Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Many patients here have experienced similar symptoms, including narrowed field of vision, hearing loss, and constant body tremors.

Sumire Muroto then walked over, looking at the police officers lying on the hospital beds:

"You should know what's wrong with them, right?"

"As expected, it's mercury poisoning."

"That's right. With the current medical conditions here, treating mercury poisoning is not a simple matter."

"No, it's very simple."

Isaac placed his hand on the policeman's head, and as a blue flash of electricity appeared, the policeman's pained expression lessened considerably.

"Oh right, I'd completely forgotten you had this ability."

The police officer stared at his body in disbelief, and was about to thank Isaac when he was stopped.

How did your bodies develop this condition?

"I don't know either, but all of us in this situation have one thing in common."

As the police officer spoke, he pulled back his blanket. Although the lights in the gymnasium were very dim, Isaac and Sumire Muroto could still see clearly.

He only has one arm left.

“Yesterday, before Mr. Satomi arrived, we were struck by ‘light guns’ that fell from the sky, and many people died as a result.” As he said this, fear appeared on his face.

Yesterday's battle was too brutal for them; just recalling it was a painful experience.

“I see. So the true nature of the ‘Light Spear’ is concentrated mercury.” Sumire Muroto nodded.

"Then let's get rid of that annoying thing first."

I treated each of the injured people inside, which was a small task I accomplished that day.

Just then, a voice outside said, "Excuse me!" Isaac opened the door, and there stood a man he didn't recognize.

"Mr. Satomi, my commander has something to discuss with you."

You could tell he was a little nervous when he was facing Isaac.

I'll be there in a bit.

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The police force led by my comrade is headquartered in an abandoned middle school building.

The campfire, visible from afar, gradually grew larger in the field of vision, and the semi-ruined middle school slowly emerged from the darkness.

Isaac knocked on the door, and someone opened it and led him inside. They arrived at a staff room.

The extra stainless steel tables in the staff room were gathered in a corner, and the dozen or so auxiliary troops under my command arranged the tables in a "匚" shape. Only a lone chair with a backrest was placed in the center.

The group of people were all wearing exoskeletons similar to warrior armor, and the heat they emitted made the room feel even more crowded.

The atmosphere looked like an interrogation.

"Old man, what brings you here so late?"

Isaac's rude behavior drew angry stares from those around him, but my aunt didn't seem to care and simply gestured for Isaac to sit down.

He said slowly, "Mr. Satomi, perhaps you are right."

"Ok?"

"The Self-Defense Forces really had no intention of cooperating with us, which is why we were picked off one by one by the Gastrea."

“It’s not too late to discover the problem now,” Isaac said, “even though the Self-Defense Forces are gone.”

“It’s too late, because my decision killed too many people. Fortunately, you took most of the police officers with you beforehand.” I sighed as I said this, the faint firelight illuminating his slightly bitter smile.

"Looking back now, I'm actually somewhat relieved."

“My aunt…”

The Initiator, Mibu Asaka, who was wearing a light blue exoskeleton and exuding a calm aura, looked at me, the headmaster, with concern.

“I’m fine.” My aunt waved her hand to indicate that she didn’t care, then looked at Isaac with a serious expression:

“Mr. Satomi, you are a strong player ranked fifteenth in IP, so there is something I must tell you.”

"What is it?" Isaac asked, but then he seemed to remember something. "Is it about Aldebaran?"

I nodded and gestured with my eyes to a person wearing armor standing to the side.

The man quickly understood what was happening and took out a box from the side. Inside the box was a severed arm and a large black knife.

"Yesterday, the megalith suddenly collapsed, and the Gastrea attack was also too sudden. One force charged directly at Aldebaran, and no one survived."

So I spoke, and Isaac listened.

"That unit was almost completely wiped out in the end, with only one man managing to escape. He told me about Aldebaran."

My father's expression turned somewhat grim as he said this.

"Aldebaran is immortal."

"Huh?" Isaac was slightly surprised when he heard the news.

As is well known, Gastrea have an extremely strong regenerative ability, and even the largest wounds can heal in an instant. However, when faced with holmium-controlled weapons, their regenerative ability will be rendered useless.

Therefore, in theory, immortality does not exist.

"Unbelievable, isn't it? The captain of that unit used this knife from the box to slash Aldebaran's head, but the guy didn't fall. The next second, however slowly, the wound began to regenerate."

Gastrea have only two vital organs: the brain and the heart. These organs are virtually impossible to regenerate. The only way to defeat them is to destroy these two organs or use holmium-based weapons that have regeneration-inhibiting effects. This is the ironclad rule when dealing with Gastrea.

"You mean, even holmium-based weapons can't harm Aldebaran?"

"That's exactly what I mean. We haven't told anyone about this, for fear of undermining morale," Wotang said.

"Then why are you telling me this? Are you planning to abandon this campaign?"

“Of course not, I will never admit defeat to Gastrea,” Ido said loudly. “I invited you here today because I have a favor to ask of Mr. Satomi.”

Chapter 318: She's in your hands now.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Isaac asked. "You don't want me to deal with Aldebaran, do you?"

I shook my head: "No, although Aldebaran is difficult to deal with, there is an even bigger problem at this stage."

He took a sip of the tea that Mibu Asaka handed him and continued, "Mr. Satomi, do you know about the 'Spear of Light'?"

"I know, it's the high-pressure mercury that flew in from fifty kilometers away yesterday."

"High-pressure mercury? Is the stuff it emits mercury?" my aunt exclaimed in surprise.

"As the top leader, can't you go to the grassroots level and see for yourself? Many of your police officers have shown signs of mercury poisoning." Isaac pouted. "It must be some kind of gastrulosaur, like an archerfish."

"I see... Anyway, we've been temporarily calling the unidentified Gastrea that suddenly appeared yesterday 'Gastrea X'. After discussing it with the Japanese National Security Council (JNSC) this morning, we determined that the threat posed by this Gastrea is equivalent to Aldebaran, so we named it after the central star cluster 'Pleiades' in Taurus."

This means that the threat posed by this remotely firing mercury gastrulator has reached Stage IV.

“Sure, I’m quite interested in that Gastrea too.” Isaac didn’t mind; it was pretty easy to deal with anyway.

"But what about Aldebaran?"

When Isaac asked the question, everyone around him fell silent, including the initiator of my hall, the girl with long black hair.

I said, “I will personally lead the troops to subdue Bi Su Wu.”

His words carried a sense of fearlessness, as if he were facing an insurmountable enemy, yet he still decided to deal with it personally.

"Oh? What are your chances of winning?"

"It's impossible to estimate, but it's probably below 1%." I shrugged.

Facing a future that he might never return to, the old man showed absolutely no emotion.

“Okay, I understand.” Isaac nodded. “Then give me your exoskeleton armor.”

"what?"

I looked at Isaac with a puzzled expression, and everyone around him was equally bewildered.

"Well, since you're going to die anyway, instead of letting that piece of equipment you're wearing go into Aldebaran's stomach with you, you might as well give it to me as a souvenir."

"Hey! What are you talking about!?"

Mibu Asaka, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and was about to get up and teach Isaac a lesson, but was stopped by my aunt.

“I don’t think Mr. Satomi is the kind of person who would be short of money for a powered exoskeleton.”

"Every little bit helps, even the richest families don't have surplus grain every year."

“I never imagined you’d be so greedy.” My lord looked at Isaac and sighed. “You know, you’re notorious in the industry for using the lives of all the people in Tokyo to blackmail the Emperor during the Hiruko Kagetane incident.”

"They're all just empty titles, nothing to brag about."

"..."

My son is now wondering if he didn't express himself clearly enough, since he clearly didn't praise him.

Isaac glanced at my aunt and said, "If you insist on going, I won't stop you. Although your actions are worthless, since you've made up your mind, there's no need for me to say anything more."

I smiled and said, "That's good. I'll leave 'Angsu' to you."

"it is good."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"Ok?"

Izak looked at him seriously and said, "If I die, could you please take care of Mibu Asaka?"

Before Isaac could even speak, Chaoxia immediately stood up and shouted, "My dear Mr. Tang! What are you saying?!"

Isaac also asked, "Why should I take care of this little brat? Can't your son Yingyan do it too?"

I shook my head and said in a deep voice, "Do you know IISO?"

"I know, it's the organization that ranks us, the really awesome one."

"Its full name is the International Initiator Oversight Committee. Ranking the police groups is just one of their tasks, but their real role is to supervise and constrain the Initiator organization," I said in a deep voice.

"I've heard of that."

It is said that Yeonju also came from there.