Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

His mind raced, pondering various possibilities. He became cautious with his breathing, continuing to pretend to drink water, while secretly moving one hand under the pillow.

Are you sure you want to resist?

A suppressed, strange sound rang out.

The figure stood up from the chair, slowly emerging from the shadows, revealing itself in the faint glow of the nightlight, showing its all-black attire.

In an instant, with just one glance, Shimizu completely lost the courage to resist.

"Demon in black robes, demonic mist!"

His aged voice uttered the title in a low, incredulous tone.

Yes, standing in front of him was the black-robed demon mist (Nobita version) dressed as a Ringwraith.

For a split second, Qing Shui almost peed himself.

Anyone who suddenly wakes up and finds a notorious killer standing next to them would find it hard to remain calm.

Roughly estimated, at least several hundred people have died at the hands of the demonic mist. This is the official figure; who knows if the authorities might try to downplay the number to avoid causing further panic?

Therefore, for such people, killing a person is not much different from eating a piece of bread.

If he displeases them in the slightest, they will never see the sun rise the next day.

With trembling hands, Qingshui struggled to put down the water glass, and a fawning smile appeared on her wrinkled old face.

"My lord in black robes, how can I help you? Just tell me, and I will do my best—no, I will definitely do it properly and beautifully for you!"

He knew that the other party's visit late at night was definitely not to scare him, and if they wanted to kill him, they could have done so while he was asleep. So, it must be that the other party had something to entrust to him.

So all he has to offer is money, and even compared to chaebols, his money is really nothing to brag about.

But since the demonic mist still chose him, it means that he has an advantage that others do not have!

He even felt a surge of excitement; perhaps he could use this opportunity to make contact with extraordinary beings! Even if he couldn't regain his youth, he might be able to alleviate the suffering of his aging body.

This is something that money can't buy.

It's better than giving it to a spendthrift son and paying inheritance tax.

"You are very smart."

Nobi Tomoyoshi took a few steps forward so that he could see more clearly the "genuine quality" of his goods.

Disguising themselves as demonic mist is really convenient for these villains; they don't even need to make any intimidation efforts, and the other party will immediately submit.

This identity is so useful!

"It's all just petty cleverness, petty cleverness." Qingshui didn't understand what Yaowu meant by that, so she quickly said modestly.

Nobi stared at him silently for a few seconds, until he was about to have a heart attack, before finally speaking again.

“I know you have a fake charity.”

"Now you have a real chance to atone for your sins."

"In Gukou, which was bombed a few days ago, forty-three families were resettled in the official refugee camp."

“You will donate 200 million yuan to each household free of charge in the name of a charity.”

Shimizu's eyes widened, and he almost blurted out "Impossible."

But he knew he couldn't say it, so he had to keep those words to himself and swallow them down with difficulty.

His smile looked worse than his tears.

“Okay, I will definitely do it! I will make sure that every household receives 200 million yen, and I will also pay the taxes.”

His heart was pounding.

That's over 10 billion yen!

It was almost all the wealth he had accumulated in his lifetime.

But if I can use these external things to connect with the extraordinary, then it's worth it!

Although he still didn't understand why he had to atone for those people, since he hadn't given the bombing order and hadn't lured the monster out!

Unless the atonement referred to in the black robe is his attempt to cover up and his inaction regarding the nuclear power plant leak many years ago.

But he wasn't the culprit; he was just pushed to the forefront as a scapegoat.

Nobita seemed satisfied with his performance, nodded slightly, and slowly walked to the window, as if he intended to leave immediately.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Shimizu mustered her courage and, drenched in sweat, called out to Nobi.

Nobita stopped walking but did not turn around.

"explain."

"I wonder if I, a humble servant, will ever have the opportunity to serve you, sir, and do some menial tasks?" Shimizu clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his throat.

At this moment, he was risking his life.

"Are you threatening me?" Nobita turned half his face to the side, his deep black eyes fixed on Shimizu.

"No, no! I will carry out your instructions strictly no matter what. I only ask for an opportunity to serve you and perhaps help you with some small favors that are inconvenient for you to show your face."

Shimizu quickly explained, feeling as if his life was hanging in the balance.

"Then we'll see how well you handle things."

After saying that, Nobita disappeared from the window, just as the official announcement had stated, vanishing without a trace.

"We will definitely get it done, we will definitely get it done."

Shimizu clutched his chest, breathing in the air, feeling the warmth of his life. A surge of joy slowly overcame his fear, awakening his long-dormant passion.

He must handle this matter perfectly!

"Having committed such a heinous crime, he still wants to ask for benefits. Isn't living this long enough? Such greed only shows that he has no remorse whatsoever."

"Then don't blame me for being extreme, sigh."

A secluded place.

Nobita looked at the Hero's Sword in his hand and murmured to himself.

From now on, the format for writing about dungeons will be as follows:

The game follows a real-world scenario that transitions into the player's ending, avoiding the in-game and real-world transitions seen in games like Subway. Dungeons will only be divided into two parts, with some game content being explored in real-world contexts through player interactions.

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Chapter 148: A Horrific Death

Shimizu Takashi is very efficient.

He didn't sleep all night, using his connections to raise funds and transfer them to charitable organizations.

Then the donations are given directly to each household.

Because it doesn't go through official channels or designated teams, the taxes are extremely high, but Shimizu Takashi no longer cares about that at all.

He was obsessed with cultivating a relationship with an extraordinary being, even at the cost of going bankrupt.

However, his descendants cried and begged for their parents after hearing the news, which annoyed Shimizu Takashi to no end.

"Grandpa, are you planning something? Just tell us, and we'll definitely agree."

"Yes, yes, we're just worried that Grandpa has been set up. He should at least have discussed it with us."

That evening at Shimizu Takashi's villa, his sons and grandsons came to persuade him.

However, without the black-robed demon's permission, he dared not speak openly and could only pretend to be impatient and drive them away.

“Gungung, I don’t need you to teach me what to do. Anyway, the donation has been notarized, and I’ve left you a lot, enough for the rest of your lives.”

But who would complain about having too much money!

"You all go out. Remember not to let anyone in, no one, understand?" Shimizu Takashi said to the few bodyguards he had temporarily hired, catching his breath.

"Yes."

The bodyguards professionally left the villa and took up positions in the passageways below the rooms and windows.

The descendants felt that Shimizu Takashi was still angry, so after discussing it for a while, they decided to mobilize more relatives to come tomorrow and left with their missions.

Shimizu Takashi returned to his room, anxiously awaiting the appearance of the demonic mist.

Compared to other people in their nineties, his performance was undoubtedly excellent.

Perhaps because he was afraid of dying from a young age, he always had a medical team to conduct regular check-ups and maintain his health.

Even so, I now have many chronic and age-related diseases, which are unavoidable and can only be alleviated.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before he couldn't even get out of bed, and at that time, he would probably be unable to rely on any of his "filial sons and grandsons," who would only be arguing and making a fuss over the inheritance. This was one of the reasons why he acted so decisively.

"You absolutely have to come! You absolutely have to come!"

As he muttered to himself, an unknown amount of time passed. Suddenly, the door opened, and the black-robed demonic figure entered his room.

"Sir, the matter you entrusted to me has been completed. These are the documents." Shimizu Takashi breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Nobi and, as if to claim credit, took out a bag containing the donation documents that had been processed urgently that day.

They even asked officials to testify, but even if they wanted to withdraw the request later, the officials who had already collected the taxes would not agree to such an unreasonable demand.

Nobi didn't look at those documents. He went to the refugee settlement today and confirmed that they had all received the "donations".

This lessened much of the people's grief.

Some families, where no one had died but only their houses were gone, jumped up in excitement.

He got an insurance policy, made a donation, and received an official subsidy. In the end, he unexpectedly turned misfortune into a blessing, at least achieving financial freedom in his small town.

Nobita's psychological burden has been greatly reduced.

"good."

Nobita walked to the window and started talking about something else.

What kind of nightmare did you have last night?

Takashi Shimizu was caught off guard by the question: "Dream? Yesterday? I can't remember much. I only remember it was a nightmare. I don't know if it's because I'm getting old, but I often have nightmares, but I don't remember them clearly when I wake up."

His smile was forced.

Nobita nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"I can relieve your pain, but you have to promise me one thing."

Upon hearing Nobita's agreement, Shimizu Takashi's aged face was filled with unbridled joy that even his wrinkles couldn't conceal!

"Very well! Whether it's ten or a hundred! From this day forward, I, Shimizu Takashi, will be your most loyal servant, my lord, and I swear to serve you to the death!"

These people, they made a habit of lying when they were young, and they still can't stop now that they're older.

Nobita doesn't like torturing people, so he'll give him a clean break.

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Before Shimizu Takashi's incredulous eyes, a sword exuding an aura of justice pierced his chest, yet he felt intense pain and itching emanating from all parts of his body.

"What I want you to promise is to properly apologize to the people who died because of you."

"Kaka."

thump.

He fell to the ground, with no wounds on his chest, but his body began to fester little by little, his skin peeled off, he couldn't make a sound, and he scratched himself as if he were very itchy, scraping off pieces of flesh and blood, as if he didn't feel it.

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Nobita frowned. He hadn't expected the other guy to die so tragically. The criminals he had killed before had all died quite quickly, so why was this guy dying such a miserable and torturous death?

Puzzled, he heard the sound of a car driving by outside the window. Through the open window, he saw a woman get out of the car. The woman seemed to have good eyesight, as she spotted him immediately and then ran towards the villa as if she were rushing.

"The investigation team?"

It was probably because Shimizu Takashi's donation behavior was too strange that it attracted the attention of the investigation team.

If a bad person suddenly has a change of heart and donates most of their wealth, there is a very high probability that they have ulterior motives. Instead of believing that they have repented and want to be a good person, it is better to guess that they have been kidnapped.

Nobi wasn't in a hurry. He walked past the corpse to the bathroom and used the save point card.