million deaths." Sumire Muroto frowned.

“For me, achieving my goal is enough.” Isaac’s smile began to twist into a sinister grin as he looked at Sumire Muroto with a slightly crazed gaze. “My plan is to create fear through mass deaths, to make people aware of the police’s existence, and to maximize my gains.”

"In other words, the five million people who died were just byproducts for me. Even if I didn't turn them into Philosopher's Stones, they had to die anyway. The value I've created from their deaths is far greater than I expected."

"So, I succeeded."

"...That's exactly what a typical villain would say." Sumire Muroto was speechless for a moment, staring at the person uttering such cruel words.

"So, which do you prefer, the old Tokyo district or the current one?"

"This one." Sumire Muroto answered without hesitation.

“That’s right. Change means breaking the current balance, and the price of breaking the balance is a lot of sacrifices,” Isaac laughed. “If you want to change the world, someone has to be the bad guy, and that bad guy is me.”

Chapter 317: Immortality

"Boss, Yeonju, I'm here to relieve you."

Isaac and Mugen said as they walked back into the stadium.

Although there aren't many patients inside, Kisaragi and Enju have been working here for a long time.

"Wait a mininute."

When Mugen saw Isaac return, he put down his work and handed Isaac some hot towels and a basin.

Do you know how to take care of a patient?

"Has some experience."

"That's good." Kisaragi smiled. "Enju and I also took this time to rest."

"Rentaro, good luck~" Enju waved to Isaac.

After the two men left, Isaac casually walked up to an injured police officer and asked:

"how do you feel?"

"Is this Mr. Satomi?" The police officer opened his eyes with difficulty and tried to stand up, trembling.

"Don't get up yet, you're badly injured." Isaac placed a towel on the man's forehead.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled Mr. Satomi to take care of us personally," he said with a wry smile. "To be honest, I think I can hardly see your face anymore."

Isaac frowned.