Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

A large crowd knelt before Iwasaki, chanting wildly, "Iwasaki God! You are the only God! The God who controls money and everything!"

Don't underestimate people's desire for money. Even if she felt that enough money was fine, she couldn't resist Iwasaki's tempting offer of financial freedom.

It's sufficient, and there are many different levels of quality.

She doesn't want to experience that moment again when she needs money the most but can't afford it.

"Okay, I need to rest."

Iwasaki glanced at the time; it was past eight.

The head of the Iwasaki family celebrates his birthday in the latter part of the month, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to make any preparations beforehand.

The families behind the Arakawa Ryuzake group should now know about the group's downfall.

These families were all intended to be used to confuse the public, so they needed to be sacrificed one by one.

Coincidentally, he also needs to increase his strength.

Families that can cooperate deeply with the underworld are mostly not clean.

As for whether the rest of the Iwasaki family would find out in advance...

If I know, will I be able to avoid it?

After reading his sister's suicide note, he began to reorganize his memories.

He suspected that his parents had foreseen his death. They seemed relatively relaxed that day, but neither of them said anything.

Moreover, the decision to leave seemed hasty; the excuse was that he was going to his hometown to pick up some things and needed his help.

However, after driving for a short distance, he changed his mind and said he wanted to go to the Japanese Women's University where his sister studied first.

Then he got hit.

Then, let's retaliate in kind, a hundredfold.

Let the instigator witness his own death in a state of fear and unease.

There must be innocent people involved, but he couldn't be bothered to distinguish them.

He didn't want to spend the effort of finding out each possible murderer like his sister had.

Since they could all be from the Iwasaki family, let's kill them all; there won't be any left out.

Goto went through the motions as usual, then said goodnight, turned the bedside power back on, closed the door, and left.

Iwasaki used the same trick again, leaving a blurry figure in the same spot before his true form turned into black mist and slipped from under the bed to the window.

So, the first object.

The Uto family in Shinjuku.

"What do you mean they're all dead? They took the Hibiya Line subway together this morning to go on a team-building trip?"

"Died the day before yesterday? Only a few henchmen were left?!"

The head of the Utsu family hung up the phone with a strange expression, frowning as he looked at his son, Utsu Yuya, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

"You bastard, how many times have I told you? People aren't toys! I told you to watch your behavior and stay away from the BDSM community, and now you've killed another one before you remember what I said? Can't you change this lousy habit of yours?"

Without the Arakawa Dragon Claw Gang, a cooperative gang, the head of the Utsu family was at a loss as to who to trust to handle his son's mess.

Seeing this unfortunate creature still grinning foolishly, I was filled with rage and couldn't help but curse. I don't know where this mentality of completely disregarding human life comes from.

"Oh, Dad, she was the one who told me to push harder, but when I actually did, she got upset. She's terrible at it and loves to play games. Everyone else can give the safety warning in time, but that guy—"

Yuya Utsu scratched his ear and continued to reply to others with a cheerful smile.

However, what he said made the head of the Utsu family angrier and angrier, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward and slap him hard.

Yuya touched his slapped left cheek, stared blankly at his angry father, and then suddenly stood up with a grin, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"Dad, I know you still have a way. Back then, didn't you dismember Mom and get away with it?"

"Don't look at me like that. You make quite a racket while you're making soup, hehe, I even sneaked a sip."

Yuya smacked his lips, as if remembering the taste, then frowned and shook his head; "It doesn't taste good."

"How about we use this method? She's from out of town and doesn't have any direct contact with me. I'm being very careful; all the apps I use are the 'read-and-delete' type."

The head of the Utsu family felt a chill run down his spine and had difficulty breathing upon hearing this.

No, it seems like he really can't breathe—

"Click... Help..."

He covered his neck, his eyes wide and his face flushed red, but he couldn't stop the tighter grip on his neck.

It's as if the Grim Reaper, who accepted an urgent order, personally came to your door and brutally completed your KPI.

Chapter 116: Points Calculation

The head of the Utsu family found that no matter what he did, he could not break free of the tight band around his neck. He could only make cracking sounds as he struggled to pull at his son's clothes.

"Hey, Dad, stop pretending."

Yuya didn't care. Seeing that he was still acting, he sighed, sat down and continued playing on his phone, pushing away the head of the Utsu family who was fidgeting with him.

thump.

The patriarch collapsed to the ground in despair, his vision gradually blurring and bloodshot. All he could hear was the cracking sound of his throat bones breaking, and bubbles coming out of his wide-open mouth.

Finally, his head tilted to one side.

"Seriously, Dad? You're not just making things worse, you're making things even more complicated! Now I have to deal with two corpses! Where are we going to get so many pressure cookers?!"

Yuya's face showed confusion, which quickly turned into distress after confirming that his father was really dead.

Then, scratching his head, he got up and went to the kitchen to see what cooking utensils he had, preparing to solve the problem in his own way.

"Strange, isn't it here?"

While rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, Yuya seemed to hear the sound of metal knives behind him. He put down the clay pot in his hand and turned around to look.

His eyes felt a stinging sensation. He saw that the kitchen knife, fruit knife, and his collection of samurai swords were all unsheathed, reflecting a chilling white light, floating in the air, their tips pointing directly at him.

Yuya's mouth gaped open in shock at the scene. Before he could react, a dense barrage of blades pierced through the air, including his father's katana, which pierced right through his jaws and pinned his head to the wall.

Then the other knives arrived, and the sound of metal piercing flesh continued.

Yuya's body convulsed, and he quickly stopped breathing.

Seconds later, blood began to flow wildly down the wall and along the knife wound, forming a pool of blood beneath him.

Black mist slowly formed in the living room. Iwasaki, dressed in a black robe, coldly swept his gaze over the two corpses.

He reached out, and knives were pulled out of thin air, scattering on the ground with traces of blood.

Perhaps it was because the game honed his spirit that he was able to do these bloody things without batting an eye, even though he had never killed a chicken in real life.

Even so, the fact that they truly deserved to die was one of the reasons.

In Iwasaki's perspective of spiritual perception, both father and son were surrounded by black aura, especially the son, who resembled a walking black flame.

Iwasaki showed no emotion whatsoever after killing them.

So, next

With a bit of skill, they finished drawing the sacrificial pattern, which was still the same floor-shaped umbrella mouth with a holy eye at the top, the pupil of which was inlaid with the freshly dug-out eyeballs of the two of them.

He silently recited a prayer, and two tufts of black souls were swallowed by the giant mouth. Then, his eyes turned to Iwasaki, and a power was injected into him.

"It seems that this person's evil deeds go far beyond just killing a few people."

Iwasaki could feel that the increased power was greater than when he dealt with the Arakawa Ryuzaku group.

But that's the sins accumulated by more than ten people.

There were only two people, and most of their attention was focused on that person.

Was it due to malicious intent?

Iwasaki had a guess.

Organizations that kill people are often driven by pure money. If they could make a better living without killing, they would immediately quit.

But for this young man... murder, torture, and evil deeds were more like the daily entertainment of an ordinary person watching videos and reading novels, carried with the purest malice, as a way to pass the time when he was bored.

"So, if you want to be granted knowledge, do you need to target those psychopaths who take pleasure in killing?"

He could sense that the quality of the soul that had just been sacrificed was almost high enough to acquire knowledge.

Unfortunately, such evil spirits among people are rare and hard to find.

"How many people are left in the Utsu family?"

Iwasaki didn't linger; he turned and transformed into a cloud of black mist, leaving the house.

Like a diligent bee, he circled the night sky of Shinjuku, taking away the three main families of the Utsu family in one fell swoop.

There were also innocent people among them, but he still killed them all.

He could feel that from that moment on, his soul had also turned gray.

Iwasaki wasn't scared; instead, he felt that it opened up new avenues of thought.

If his soul is tainted with the most extreme evil, and then he sacrifices half of his soul, what kind of reward will he receive?

Is this considered exploiting a bug?

However, he quickly put aside the idea, as the cost was too high, and he didn't really want to harm innocent people unless absolutely necessary.

Implicating others or killing to avoid revealing his identity is the best he can do right now.

In the early hours of the morning, under the shadow of an air conditioning unit on the roof of an apartment building in Shinjuku, Iwasaki finished his meditation and replenished the mana he had previously used up.

Beside him was a black briefcase filled with banknotes, gold bars, and jewelry.

Japan's financial regulations are quite strict, so it would take some arrangements to get the money into Goto's hands properly; it's impossible to leave it all to Goto to handle himself.

I glanced at the player lobby; it showed 2.

He wasn't sure if the player named "Zhi" had participated in stopping Zhu Hai. If he had survived that situation, he must have been quite capable, or possessed some kind of life-saving ability similar to Zhi's.

Keeping this in mind, Iwasaki Kosuke moved away from the rooftop and found a safer place before entering the game lobby.

[Subway points settlement complete. You have earned 50 points.]

[The points redemption function is now available. Please use the player notes on the player lobby desktop to redeem your points.]

Inside the lobby, Iwasaki, who had just entered, received a new message.

"Is it because the points settlement isn't a very important thing that there's no real-world reminder?"

"Or will more notifications be placed in the player lobby in the future?"

Anyway, it seems I'll have to log in every day like I do in mobile games to see if there's any new information.

Neither Uesugi nor Nobi greeted him; they were engrossed in reviewing the player notes, looking at the categories available for exchange.

"There are discounts, even subsidies! Did I install the wrong app?!"

Uesugi murmured to himself.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the interface for inviting new users to bring home free items.

Then I glanced at my points balance.

20.

Just enough to cover the only subsidy I received, enough to buy a small longevity pill.

Not a penny left—this price must have been set according to my remaining balance!

She worked so hard, being dissected multiple times like a toy inside, and only got this pitiful 20 points!

Although the thought of the cat ear switch and the health pills made her feel less upset, she was still envious and jealous of the other two, who undoubtedly had better rewards and more points.

But who can she blame? She can only blame herself for using the wrong speedrun method to play the puzzle game from the very beginning.

She sighed softly, faced reality again, and mentally slapped herself twice.

Next time, she won't be careless.

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