Manager, give me a membership card too!

As the tall, thin man watched the golden, spear-like object, resembling the spear of God, fall from the virtual projection before creating a hole in the Pacific Ocean, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"According to reports from other countries, they believe this is an attack weapon from an alien civilization. The individual named 'Odin' is an alien who invaded Earth. They even believe that the Gastrea virus was spread by aliens to destroy human society. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the individual named Odin can control so many Gastrea that are beyond Stage 5, and why he cares so much about those cursed...chosen ones."

"Odin..."

As he listened to the report, a mocking smile appeared on the tall, thin man's lips.

He didn't know if Odin was an alien, but he knew that what followed was all nonsense. People in his position had access to classified information. The leaders of various countries and regions all knew perfectly well how the Gastrea virus originated and spread.

In pursuit of immortality and the eternal enjoyment of power and wealth, the world's elite are capable of anything.

But now that they've come this far, are they still trying to shirk responsibility? It seems this world is beyond saving.

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, the man silently sat up straight and said in a serious tone, "Let those major powers handle the hole. We in the Tokyo district are too busy to deal with it right now. If the barrier of the megalith cannot be repaired, everyone here will die, and we won't even be able to wait until the fifth day."

His voice gradually grew louder, and could be clearly heard even in the hallway outside:

"Give the order: all Self-Defense Force units to proceed to the vicinity of Monolith 32 and stand by, ready to engage the Gastrea at any time. Notify the civilian security companies in the Tokyo area: if they don't want to die, come and help. Tell them to have courage! Even without the Initiators' help, holmium weapons can still kill those monsters."

"Finally, send people to the other four regions to request reinforcements. Tell them that if they refuse to come to their aid, I will expose 'that' to everyone and ruin their reputations! Alright, that's all. You can begin your operation now."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

So everyone stood up, bowed slightly to the man across the desk in unison, and then left the room that held the highest power in Tokyo, leaving only the tall, thin man sitting silently in the chair that symbolized the prime minister's position.

After a few seconds of silence, the tall, thin man cleared his throat, picked up a phone hidden in a compartment of the table, and silently dialed a number:

"Hey..."

"Your Majesty Prime Minister?"

“Summon all known former members of the 787th Mechanized Special Unit of the Eastern Army of the Ground Self-Defense Force to my place. I have a secret mission to give them.”

"Yes!"

.............

The streets of Tokyo were bustling and vibrant. Without the red-eyed girls begging on the streets, the smiles on the faces of the citizens seemed a little brighter.

now it's right!

Humans should stay with humans, and monsters should stay with monsters. As humans, we shouldn't associate with those red-eyed monsters. Look, the city is much cleaner now that those monsters are gone.

The citizens laughed and celebrated the monsters' departure. No one worried about who would fight the Gastrea after the loss of the children, nor did anyone worry about whether the heavily damaged Self-Defense Forces could continue to protect Tokyo.

For these short-sighted commoners, as long as they don't see those red-eyed brats in their daily lives, that's enough; other things will naturally be taken care of by the big shots.

Look, just yesterday the big men announced that they had successfully driven away the Stage 6 Gastrea 'Odin,' letting that monster leave with those little monsters.

Great Tokyo was able to drive away even Phase Six; there's nothing we can't do in this world! Unless the monolith collapses right now, peace in Tokyo will surely last for ten thousand years!

'BOOM!!!'

A dull, enormous sound came from the horizon, as if a mountain had collapsed. And indeed, a 'mountain' had collapsed; that collapsed mountain was called 'Megalith No. 32'.

"what happened?!!"

"Don't panic, don't panic, please maintain order! We are distinguished residents of Tokyo, don't act like country bumpkins."

"Mommy! I want my mommy!"

The sudden accident caused a commotion among the crowd on the street, and everyone frantically searched for safe hiding places, not knowing what had happened.

Gradually, people on the street turned their attention to the various large screens on both sides of the road, where a beautiful woman with a nervous expression was reporting in a somewhat incredulous voice:

"Viewers! This is Hela, a special correspondent from TV Tokyo! We're reporting live from here! We were planning to visit an abandoned camp in Outer District 39, but an accident happened the moment we took off in our helicopter!"

The reporter, her expression anxious and agitated, pointed in a certain direction, and the cameraman beside her turned his lens to that spot as well. The next second, every resident of Tokyo watching the program, and every civilian watching on a large screen in the street, saw it—the massive black stone monument that had begun to tilt and collapse!

"A megalith! It's a megalith! The megalith has collapsed! Megalith No. 32 has collapsed!"

In the footage, a massive, seemingly towering monolith appears to be tilting, with countless square holmium blocks falling from it every second, slamming into the ground over a distance of more than a thousand meters and creating huge craters. The loud noises earlier were caused by these falling holmium blocks.

Anyone who isn't blind and has a normal IQ would know from this scene that the giant stone monument wouldn't last more than ten minutes, and the anxious tone of the female reporter on the screen seemed to express the feelings of many.

"Emergency evacuation! Everyone, get back to your homes immediately! Don't stay on the streets anymore! Get to a safe place! Hurry..."

The live stream, filled with desperate shouting, suddenly went black before everyone's eyes, and when it came back on, it showed a kind-faced middle-aged man.

"Hello everyone, this is your host, Che Guevara Spitworth. I have just received news from the Holy See that they are aware of the collapse of the megalith. Please rest assured, the Tokyo Ward has several backup megaliths in reserve, and the reconstruction plan has already begun. It will be completed within 48 hours. Your safety is not a concern."

"The powerful Self-Defense Forces will protect us, and the adults in Tokyo will protect us! Please do not panic, continue with your daily lives and work, and there is absolutely no need to worry about your safety. This is your host, Che Guevara Spitworg, reporting from TV Tokyo."

I spent the whole afternoon writing and deleting, abandoning some unimportant plot points to speed up the story's pace. So it's only 6800 words, I apologize. PY Time: "My First Wife is Hiratsuka Shizuka!" I, Suoh Kazuhiro, am emotionless and penniless, but I have seven beautiful girlfriends. Hiratsuka Shizuka takes a deep drag of her cigarette, her eyes fierce: Anyone who dares to bully Kazuhiro will be punished with an iron fist! Eriri turns her head away: Baka! Urusai! I don't like you, you idiot... Shinomiya Kaguya smiles elegantly: As expected! Suoh-kun and I are the same kind of person~ Suoh Tamaki opens his innocent big eyes: Waaaaah! Brother-chan, am I not your little cutie?

Chapter 123 Rentaro Satomi's Choice (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 123 Rentaro Satomi's Choice (Two Chapters Combined, 4600 words, please subscribe)

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My name is Rentaro Satomi, I am a 15-year-old male student.

My parents disappeared when I was six years old, and I became an orphan. I was fostered by the prestigious Tendo family in Tokyo.

This kind of life lasted for more than eight years, until two weeks ago, when my nominal sister and I ran away from home together, intending to survive in Tokyo on our own.

I have a secret: my right hand, right foot, and left eye have all been replaced with prosthetics made of ultra-high-strength holmium steel, giving me superhuman fighting abilities. This superhuman strength also allowed me to successfully obtain a police officer's license. I believe that with my own abilities, I can definitely support myself and Sister Kisara... if that man hadn't appeared.

The unprecedented Stage VI Gastrea, Odin, single-handedly defeated a 'god' composed of thousands of elite Self-Defense Forces and police officers. Please forgive me for using such an absurd title, but I simply cannot find a more accurate description.

It ravaged the entire Tokyo district, snatched away all the cursed...chosen children, and took them across the sea.

The miracle that split the sea in two even led to the secret emergence of several 'Odin sects' in Tokyo. In particular, the appearance of that giant tree that seemed to cover the entire sky reminded humanity of the power of the gods once again.

Unfortunately, Odin was not a god to humans, but a god to those children. And the Tokyo district, having lost those children, found itself in a very awkward situation.

No matter how much people dislike, hate, or oppress them, it cannot change the fact that peaceful life in Tokyo Ward is maintained by the more than 10,000 registered police officers in the area and the initiators of their police partners.

These young girls are like an inexhaustible resource; no matter how many die, they can be quickly replaced. Even if there is a temporary shortage, they can simply be captured at any outpost in the outer area.

IISO cleansed all the children who survived the attacks, gave them simple training, and made them registered starters to continue dedicating their lives, which others considered worthless, to the peace and stability of the Tokyo area.

But now IISO is gone, the initiators are gone, and the homeless children in the outer districts and Tokyo district are gone. All that's left is a group of somewhat bewildered facilitators, police officers, looking dejected and huddled in their company, sighing.

Rentaro Satomi was naturally one of them.

He had just received a notification from IISO two days ago, asking him to go to the base to collect his own Initiator. But before he could even set off, he received news that all IISO facilities in the Tokyo area had been destroyed.

The duck, which was already simmering in the pot, flew away.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, one misfortune after another befell Rentaro Satomi.

Not only has the promised initiator disappeared, but the older sister, who also promised to run away from home with her, has also vanished without a trace. After exhausting all connections and resources, all they received was the announcement that the entire Tendo family had been massacred, with only their granddaughter, Tendo Kisara, missing.

However, what truly drove the boy to despair was not Tendo Kisara's disappearance, but rather that he recognized it—he recognized the knife marks on the corpses. Those were... the sword-drawing techniques used by his nominal sister, Tendo Kisara, techniques he had seen countless times.

Precise, efficient, and deadly.

But when the knife marks that used to appear on the wooden targets were now on the bodies of his 'family' who had raised him for years, Rentaro Satomi still couldn't accept it. Even though he had vaguely sensed that his sister and parents had died at the hands of other members of the Kisara clan, he never imagined that this day would come so soon, so suddenly.

"Why did you do this, Kisara-nee? Murder, murder is wrong..."

Muttering certain words, Rentaro Satomi wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of Tokyo like a puppet who had lost his soul, until he bumped into a man as strong as an iron tower.

"Feel sorry..."

With a blank expression, Rentaro Satomi offered a faint apology and swayed as he prepared to leave. However, his path was blocked by a strong arm covered in red Japanese samurai armor.

"My name is Masashi Otaka, my profession is police officer, my IP ranking is 375 (two years ago), are you Rentaro Satomi?"

The authoritative and solemn male voice brought the 15-year-old boy back to his senses. He looked up at the man in red samurai armor and said somewhat absentmindedly, "Rentaro Satomi, a trainee police officer. Because I haven't obtained my own Initiator yet, I have no ranking."

"It seems I haven't made a mistake." Nodding in satisfaction, the middle-aged bald man in out-of-date armor lowered his arm. Having found his target, he spoke directly to the young man before him:

"Young man, the Tokyo district needs you to carry out a mission."

"Mission?" Rentaro Satomi repeated the somewhat unfamiliar word with a blank expression, shaking his head without hesitation and decisively rejecting the unfamiliar bald man in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm not interested in the task you're talking about. Please move aside, I'm going home."

Rentaro Satomi's immediate and decisive answer caused the bald man in front of him to frown slightly, but this man was clearly not going to give up so easily.

"Don't forget who you are, boy. No, you should be called Private First Class Rentaro Satomi, a former member of the 787th Mechanized Special Unit of the Eastern Army of the Ground Self-Defense Force and a member of the New Human Creation Project. Soldier! Have you forgotten your oath? Now is the time for you to protect this city."

"A vow..." A hint of hesitation flashed in his blank eyes. His brief but intense military service had given him a fleeting urge to respond to the man before him. But the thought of the girl whose whereabouts were still unknown extinguished the flame in Satomi Rentaro's heart.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, I don't know what you're talking about."

Gently turning aside and walking past the bald man, Rentaro Satomi spoke softly with a hint of apology, then strode forward without hesitation.

"Don't you want to see her one more time, young man?"

His steps froze, and Rentaro Satomi fell silent. Several seconds passed before the boy growled through gritted teeth, "Kisara-nee is in your hands? What have you done to her?!"

"How is it?" The middle-aged bald man in red armor silently drew the holmium steel knife from his waist, turned around, and revealed a cruel smile.

"you guess?"

"asshole!"

Almost instinctively, Rentaro Satomi charged forward, his frail body unleashing an aura of utterly illogical strength.

"Tendo-style Combat Technique, Type 3, Number 15: Cloud Ridge Bihu Carp!"

The boy shrank back, and suddenly unleashed a rising dragon punch with his right hand. Past experience told Rentaro Satomi that this punch would be enough to destroy the opponent's weapon, leaving the bald man utterly powerless to resist. At that point, he would have a chance to find out the whereabouts of Kisara Tendo.

But this young man forgot that since the other party's IP ranking had risen to 375, they were definitely not someone to be trifled with.

A cold smile crept across his dignified face. My charioteer silently raised the holmium steel knife in his hand. His armor, which resembled that of an ancient warrior, emitted a series of buzzing sounds before he vanished from the spot.

Rentaro Satomi only saw a blur of a figure before him, and when he opened his eyes again, the two were already extremely close. Before the young man could even throw his right fist, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his lower abdomen, and he uncontrollably collapsed to his knees, retching in a disheveled state.

With a flourish, my charioteer calmly sheathed his holmium steel knife, as if he had just swatted a fly, and kicked the young man on the ground in the lower back, sending him flying a great distance.

“If I had used the tip of my blade, you would be dead, boy. But to take a full force of my hilt strike and not be knocked unconscious, you are indeed a mechanized soldier personally trained by Ms. Sumire Muroto, one of the Four Sages. You have some skill. It was worth the trip I made.”

As the bald man spoke, he took a few steps forward, grabbed Rentaro Satomi's right foot, and dragged him behind him like a dead dog, completely disregarding the psychological and physical harm this would cause to the boy behind him.

"I advise you not to have any ulterior motives. The difference in strength between us is far beyond what your toy limbs can bridge. My armor is the latest model of exoskeleton powered armor, with a power output 30 percent higher than your mechanical prosthetics. My decades of combat experience are also far beyond what a rookie like you can match. If your barren brain hasn't been burned to mush by anger, you should know what the most advantageous choice is."

Myojo's voice was calm, yet it contained an unwavering killing intent. This chilling killing intent, accumulated from slaughtering countless Gastrea and even humans themselves, was completely irresistible to Satomi Rentaro, a young man who had barely seen blood. His stiff muscles simply wouldn't obey his brain.

"Damn it! What exactly did you do to Sister Kisara?"

"Tendo Kisara? What can a serial killer do? Of course, he'll be arrested and locked up in prison. What a pity, he's only 14 or 15 years old, a beautiful age, but he'll have to spend his whole life in a dark and damp prison."

Oh, no. She's already killed more than four people; she won't even have a chance to go to jail, she's going to be executed. Those powerful figures will definitely be happy to see the last bloodline of the Tendo family die out, so they can openly seize the empire that Tendo Kikunojo built up over his entire life.

My lord's pointed words plunged Satomi Rentaro into an eerie silence. He let the other man drag him along the inexplicably empty street, and after a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

Upon hearing this, the bald, middle-aged man walking ahead paused and silently stopped in his tracks.

"As I said before, the time has come to fulfill your oath, soldier. The Tokyo area needs your help."

"Tokyo Ward... needs my help? Don't be ridiculous. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know what in such a large area as Tokyo Ward needs my help."

Faced with the boy's questioning look, my patriarch silently released the boy's right foot, turned around and looked at the young man with a complicated expression: "Young man, haven't you noticed something's wrong yet?"

"Wrong?" He subconsciously repeated what the other person had said. Only after gaining his freedom did Rentaro Satomi have time to look up and look around. What he saw startled the young man who had been in a daze all day.

"Wait a minute, I remember this is the busiest street in Tokyo, right? Why is there no one here? What does it mean by these self-refugee signs on the screens?"

Seeing the boy's incredulous look, the middle-aged bald man sighed silently and said in a low voice, "Three hours ago, the thirty-second megalith collapsed."

Rentaro Satomi's eyes widened. He knew the news he was about to hear would be serious, but he hadn't expected the first piece of news to be so explosive. As if afraid he wouldn't believe it, the headmaster pointed to an open space next to him, where he could see a giant stone monument with only half of its base still standing.

"No, impossible?! When? How come I didn't know?"

Because you idiot, you have no idea what's going on around you! Silently shaking his head in his heart, my chaplain felt a little worried about the next plan.

"I also wish this were false, but unfortunately, it is true. Although the Tokyo ward government initially wanted to appease the public and maintain social order, that damned reporter actually filmed Gastrea crossing the broken megalith into the city and posted the video online, causing the situation, which had eased somewhat, to deteriorate again."

"What? Gastrea has entered Tokyo city???"

"Yes, although they were just a few small fry at stage two and three, easily wiped out by the Self-Defense Forces who had already set up their positions, the Gastrea invasion is an undeniable fact. So..."

The bald, middle-aged man's expression turned very serious as he stared intently at the young man who had just sat up from the ground:

“I need your help, young man. I have been ordered to gather all the surviving participants of the New Human Project in the Tokyo area to carry out a secret mission. And this mission concerns the future of nearly ten million people in the entire Tokyo area.”

"The future of Tokyo? Me, me, am I really capable? I can't even withstand a single move from you, how can I possibly help?"

Looking at the young man before him, who seemed somewhat insecure after being instantly defeated in the previous battle, my lord Zheng smiled with the kind of benevolent expression typical of middle-aged men, and said in a calm tone: