The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

"What's wrong? You look so hesitant."

"Yes, they said they found something important, so they hope to show it to you in person."

This is a more polite way of saying it.

"... "

The wrinkled old face also has more wrinkles as the facial expressions change slightly.

This war criminal who participated in World War II and was considered the longest-lived war criminal, put his hands behind his back, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

His look made Goro Takemura, who was kneeling on the ground, worry for the people in Night City - he hoped that they could come up with something corresponding.

Otherwise they would soon find out the price of teasing the emperor.

After a moment of silence, Saburo Arasaka walked in a certain direction without saying a word.

And Goro Takemura, his personal bodyguard, stood up and followed behind him.

The servants along the way greeted the former respectfully, and it was hard to tell whether the expressions on their faces were caused by respect or fear.

The two quickly walked to a separate room.

Just like any other room, it is spacious and full of Japanese style.

——The decoration and layout here are exactly copied from Saburo Arasaka’s office at the Arasaka headquarters in Tokyo.

Every detail and item is exactly right.

Even the curvature of the branches of the small potted plants on the long table has been precisely measured.

Sitting on his own throne, a huge holographic projection appeared in front of him.

What is shown above is naturally the Arasaka high-level officials who have been waiting for a long time in Night City.

"Lord Arasaka!"

The moment Saburo Arasaka's image appeared on the projection, everyone was startled.

Then he remembered Fujioka Kaoru's suggestion and immediately assumed the Dogeza posture.

And Tanaka, who was at the front, was trembling with fear and couldn't help swallowing.

——He was the representative who presented the incident to Saburo Arasaka this time.

There was no way, as he and Fujioka Kaoru were the only native Japanese present.

Although translation software is very useful these days, it is limited to "listening". Whether the pronunciation is standard is another matter.

If other people were to speak unstandard Japanese in front of Saburo Arasaka, it would probably annoy the other person and end up causing everyone to suffer.

And Fujioka Kaoru had volunteered to go to the scene and watch because of the sudden riot of the black box...

Then doesn't that mean he's the only one left?

Chapter 326 The Hope of Immortality

"I am extremely sorry to bother you during your busy schedule, and thank you for agreeing to our rude request..."

"That's enough. I'm not here to listen to your apology."

Waving his hand, Arasaka Saburo emphasized his tone a little.

But it was this change that made Tanaka's fat body break out in a cold sweat.

"Since you are in this position now, I believe you will not do those boring things for no reason, so I also expect you to produce results that satisfy me."

"Yes, just as you said..."

Tanaka nodded stiffly.

"But because this matter is really too... bizarre, before I explain, please allow me to show you the video footage of the scene at that time."

He gave a look to the member of the counterintelligence department next to him.

The latter did not dare to hesitate and immediately uploaded the images he had prepared in advance.

That was the scene where Arasaka's support team was forced onto the black box during the battle with the Smasher, and then transformed into the Smasher.

In addition to this, there is a scene where after it was retrieved, Arasaka’s internal staff wanted to test it, but were directly shattered by its sudden burst of energy.

"This is……?"

His eyes were fixed on the repetitive images on the holographic image.

Saburo Arasaka could not help but frown: "What are these metal monsters and that black structure?"

He has lived for one hundred and fifty years, but in these one hundred and fifty years, he has never doubted reality as much as he does today.

His gaze turned to the group of people kneeling on the ground.

He knew that these people didn't have the guts to deceive him.

——So, the content is true…?

"Yes, just 14 hours ago, our military base in the east of Night City was hit by a meteorite attack, and the culprit was this black box."

"According to our speculation, this box is very likely not a product of the Earth..."

He recounted the experience in simple and straightforward terms.

As Tanaka spoke, Saburo Arasaka's attitude towards them also changed significantly.

Especially when I heard about Sasha, a special individual whose body was completely healed by the black box after being touched.

Although the change was not obvious, the tone towards Tanaka and the others became a little more friendly.

A feeling of joy arises from the bottom of my heart.

He saw hope, the hope of immortality.

It is not about uploading one's consciousness digitally through relic, but to some extent, it is equivalent to being replaced by a personality with the same character and memory as oneself. It is a compromise that can only be used when there is no other choice.

That is true immortality and eternal life.

Even leaving this aside, judging from the power displayed, as long as Arasaka can continue to produce that kind of metal monster and control it, his power will be visibly improved.

“Where is the black box now?”

"Please rest assured, we have already placed the black box in the Arasaka Tower and have assigned people to guard it 24 hours a day."

"Very good, you did a great job."

A casual compliment made Tanaka, who was talking to him, feel like he had found a treasure.

He knew that his future was secure.

I shouted with all my might: "Yes! Thank you very much for your recognition!"

"..."

The shouts echoed in the meeting.

Saburo Arasaka looked up at him. With such a loud voice, if he was born in his era, he would be suitable to be sent to the navy.

Of course, this is just a thought.

The most urgent task is to ensure that the alien creation really falls into his hands, so as to avoid any more trouble.

"Next, I will have all the Arasaka branches in the United States cooperate with you and deliver it to Tokyo as quickly as possible."

"This..." After hearing what Saburo Arasaka said, Tanaka's face showed some hesitation.

"You can say whatever you want."

"Yes, Lord Arasaka, but I'm afraid we don't have a way to safely deliver the black box back to Japan..."

Seeing that Arasaka Saburo seemed to be in a bad mood, in order to prevent him from misunderstanding that he and others wanted to rebel, Tanaka hurriedly explained:

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you, but the strong electromagnetic waves emitted by the black box will make the surrounding electronic equipment unable to function normally."

"Moreover, the black box itself will also randomly burst out a certain kind of energy, indiscriminately destroying everything around it. The shortest interval is ten minutes, and the longest is one hour."

"We haven't discussed a suitable method for this yet. We are extremely sorry!"

After hearing what Tanaka said, Saburo Arasaka's expression looked a little better.

He could accept this reason.

After all, he also knew that whether it was air or sea transportation, the entire process could not be separated from the use of electronic equipment... especially navigation.

——The United States is not close to Japan.

Without navigation, the driver would probably end up driving off track relying only on his own intuition.

Moreover, considering the fact that it would explode from time to time, it is not impossible for it to sink directly into the sea.

As for traveling by land...

Let’s not talk about whether military technology will come to cause trouble, well, it should be said that it will definitely cause trouble.

The "Arasaka" sign itself is enough to attract people.

For ordinary people, the company's escort convoy is an existence that they should avoid; but in the eyes of those who are interested, such as the desperate gangs like the Luan Dao Society, the company's convoy is a fat sheep.

There are certainly risks, but if you intercept it, you might be able to make a fortune?

Not to mention that there is no direct highway from the United States to Japan!

"Forget it, I'll leave the black box with you for safekeeping for the time being. Remember not to let the news leak out."

"Yes! We will definitely not let Master Arasaka down!"

"Very good, then I will visit Night City soon."

Saburo Arasaka waved his hand and ended the conversation.

The skinny body was leaning back in the chair.

Alien creations...

Immortality...

——Okay, that’s really great!

The corners of his mouth turned up, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.

To be honest, he hasn't felt such deep happiness for a long time.

Even when I participated in World War II, I was flying a plane to machine gun civilians on the ground and drop bombs on the crowd, but it was not half as happy as it is now.

"Goro."

"Yes, Master Saburo."

"Make arrangements for me. I need to go to Night City. Also, don't let anyone else know."

"Yes."

Although Black Box cannot come to Japan, he can still go to the United States.

——He couldn't wait even a minute for this alien creation.

……

and on the other side

After seeing the face of the Arasaka Emperor disappear from the holographic image, the crowd who were squatting in the ground finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not until then that they realized that their backs were wet with cold sweat.

At this time, the door of the conference room opened and "Fujioka Kaoru" walked in slowly from outside.

"It seems that I came back a little late. How is it going? Is everything going well?"

"Fortunately... it's your loss that you didn't get to see Arasaka-sama's face, Fujioka."

Tanaka adjusted his tie, his tone was not particularly friendly, and then he and the others walked out of the meeting room without looking back.

They must be prepared before the master of Arasaka arrives.