Unjust Anime, but with Death Note

"Hmph..." Light Yagami remained calm and continued walking towards the station.

If you want to track him down, then go ahead. All the preparations are already made. Tracking like this won't catch him. It won't be long before they give up because they can't find any clues on me.

But… not this.

For a few days, Light Yagami had been feeling a faint sense of being watched. It was a subtle feeling, as if he had been placed on a large hunting list under the influence of some supernatural power, but with the help of the system, he was finally able to counter this ability.

When facing the police who were following him, the Death Note's authority was not fully released. In other words, the magician player with the clairvoyant eye was not from the police or public security forces.

“So, there is only one truth.”

Behind Yagami Light, a Wuling Hongguang van slowly drove up. Yagami Light didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking it was just an ordinary van.

But when the Wuling Hongguang slowed down and drove parallel to Light Yagami, and rolled down the window to reveal a group of tattooed bread men with malicious smiles inside, Light Yagami realized that these were the source of his worries.

This is not...

"Hey, buddy, where are you going? Do you want a ride?"

"Information-type psychic power detected, Death Note: Full authority released."

"Liberation completed, please feel free to use it"

"Death's Eye has been unlocked; you can use it an unlimited number of times; your figure will choose to be captured by the camera; your hair will choose to fall off; your..."

As Light Yagami listened, he gave the bread man in the Wuling Hongguang a gentle and kind smile: "Is it really possible? That...that couldn't be better~"

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Shibuya, Tokyo.

The sun is shining brightly, and it is a rare good day after many days of clouds.

Mention Shibuya, and the first thing that comes to mind is gyaru (gals). Through the lens of anime culture, people are more or less curious about Shibuya's gyaru culture. They imagine beautiful girls with a perfect figure, wearing puffy socks and flashy accessories, strolling down the street...

In reality, cultural filters aside, the real Shibuya gyaru... their appearance isn't exactly horrific, and it's more than worthy of the phrase "the enemy is happy and the loved ones are sad." They're artificially dyed to achieve what they call a healthy, dark tan, with carrot legs and a short, stocky figure.

Just like what Hayakawa Kiyo is facing in the open air venue right now.

He thought he was quite generous with his food, but after seeing the bizarre Shibuya hotties below, he couldn't help but feel nauseous. Even if he tricked such people into joining the church and exploited them, he was worried that their dark nature would spread to other loyal believers.

Such a Shibuya hottie could never be recruited into their church which is a Yakuza organization.

"I must make a suggestion to the leader. From now on, the church must also conduct a political review before recruiting anyone! Anyone with a Shibuya Hottie in their immediate family is not allowed to join the church, lest these black people sneak into the organization and taint the purity of the church!"

"If you want to join the Yakuza, don't let your relatives have disgusting creatures like Shibuya Gal."

Despite thinking this in her heart, Hayakawa Kiyo still put in enough effort on the surface. When she walked into the backcourt, she waved to the fat sheep below that were shining like gold coins, exuding her affinity.

Fortunately, the weather is still good, which also symbolizes that my position in the organization and my future life will be as prosperous as the sun!

The good mood that was ruined by the Shibuya hottie has recovered somewhat.

But Hayakawa Kiyo still had something on his mind. He called over one of his men and asked, "How's the investigation going with the Ministry of Self-Government?"

"Hey, Minister Hayakawa, don't worry. The people from the Ministry of Home Affairs said they've locked onto the target and will send their men to capture him today. They'll secretly detain him at the Chiba branch church and wait for your return to decide."

"Hmm..." Hayakawa Noriyo nodded, feeling relieved. He casually asked, "Who is the other party?"

"The people from the Ministry of Self-Government wouldn't let us get involved, saying only those within their ranks have the right to know. But a friend of mine who's also in the Ministry of Self-Government told me that Minister Duanmu hadn't confirmed the identities of the other party this time, and that there were seventeen of them in total..."

"He will find the people you want, Minister Hayakawa, and then force the rest to join our church."

The subordinate smiled sinisterly. To put it nicely, it was forced into joining the church. To put it bluntly, it was like forcing someone to pay a ransom and draining their family property.

"Tell them to do things quickly. It seems some unknown force has been secretly investigating our Chiba Shinrikyo recently. Don't reveal any flaws, otherwise... those who understand will understand."

"Understood, I'll tell them right away!" The subordinate nodded repeatedly and turned to leave. Behind him, Hayakawa Kiyo's voice commanded: "Tell them that if it's related to Shibuya Hotties, they can get out if their money is squeezed out."

After confirming these trivial matters, Hayakawa Kiyo's heart finally settled down: "People live to find peace of mind~"

He stood in front of the mirror, checked his appearance one last time, brushed his hair, and smiled with satisfaction. He adjusted his collar, turned around, and walked step by step towards the high platform that had been set up at the front desk.

As he walked, he reviewed the memorized script and the accompanying movements in his mind. This was a missionary church, after all, so he couldn't be careless. This affected his performance review and commissions, so he had to maximize his conversion rate.

His goal is to become like a certain oil removal expert, give an inflammatory speech, and then make all these idiots in Shibuya become believers and give away all their property!

Hayakawa Kiyo thought so happily, lifted the door curtain, and waved to the noisy crowd below with a smile.

But from the moment he stepped out of the door, a faint red light appeared in the depths of his eyes, and the lines, actions, and routines that he memorized by heart were replaced by content that was completely unknown to him.

What could it be?

"I think I forgot something important?" Hayakawa frowned secretly, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Anyway, I remembered the content of the speech, so the other things should not be a big deal.

It was after he took office that the church venue was surrounded by teams of fully armed police.

They were wearing uniforms with the word "POLICE" printed on them, which made it clear that they were police officers and not terrorists. However, the appearance of this group of police officers was really terrifying, wearing helmets that completely concealed their faces, and their whole bodies exuded a cold metallic luster.

The leader was a woman with a slender figure. Even beneath her baggy special operations uniform, her curvaceous figure was clearly visible. She led the operators to the highest point of the arena, facing the platform. Amidst the questioning and exclamations of the staff inside, she simply waved her hand, and the staff left the room like puppets untied.

"Time, 09:07, last two minutes until the special operations operation."

Makima loosened her wrists, and the layers of golden lines in her eyes, hidden under the helmet, reappeared, like one golden sun rising after another.

Ji Ye, who was standing beside her, didn't dare to breathe. In the end, she was the only one who got hurt. She had to resist the pressure from Makima alone in this room.

"This time, the intensity is far more terrifying than any previous one... I've never seen Miss Makima like this before."

On the high platform.

Hayakawa Kiyo wore a smile that she had practiced countless times, and waved to the sheep below, thus suppressing the tsunami-like applause caused by the supporters arranged among them.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet~"

"I know everyone is eager to join our Truth Church today. I know you're anxious, but don't be hasty!"

"Our True Light Church has always upheld the ideal of 'saving the souls of the world and preventing them from falling into hell' since its establishment..."

pat, pat.

The venue's clock stopwatch kept ticking until it reached twelve, causing the minute hand to move forward one position.

【09:09】

At the same time, the Yukinoshita family, Hayakawa Aki, and people who were interested in the Shinrikyo cult all had their eyes fixed on the images playing on the TV.

Hayakawa Kiyo, who had been speaking excitedly, suddenly stopped. A red light flashed in his eyes, and after a pause, he changed the subject: "But before that, I would like to confess to everyone about myself and the sins of our Shinrikyo..."

Standing before Hayakawa Kiyo, the senior members of the San Min Church, tasked with protecting and monitoring her, stood still, unmoved. Meanwhile, the congregants and potential members below were buzzing with discussion. They wondered what the sins entailed, as evoked by the Truth Church's branch leader in the stands.

"Next, I will expose the darkness within the Truth Church! First, there will be human experiments on the Apocalypse virus... We will forcibly implant the Apocalypse virus into the human body..."

There was an uproar.

At the highest point, Ji Ye subconsciously glanced at Makima, but found that she was just folding her arms around her chest, listening quietly, and didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.

Ji Ye reminded quietly: "Ms. Makima, aren't you going to take action? Kira should have taken action by now."

"I'm very interested in the dark secrets he's talking about. Besides, right now, Kira is just manipulating his actions before his death. The real stage hasn't arrived yet."

"Only then, and only then, can I trace back to Kira."

Makima's vision was not limited to the venue in front of her. The perspectives of animals large and small across Tokyo were constantly transmitted to her brain, undergoing a dual screening of vision and smell.

If such a complex and vast project were carried out by a human body, it would probably collapse in no time. However, Makima...is not a human in the traditional sense. Although it has human emotions and a human body,...

At this moment, the headquarters of the Shinrikyo Church is located in Minami-Aoyama.

In an extremely luxurious room, a bearded man was lying in a pool of wine and a forest of meat, surrounded by beautiful women, all of whom were women offered by loyal followers.

The smile that had graced his face a moment before froze completely the next. The face that always maintained a genial smile in front of the congregation gradually became ferocious, twisted, and darkened. A terrifying glint flashed in his half-closed eyes, and his hands unconsciously tightened, squeezing the steamed bun in his hands until it turned purple.

"Damn it! How dare Hayakawa Kiyo!"

The chief leader Asahara Shoko's hands continued to exert force, and the roughness of his hands dug deep into the delicate skin of the white bun. Amidst a painful wail, blood marks were left on the white bun.

Asahara Shoko had a golden dream: to win a majority in the Japanese Senate, to defeat both the Liberal Democratic Party and the Komeito Party in the election, and to become the man at the top of Japan as the leader of the Truth Party! He wanted to make all of Japan his plaything!

Right now, it's a crucial time to prepare for this grand plan and the election. Damn Hayakawa Kiyo, how dare he expose the darkness within their True Truth Church in public!

He doesn't want his life?

Asahara Shoko thought of a lot of things, and his first guess was that it was people from the other two major factions who had instigated the rebellion.

But... without time to think about it, Asahara Shoko quickly dialed the phone.

"Is the surveillance on the scene broken? Stop Hayakawa Kiyo immediately! Have the TV station stop filming! Also, have the people from the Chiba branch destroy all the materials that need to be destroyed! We absolutely cannot let any outsiders capture any of this information!"

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Volume 1: 72 Makima’s Death (6K)

Hayakawa Kiyo's speech was unaffected by his own will. His eyes now revealed an unprecedented enthusiasm, as if he had seen the only true God in the world. Someone like him should not have any faith, but what was this enthusiasm in his heart?

Yes.

Save the souls of the world and throw yourself into Kira's arms.

Now he is atonement to Kira and offering his loyalty to Kira!

Hayakawa Kiyo's poignant speech revealed further details of the dark underworld, becoming increasingly explicit, dark, and horrifying. He orchestrated kidnappings and detentions, including cases involving bodies being submerged in concrete and the use of the Apocalypse virus to develop specialized drugs.

After the initial commotion, the believers at the scene were now completely enraged. They discovered with horror that the Truth Church they imagined was not the same as the Truth Church in reality. Although there were still paid Truth Church diehards in the crowd to maintain order, the general trend was irreversibly changing.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Truth Church cannot be like this. There must be some misunderstanding!"

"Hey everyone, don't you want to save souls?"

"This guy is a traitor. Everything he said is fabricated. Only Master Asahara is the true representative of the truth!"

But these dissuading remarks could not stop more and more people from getting up and preparing to leave the church. This was not the paradise they imagined, but the entrance to hell.

On the high platform.

Hayakawa Kiyo's mouth was dry, but at least he had finished sharing the dark secrets surrounding these untouchables. He seemed to have lost all ability to think, with only one principle in mind: Kira's orders were supreme.

Kira's order was for him to tell all he knew about the Truth Church without reservation. In the process, Kira would bestow upon him endless holy fire to cleanse his sins. This holy fire was not spiritual in nature, but a real, karmic fire that would burn him to death!

Just like what he felt now.

"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming! The cursed fire bestowed by Kira-sama!" Hayakawa Kiyo's eyes grew increasingly frantic.

Anyone who focused their attention on Hayakawa Kiyo would have noticed white smoke rising from him. A burning smell began to spread from the front row of the venue.

The church members smelled a burning smell but could not find the source of the odor.

until--

"Everyone, look at me!"

Hayakawa Noriyo roared crazily, spreading her arms wide. Even the three surveillance officers in front of her, their hands stained with blood, did the same. The four of them moved in unison, as if they were performing some sacred ritual.

The white smoke rising from Hayakawa Kiyo's back grew thicker, so thick it was hard not to notice its presence. Like the steam produced by a giant after its transformation, Hayakawa Kiyo was about to enter his own transformation phase.

Such a strange sight made those believers who were wavering and thinking of giving up stop and wait to see this "qigong" that seemed to exist only in legends.

“Kira——!!!”

"It's real!"

bang——

The fire of karma began to rise.

However, this flame, unlike the flames in previous self-immolations, seemed much gentler. Only the upper body was slowly burning, a layer of rootless fire floating on the surface of the body, burning away the clothes on the four people's upper bodies.

What kind of expression was on Hayakawa Kiyo's face?

The piety of a pilgrim, the pain of being burned by the flames, and the hysterical madness of constantly exposing the truth about himself, these three expressions intertwined on his face.

"Kira? What is Kira?"

"No, I don't know! This is so scary. What's going on with Master Hayakawa? Why is he on fire?"

There was another round of discussion in the stands.

"This is the karmic fire that Kira has bestowed upon me! Kira is washing away the sins within me! Lost and untouchable people, do you see clearly?!" Hayakawa Kiyo's voice was distorted by pain, but he persisted in shouting, "Next, I'm going to reveal an even bigger secret! About Chiba, about the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and the crimes of those pig-like tax thieves!"

The flames began to rise once more, and Hayakawa Kiyo's skin began to char, splattering with a sound like oil sizzling on a barbecue. The orange-red flames burst out of his body and moved across his surface.