Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

"Command center! My card is stuck—"

Another fighter jet's missile inexplicably exploded, and flying debris struck the wingman's windshield, killing the pilot instantly. The fighter jet was then taken over by autopilot and flew through the smoke of the explosion back to its takeoff base.

"Unknown attack! We have been attacked by an unknown force!"

The fighter squadron was inexplicably lost more than half of its members. The remaining pilots, suppressing their fear, aimed and fired their missiles, then dared not linger and hastily left the battlefield.

The ground was now a blood-red hell.

Centered on Hibiya Station, the earth seemed to come alive, lingering and encroaching on the surrounding buildings, trees, and even people.

The asphalt road surface, like skin splashed with strong acid, churned up countless festering blisters amidst the hissing sound of blood raining down, its surface covered with bunches of fleshy growths, slowly extending towards the nearest similar ones.

Even tall buildings were not spared; in fact, because of their large surface area, they were completely covered, resembling a twisted monster.

"Don't get stuck! Underground, quick, underground!"

"Help me! Help me!"

The remaining police officers were already preoccupied with their own problems. They glanced at the residents still calling for help inside the building, and then at their trouser legs, which would get tangled even more if they stayed any longer. They could only pretend not to hear and turn away in a sorry state.

"This is beyond our control," he murmured to himself, his voice trembling.

In the command center, Takahashi stared intently at the devastation shown on the screen, unable to believe that this was actually the heart of Tokyo.

It's more like looking at a close-up of a patient with sores.

Their command had long been taken over by the Self-Defense Forces. All he could do now was to coordinate with nearby police officers and the SAT to provide as much intelligence as possible.

And the problem is that they can't even protect the people themselves.

"What kind of monster is this?" Takahashi slumped into a chair, drenched in sweat.

"Commander-in-Chief, the Self-Defense Forces are preparing to use artillery and have requested support from the US military. Our people need to be moved underground as soon as possible!" The deputy wiped his sweat and brought news that was neither good nor bad.

Takahashi understood that this was a very rational decision.

Given this terrifying rate of reproduction, if left unchecked, even the slightest leak could potentially destroy humanity.

Of course, this is also something they don't know: the reproduction of these flesh and blood requires more of the resentment that Zhu Hai has accumulated over the years as a supplement.

It's not that it's making a losing deal; rather, it's using these resentments to generate more negative emotions. As long as it doesn't stay in that tiny, sealed space, it's definitely making a profit.

By lying low for a period of time, one can grow stronger in the shadows of this terrifying city!

Chapter 111: Annihilation with a Raise of a Hand

At this point, Zhu Hai was actually much weaker inside.

But from the outside, it still looks so strange. A gigantic centipede with a human head and many arms stands on the ground like a tower, without any sign of weakening, and is ferocious and terrifying.

After glancing at the missiles launched from the fighter jet, Zhu Hai prepared to use the same trick again and hide underground.

But Nobi clearly knew its plan and drew out the three ordinary cards he had been keeping.

Swift Step + Jump Slash + Thrust!

It's like a meteor strike!

Nobi's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already above Zhu Hai, piercing its eyeball with a sword.

He noticed that Zhu Hai's health bar had visibly decreased by a little bit.

But that's all we can do.

"With such weak spiritual power, how do you possess so many bizarre abilities?!"

I originally thought that this strange armor and the strange humanoid he summoned in the train were the limit, but I didn't expect that the other party had another trick up his sleeve.

For cultivators, it relies too much on past experience. Someone like Nobita, who has almost no spiritual power, is unlikely to be very vigilant, which is why he was tricked.

That's not the key point; this minor injury is nothing to it. The more important thing is—

Rumble!

Several missiles struck, causing the earth to tremble. Even the surrounding flesh and blood seemed to stop spreading and even begin to shrink slightly.

"Cough cough, ho ho."

With his flesh torn apart, revealing his white bones, Zhu Hai emerged from the smoke in a somewhat disheveled state, staring in disbelief at the Nobi on the ground, who had withstood the explosion and was now still able to stand up.

Did it misjudge the opponent's strength?

I myself was seriously injured in the explosion, so this little guy should have been blown to pieces, how could he still be moving?

Yet his attack power is clearly so weak.

It truly couldn't understand why there would be cultivators with such extreme attack and defense, and more importantly, whose bodies had almost no spiritual power.

"Damn tin can, I want to see what kind of culprit is hidden under your tin can."

Just as it was enduring the pain, preparing to open the can.

The weakened Nobi planted his sword on the ground, glanced up at Zhu Hai who still had half his health left, sighed, and used [Save Point] with resentment.

His core card has just been passively triggered, meaning he now only has 1 point of health left, which means he'll die from even a single hit, and he's no longer qualified to take any more risks.

Even though he still had a paper doll talisman that could block some physical damage, it was ultimately not very useful.

Dying here would be pointless.

We can only hope that the authorities have the ability to deal with this monster and prevent it from running rampant or escaping.

Nobita knew very well that once this monster, which feeds on human negative emotions, lurked in the metropolis of Tokyo, the city's terrible dark side would become its inexhaustible food source.

"Hmm, clouds?"

As he used the card, he transformed into streaks of light and vanished from the spot, as if rising into the sky.

But before he disappeared, he seemed to vaguely see the clouds in the sky spinning.

"This is spatial teleportation?! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhu Hai watched helplessly as the canned food he had painstakingly heated up vanished, using a method that seemed to involve spatial manipulation. He immediately became furious.

The surrounding flesh and blood, which had just begun to calm down, started to surge wildly again. Countless tentacles grew out of the building, constantly approaching the survivors and squeezing their increasingly narrow living space.

"We can't wait any longer! That armored knight has already been defeated, and the explosion can damage this monster; we are fully capable of dealing with it. The longer we wait, the more people will die!"

"But...but there are still many residents there."

"Only by defeating that monster can we save them!"

"That's the heart of Tokyo."

The two high-ranking Self-Defense Force officials tacitly put aside their argument and looked at the monitor, at the blond, blue-eyed, impeccably dressed U.S. lieutenant general.

He was the commander of the U.S. forces stationed in Japan.

“Go ahead with the plan. I know it’s a difficult decision, but we have to do it so that more people can survive.”

McCullough's eyes weren't on them, but on the transmitted image of the monster, which seemed to be enraged and venting something.

"Yes, Commander McCullough."

Senior Self-Defense Force officials breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and their eyes revealed a sense of relief.

This order came from the commander of the U.S. forces in Japan, not from them.

They cannot bear the accusation of carrying out artillery strikes in the heart of Tokyo, possibly even using naval guns.

Even if they won't be criticized now, they could very well be made a scapegoat and forced to apologize to the entire nation later.

Not to mention the bombing of Hibiya; it would be impossible for it not to have some impact on the Imperial Palace.

Although the agreement between the US and Japan states that they have an "equal cooperative relationship".

But in reality, those who know, know.

With McCullough's words, even if the Self-Defense Forces are in command of the actual operation, they have a lot of room to maneuver, which is equivalent to adding a layer of shield.

It also has anti-armor.

"Then, issue the official order—"

"and many more."

McCullough on the screen suddenly interrupted.

"The sky has changed."

What could possibly change in the sky?

They stared in disbelief at the latest footage being transmitted back.

When did it get dark?

Directly above Hibiya.

The clouds swirled in a vortex, gradually turning from white to black, making the entire sky gloomy and difficult for sunlight to penetrate.

Zhu Hai's first reaction was to run away. Now that its goal had been achieved, its current state was not suitable for continuing to fight. It was time to find a place to hide, use the massive amount of negative emotions to quickly grow and develop, and then enslave the human world.

But as soon as it had such a thought, it felt its body being strongly bound by the space it had clearly escaped from, making it difficult to break free for a moment.

"Impossible! I've already broken free and escaped. That guy is long gone, just a pile of bones. How could I possibly still be bound?"

No one answered it.

At the center of the vortex, a fierce wind howled, and a person dressed in a pure white robe and wearing a pure white mask slowly floated down from the clouds and stood in mid-air.

He held a long sword in his hand, its blade blood-red, as if haunted by ghosts.

Zhu Hai stood there dumbfounded, his ugly face devoid of any smile, only filled with fear from the depths of his soul.

"Slay...slay the Crimson Demon...no...cave master?!"

The white figure remained silent, casually tossing the knife without any trace of its trajectory. The knife vanished and reappeared before Zhu Hai, piercing straight into his body.

Zhu Hai screamed and struggled wildly, his body emitting bursts of blood and black energy.

Soon, its body, which was over ten meters tall, shrank rapidly amidst heart-wrenching screams, shrinking to about the size of a person, and was firmly pinned to the ground by the Demon Slayer Crimson.

"Master, spare me! Spare my life! I beg you, please spare me!"

Zhu Hai's skin and flesh were torn open with countless fissures, and tadpole-like blood kept slipping out from the fissures as he begged for mercy.

The white-robed figure gently stretched out his hand and pointed to the red corpse that was nailed to the ground.

In the sky, a thick and terrifying bolt of lightning illuminated and resounded throughout Tokyo, completely engulfing the begging Zhu Hai and the surrounding earth in its lightning.

Monitor screen flickering

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Chapter 112: Immediate Intervention

It's less like thunder and more like a plasma waterfall.

The dark clouds poured down, illuminating everything around them in a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Just looking at it makes my retina feel a burning sensation.

The instantaneous strong electromagnetic pulse accompanying the lightning caused severe interference to nearby electronic devices, and even drones at a greater distance were overexposed by the intense white light, plunging them into a white blur.

Humanity briefly recalled the power of nature. No! This was man-made lightning!

At the center of the lightning, the engulfed Zhu Hai had no ability to resist and was instantly covered by the lightning, unable to even let out a wail.

In a mere second, its body continued to curl up, transforming into a human-faced toad covered in bumps, with half a centipede growing from its tail.

This state lasted for a moment before it vaporized and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the lightning bolt, which lingered for two seconds, also dissipated, leaving only the echoing thunder reverberating in the sky.

The land was a scene of devastation. The once vibrant carpet of fleshy growths quickly withered, curled up into writhing, grotesque tadpoles, and burst open one after another, leaving a small drop of blood on the ground.

The white-robed man raised his hand, and the crimson demon-slaying weapon stuck in the ground flew back and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye from his sleeve.

With his mind at ease, he looked up at the sky. The swirling dark clouds were dissipating, and rays of sunlight were once again penetrating the clouds and shining in.

In the blink of an eye, he was like a magic sheet; a spark quickly spread across his entire body, leaving no embers behind, and he vanished without a trace.