Manager, give me a membership card too!

"I'm currently the highest-ranking police officer in Tokyo, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'm the strongest. Your performance has been excellent, better than most. I believe that with your help, our mission will definitely succeed, and you'll be the great hero who saves Tokyo."

Seeing that Rentaro Satomi's expression had improved considerably after his words, but he still seemed somewhat hesitant, I knew it was time to offer something tangible. He understood the principle of giving a carrot and stick; the stick had already been used, and now it was time to offer a treat.

"The Prime Minister has promised that as long as this mission is successfully completed, everyone involved can make a request to him. It's not impossible, even if it's to release a death row inmate who has killed several people."

Hearing the middle-aged man's almost explicit words, Rentaro Satomi knew he didn't have many choices left. Regardless of whether Kisara Tendo was in their hands or not, he had to get that one spot to make the request.

After a few seconds of silence, Rentaro Satomi let out a long sigh of relief before opening his eyes and saying firmly, "I'll participate!"

Upon receiving the young man's promise, my esteemed leader smiled with satisfaction: "Believe me, this is absolutely the wisest choice you've ever made in your life. Without a doubt!"

"I hope so..."

Gazing at the massive black stone monument on the edge of the distant city, which had already collapsed more than halfway, the young man sighed silently. Meanwhile, on a huge wooden ship far out on the Pacific Ocean, another person was looking at the faint outline of land on the horizon with an expression of great interest.

"Tendo Kisara-neechan, I heard that Tokyo Ward is your hometown. What are the people there like? How many people can we take back to Yggdrasil on this trip?"

"Tokyo, that's a 'great place,' it definitely won't disappoint you, Hina."

"Really? That's great! I can't wait to try out the new weapon!"

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4600-word chapter! What kind of fate do you all want for the original male protagonist? Personally, I really dislike this character; I feel he's not even as likable as the Masked Guy. Friends' Time: *Miss Patchouli as the Town Lord* Synopsis: Everyone says the lord is noble, elegant, and a very gentle person. However, people haven't forgotten the sight of Patchouli smiling and amusedly trampling her enemies underfoot, their limbs broken. ———————————————— On the surface: The lord is gentle and considerate, like a refreshing mountain breeze, bringing them a wonderful life. In her heart: The lord is a terrifying demon; if you disobey, she will laugh and cripple you. Conclusion: She's a werewolf.

Chapter 124 Martial Prosperity

Chapter 124 Martial Prosperity

In the dark and cramped room, a tall, thin man stared grimly at the dozen or so men, women, and children in front of him.

"Are these the only people left in the entire Tokyo area, Mr. Tang?"

In response to the tall, thin man's question, the middle-aged samurai with a shiny bald head bowed respectfully and said in a loud voice, "Yes, Prime Minister. The New Human Project is extremely costly. Although our Tokyo district is the capital, we don't have many slots. Several battles have also resulted in the loss of some, leaving only these numbers."

At this point, the man suddenly raised his head and said with a firm expression, "However, Prime Minister, please rest assured that everyone here is a battle-hardened and excellent soldier, who will absolutely be able to complete any order you give us."

"A battle-hardened, outstanding warrior..." Looking at Rentaro Satomi, who was clearly still a boy in the crowd, the tall, thin man subconsciously clicked his tongue but didn't say anything more.

Inside and outside, they were just a bunch of cannon fodder trying to buy time. As long as the mission could be completed, he wouldn't care even if they all died. One more or one less wouldn't make much difference.

Thinking of this, the man, who was somewhat exhausted by the recent events, decided not to waste any more words and spoke directly: "Gentlemen, I think you have all seen the current situation in our Tokyo district. The No. 32 monolith collapsed because of the greedy Tendo family. These vampires from these countries actually cut corners on such an important defensive facility, leading to the crisis in Tokyo district today and threatening the lives and property of nearly ten million people."

"Faced with such parasites on the country, I have stripped the Tendo family of all honors in my capacity as Prime Minister, and all their property has been nationalized. I hope these things can bring some comfort to the lower-class people who have been harmed by the Tendo family."

The tall, thin man's face was filled with sorrow, as if he were genuinely worried about the poor and needy. Meanwhile, Rentaro Satomi in the crowd looked completely shocked, seemingly still processing the message conveyed in the man's words.

Was the collapse of the No. 32 megalith caused by the Tendo family? Because someone cut corners during construction? Then, what about Kisaragi-nee? She's already in prison for murder, what will happen to her now...?

Rentaro Satomi opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could utter his thoughts, the tall, thin man in front of the crowd spoke up again.

"But gentlemen! We cannot bow down because of the terrible situation. As elites, we should do something for the other civilians so that they can get through this crisis safely, so that the Tokyo area can get through this crisis safely!"

"The airport has been completely destroyed, and helicopters can't outrun those flying Gastrea. All the docks and ships are unusable. We have no way out, the people of Tokyo have no way out, and the Japanese nation has no way out!"

"The time has come, gentlemen! It is time to show the backbone and resilience of our Yamato people! It is time to let all the nations of the world see the bravery and fearlessness of our Yamato people! I ask you, brave Japanese soldiers! Do you still remember the oath you took to protect civilians even at the cost of your lives?"

"Of course I remember!"

"Do you still remember how you felt when you pledged your loyalty to the Holy Emperor?"

"Of course I remember!!"

Do you still remember the ideals you had when you joined the army?

"Of course I remember!!!"

"Good!!!! As expected of the warriors of Tokyo!"

The tall, thin man gave a satisfied shout, nodding repeatedly to the excited men and women before him. "Truly, he's a muscle-bound idiot; a few light words and he's this excited. But that's fine; only people like him are easy to manipulate."

Slowing down his excited expression, the tall, thin man composed himself with a complex expression—a mixture of decisiveness, reluctance, and admiration—and spoke in a low voice:

“Brave soldiers, Tokyo is now in grave danger. In order to save this peaceful and prosperous city, I have to send you on a very dangerous mission.”

"No, that's not right! I am pleading with you on behalf of the citizens of Tokyo to carry out a dangerous mission. This mission is extremely dangerous, and there is a high chance that you will not return. But for the sake of the city's peace, I have no choice but to take this drastic measure."

As the tall, thin man spoke, he suddenly knelt down and performed a perfect dogeza (a traditional Japanese kowtow), his voice earnest and sincere, prompting many in the crowd to rush forward and help him up. At first, the tall, thin man refused to listen and insisted on remaining prostrate on the ground, until my patriarch was also kneeling and pleading with him, at which point he reluctantly stood up.

"I apologize for assigning you this task, but after searching the entire Tokyo area, I haven't found any experts more capable, more skilled, or more experienced than you. Therefore..."

Seeing the ashamed expression on the tall, thin man's face, the bald, middle-aged man, Ichiro, interrupted him for the first time. His expression was sincere and fervent, as if he were ready to die for the people of Tokyo at any moment.

"Please give the order, Prime Minister. For Japan, for Tokyo, for the Holy Emperor, we will go through fire and water without hesitation."

The tall, thin man remained silent, seemingly unwilling to make such a painful choice. Seeing this, the dozen or so former soldiers now police officers in front of him knelt on one knee, pleading in low voices, "Prime Minister! Please give the order! We will risk our lives, even unto death!!"

Seeing this, the tall, thin man turned his head away with a hint of pity, hesitated for a long time with an unreadable expression, and then sighed before taking out a sealed black box from the corner of the room. Naturally, everyone in the room also focused their attention on this box.

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, the tall, thin man cleared his throat and explained in a low voice, "This contains the latest 'bait' developed by scientists. Because the raw materials are extremely rare, the production is very low. Its effect is to 'attract the attention of Gastrea to a certain extent'."

"What I expect you to do is to carry this box and stay in the deserted wasteland outside Tokyo for 24 hours, to buy time for the Self-Defense Forces to build defensive positions, as well as time for the repair of the megalith and for the evacuation of the people."

"Just as I said before, this mission is not only extremely difficult but also extremely dangerous, to the point that it's not an exaggeration to say that you're doomed. After hearing all this, do you still want to accept this arduous mission?"

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the huge black leather suitcase, and a moment of silence fell over the room. Then, a burly, bald middle-aged man stepped forward and took the black leather suitcase from the tall, thin man's hands with his well-trained, strong hands.

"Leave it to us, Your Excellency!"

"Gentlemen, may your military prowess be abundant!"

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Chapter 125 For the Holy Emperor

Chapter 125 For the Holy Emperor

Sturdy trees grow from the collapsed houses, dense vines climb the once brightly lit buildings, and even the asphalt roads that used to carry countless vehicles are now overgrown with weeds and shrubs.

No one could imagine that the dense forest in front of them was a bustling city just a few years ago. The vegetation here is so lush that it seems to have grown for decades.

With his feet encased in steel protective gear, the middle-aged bald man, covered in blood, stepped onto the lush green grass. He wiped the liquid splattered on his face and reached out to close the eyes of the corpse in front of him.

It has now been more than ten hours since my leader and the others accepted the mission. The team, which once numbered nearly 20, has lost more than half its members, and the rest are almost all wounded. This is only because all the members of their team were participants in the New Human Project, and each of them was quite capable. If they were ordinary soldiers, they probably wouldn't have lasted even half an hour.

"My captain, Miyamoto-kun, can't hold on any longer either?"

"Ah, yes. Miyamoto-kun has already gone to see the Holy Emperor of the Ages before us. He is a true warrior who killed two Stage Fours by himself and did not disgrace his family name."

"Is that so? That's good, that's good."

Watching the middle-aged man mutter to himself as he walked away, a ripple of emotion flickered in my eyes, but I quickly suppressed it back into my heart.

They are soldiers, even if they were just soldiers in the past. There is nothing to be afraid of in sacrificing themselves to protect their country.

After bowing slightly to the corpse beside him, my charioteer unhesitatingly picked up the specially made backpack next to him, chose a direction, and prepared to leave.

"My captain! My captain!"

A youthful voice suddenly rang out behind him, causing the man to stop in his tracks. Tightening his backpack, the bald man with a shiny bald head turned to look at the boy running towards him.

"Is there something you need, young man?"

My chaplain's voice, unusually, carried a hint of appreciation. After spending over ten hours together, the man's impression of the young man before him had changed considerably. Although still a rookie, he was a reasonably presentable one. Unfortunately...

"Captain, we're quite far from Tokyo now; we can't even see the giant stone monument anymore. I just want to ask, should we fight a guerrilla war around here to buy time and wait for Tokyo's rescue helicopters, or should we continue advancing towards the outskirts?"

"The next plan...?"

My chaplain pulled out a device from his pocket, glanced at the data on it, and after estimating the distance and direction between the green dot representing himself and the others, the yellow dot representing Tokyo, and the red dot representing 'it', he decisively put the device away and spoke to the young man in front of him.

"We're not far enough. We need to continue deeper into the forest to buy more time for the Tokyo area. Every second we delay could save another person. Every meter we run might lure away another Gastrea."

"Now is not the time to rest, young man. We must continue onward, for the peace and prosperity of Tokyo, and for your sister."

The first half of my speech was delivered with great force, shouted to everyone, but the last sentence was whispered into Rentaro Satomi's ear.

After speaking, the bald man didn't pay attention to the boy's reaction. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and ran off into the distance. The team members, who had been automatically keeping watch from the beginning, followed suit. Only one short figure remained, silently glancing in the direction the group had gone, then at the hastily tidied corpse, sighed, and followed.

The elite squad, considered the pinnacle of combat power in the Tokyo area, resolutely headed away from the Tokyo area. Meanwhile, Dojo Masashi recalled his conversation with that man yesterday.

Inside the quaint wooden house, a tall, thin man was sitting face to face with a tall, bald, middle-aged man.

"My lord, I have heard that your family has been loyal to the Holy Emperor for hundreds of years, and that oath has not faded to this day?"

“Yes, Prime Minister. My Tang family has been a vassal of the Holy Emperor’s family for hundreds of years. Even now that the royal family has been reformed and no longer needs vassals, my Tang family is still the Holy Emperor’s most loyal supporter.”

"So, to protect the Holy Emperor you serve, to what extent are you willing to go, Mr. Tang?"

"What do you mean by that, Prime Minister?"

"Mr. Tang, you should already know about the collapse of the No. 32 megalith, but there is another matter that we have not announced to the public, or rather, we have not announced it to the public yet."

"what's up?"

"The zodiac is coming..."

"What?!"

"Don't look so surprised, Mr. Tang. At your level, given your family's history, you should know what the so-called zodiac is all about."

"Yes, I know. But why is it that the zodiac, unless there's a special reason, usually wanders in uninhabited areas? Why is it heading towards the Tokyo area?"

"If you ask me, I can't give you a specific reason either. It could be that it was summoned by 'Odin,' or it could be because of the unusual thunderstorms a while ago, or it could be because it sensed the collapse of the Tokyo Ward Great Barrier, or it could simply be that it came to seek revenge on us humans."

“I am not one of those monsters, and I don’t know what ‘they’ are thinking. I only know that if we don’t stop that monster from getting closer, Tokyo will be finished, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor’s rule will also come to an end.”

“..............What do you want me to do, Your Excellency?”

"I will unseal the 'Seven Stars' Legacy' and give it to you. Take that thing and get away from Tokyo, the farther the better. Ideally, take the Zodiac Belt to a place where there is no human habitation. Only in this way can Tokyo be saved, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor be able to continue ruling this country."

"...I can't do it alone. Although I'm not afraid of Stage 4 Gastrea, Stage 5... is too strong."

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements in advance and prepared an elite team for you. You've probably heard of mechanized units, right? They're more than qualified to buy you time."

"Those people aren't stupid; they won't do such a suicide mission."

"This matter requires my Mr. Tang to cooperate with me in staging a play, a play that will make them willingly die."

"You are despicable, Your Excellency."

"What does it matter if we're even a little more despicable, as long as Tokyo survives? And you, Mr. Tang, are you willing to cooperate with this despicable fellow?"

"...For the sake of the Holy Emperor..."

"Yes, for the sake of the Holy Emperor."

Second and third updates are currently being written: "I, Oma Zi-O, Begin My Journey with the Black Bullet" Synopsis: Ye Yu, Oma Zi-O, after receiving guidance from Kadoya Tsukasa, utterly defeated the Time Jackers and Time Managers, and then prepared to embark on a journey to another world, just like his mentor. ... "Traveling to other worlds like my teacher, maybe I can avert some tragedies?" With this mindset, Ye Yu began his journey. However, his very first world successfully plunged him into a semi-reclusive state. "Save my ass! Today I'm going to slaughter all of you who torture and discriminate against lolis!"

Chapter 126 The Flower of Evil! (8600 words, please subscribe)

Chapter 126 The Flower of Evil! (8600 words, please subscribe)

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Run! Run forward! Run with all your might!

Rentaro Satomi is desperately trying to escape!

The normal left leg had little strength left, and it was supported entirely by the ultra-holmium (chromium) steel prosthesis on the right side of the body. There was a wound on the lower left abdomen, and bright red blood was flowing out continuously.

But the emergency situation at that moment did not allow him to stop and treat his wounds, because... a black monster as tall as a mountain was 'chasing' him from behind.

The story begins an hour earlier, when Rentaro Satomi and his group of mechanized soldiers, led by Masaru Itou, were heading away from Tokyo. Although they occasionally encountered Gastrea hunting in the vicinity, they generally passed through unscathed, traveling safely for several hours.

Just as the bald, middle-aged man was about to reach the pre-set safe distance (for Tokyo), and the long-lost relaxed smile on his face hadn't even begun to bloom, he encountered an unexpected problem.

They ran headlong into a gigantic creature that resembled a squid, but was covered in countless blood-red eyes, and whose tentacles shimmered with brilliant colors.

The Gastrea, standing like a mountain peak—one of the zodiac signs, Scorpio!

Standing nearly two thousand meters tall, with an outer shell strong enough to withstand a barrage of rockets, this terrifying creature is theoretically capable of surviving even a bath in lava or a direct hit from a nuclear bomb. It is one of the main culprits behind the destruction of human society and one of the only eleven remaining Stage 5 creatures in the world.

Oh no, that number became thirty-three after Rorschach appeared.

However, the change in numbers did not diminish the intimidation and terror of these behemoths. The team members, who had no idea why the other side would hide behind a mountain to ambush them, did not give any extra thought. At this moment, they had only one thought: run!

Unfortunately, such behavior was completely meaningless, because the other party was simply too tall, like the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon of mythology whose single 'step' was equivalent to the distance they could run in half a day.

One person, two people, three people...

As time goes by, people fall behind for various reasons and disappear into the dark shadows beneath Scorpio.