Templates: Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo — Jujutsu Kaisen; Snake God (Water God) — In/Spectre.
Unlockable Dungeons: Assassin Wu Liuqi, Bleach, ...
System Points: 90,000
Looking at the glowing system panel in his mind, Seiran Mizunotsuki noted that his attributes could now barely be considered luxurious. It was just that the System Points were never quite enough…
Seiran sighed inwardly, lamenting how quickly the points could be spent to fuel his evolution. In Japan, the vast majority of the powerful figures, the Chaebols, and even the core government had already submitted and entered his game. The harvest of fear, awe, and submission here was stabilizing.
Therefore, Seiran's attention could finally shift. There was still a massive, untapped field of 'leeks' to be harvested overseas; bringing the entire world under his dominion was still a long and arduous task.
"Wait... wait a moment...!"
Sayuri Sawamura pushed against his chest, her pretty face flushed a deep, feverish crimson.
Beside her on the expansive bed, Eriri was already lying limp, her face buried in a pillow, completely unresponsive with a dark, exhausted blush painting her cheeks.
Sayuri was indeed far more mature and physically resilient than her daughter. However, after enduring so many relentless 'battles' against Seiran's supernatural stamina, even the succubus-like mother was completely overwhelmed. Her breath came in ragged, trembling gasps, her skin slick with sweat.
She hadn't originally intended to participate in such absolute indulgence right beside her daughter. But... damn it… under the overwhelming pressure of his Yang energy, her mind had melted. She had completely lost face in front of Eriri… a massive, humiliating loss of her dignified maternal image.
However, Seiran didn't care about her lingering shame. If he was in the mood, he would take exactly what was offered. He effortlessly pinned Sayuri's wrists above her head, eliciting another breathless, desperate plea from the beautiful diplomat's wife as he continued his conquest.
While dominating the physical realm, his mind was already mapping out the globe.
'Overseas...' he pondered, watching Sayuri's eyes roll back in blissful defeat. 'Which country should I choose to be unlucky... or perhaps, lucky enough to receive me next?'
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Daigo Fujiwara finally came to absolute power.
With the sudden, bloody purge of his political rival, Daigo became the rightful Prime Minister of Japan. But immediately upon taking office, the new Prime Minister faced a massive diplomatic crisis: how to explain the deaths to the British Embassy?
Based on this pressure, Daigo secretly visited the Metropolitan Police Department that very night to beg for political cover.
But Superintendent General Hakuba only had one cold thing to say to the Prime Minister: "That is your business. The Metropolitan Police Department will not get involved in secular politics."
Such arrogant, dismissive words were something the MPD would never have dared to utter to the Head of State in the past. But now, the power dynamic was entirely flipped. It was Daigo Fujiwara who dared not say another word. He moved his lips a couple of times, but ultimately bowed his head and took on all the diplomatic blame.
With Lord Mizunotsuki backing them, the MPD had transcended the mortal government. Daigo had no choice but to swallow his pride and personally go to the British Embassy to apologize.
The official government story claimed that Mr. Spencer and former Prime Minister Atsuomi Ayanokoji were killed on the spot while inspecting a site that was ambushed by international terrorists.
Naturally, the British Embassy could not easily accept this explanation.
Of course, it wasn't that they didn't believe it. Rather, it was precisely because they had been operating in Japan for so long that they had no doubts about the cover story's plausibility.
First, the secular Japanese government simply didn't have the guts to openly assassinate a British Diplomat. Second, recently, a group of international criminals had blown up the Hatsukaichi Floating Suspension Bridge, killing many people. Furthermore, the fact that the former Japanese Prime Minister died alongside Spencer sold the lie perfectly; Japan couldn't possibly let their own Prime Minister be buried just to cover up the murder of a mere foreign diplomat, could they?
Finally, British intelligence had indeed received reports over the past few days about the MPD's massive, militarized manhunt for unknown criminals.
Therefore, the British wouldn't be too surprised to hear any bizarre, violent news coming out of Tokyo. What the Embassy truly wanted wasn't an explanation or a tearful apology from Japan—they wanted tangible, massive economic benefits.
With blood on the floor and lucrative trade concessions on the table, everything was negotiable.
Tokyo: MPD Headquarters (Secret Room)
"The cunning old man..."
Superintendent General Hakuba couldn't help but chuckle at Daigo's painful diplomatic concessions. What did this humiliation mean to Daigo anyway? Securing the Prime Minister's seat was already a heaven-defying win for the Fujiwara dynasty.
Hakuba shifted his gaze away from the political reports and looked at the two young men waiting quietly on the side of the secret room: Kakeru Ryuen and Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.
One was a true monster hiding in human skin. The other was a ruthless genius who hadn't shed a single tear over his father's brutal demise. Both were exceptionally talented...
"I agree to your proposal to form a Special Forces Unit," Hakuba declared.
These two had contributed heavily to resolving the Daikanyama incident and toppling the old regime. Since they had contributed, they deserved a reward.
Upon hearing this, Ryuen couldn't help but feel a surge of dark joy. Even Kiyotaka couldn't help but nod respectfully, acknowledging the generous reward.
This was a superhuman unit. Even though this new "Rookie" division would be filled with Half-Curses and unstable anomalies—far inferior to the MPD's orthodox, Black Crow-wielding superhumans—they were still an officially sanctioned, organized supernatural force. As long as they had a legitimate organization, especially one they had built from scratch, they wouldn't just be disposable, lowly thugs to be executed by the MPD.
Sensing their barely concealed excitement, Hakuba smiled silently and walked over, patting Ryuen heavily on the shoulder.
This was a good lad. To avenge those poor old cultists, Ryuen had willingly given up his human form, becoming a complete monster to survive the ritual. The key was, even as a monster, he wasn't strong enough to threaten the MPD's control. A loyal, righteous, and controllable kid—Hakuba liked that.
So he offered them a glimpse of an even greater reward.
"Work hard, boys! The Metropolitan Police Department won't treat you unfairly!" Hakuba said, his tone turning hushed and reverent. "As long as you achieve true, undeniable results for this department... I will introduce you to Someone."
Introduce someone? Who?
Instantly, Kiyotaka's golden pupils constricted to pinpricks, his eyelids widening in absolute shock. His heart pounded so violently against his ribs it felt as if it were malfunctioning.
'Could it be...?'
Looking at the bewildered, questioning expression forming on Ryuen's face beside him, Kiyotaka quickly reached out and yanked Ryuen's sleeve down hard.
Feeling the terrifying strength of Kiyotaka's grip on his arm, Ryuen immediately shut his mouth, swallowing his question. He and Kiyotaka were currently bound by a shared fate; one's survival was intertwined with the other's. He understood Kiyotaka's silent warning perfectly.
'This must mean they've discovered something entirely beyond our comprehension…' Ryuen thought, his cursed blood running cold.
Only after leaving the secure MPD headquarters and arriving back at their detached apartment did Ryuen tentatively break the silence.
"Who is it?" Ryuen asked, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves.
"…Don't ask," Kiyotaka replied, staring blankly at the wall.
"You should at least let me know the gist, right? Could it be a senior master in the supernatural realm? The guy who trains the Black Crows?"
"No."
"Then who could it be? A high-ranking shadow government official?" Ryuen scoffed, blowing a ring of smoke. "It can't be an actual God, can it?"
"…"
Ryuen's casual joke was met with Kiyotaka's deafening, dead-eyed silence.
Now, Ryuen's expression also became heavy and somber. The cigarette burned down towards his fingers unheeded. A terrifying, impossible guess began to form in his mind. This guess made Ryuen forcefully twitch the corners of his mouth, trying to form a smile, but he couldn't manage it.
'Could it be… an actual God…'
"To us... it is," Kiyotaka finally whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
"…"
In an instant, Ryuen felt his scalp tingle, his very monstrous nature trembling in absolute terror. It was an instinctive, biological awe before a higher-dimensional being. It was also an incredulous, natural shock.
He had asked the MPD officers about his own strength. The Daikanyama monster that had given him so much trouble and forced his mutation was considered weak by their standards. To use a video game as an example, that fleshy abomination was at most a 'Goblin' or a 'Slime' that a newbie could easily kill.
So, what kind of horrifying, world-ending majesty must this "God" possess to command the entire Metropolitan Police Department!?
Snap! Ryuen lunged forward and grabbed Kiyotaka's arm tightly. His eyes hid unspeakable, violent, desperate emotions.
"The Director said we need to achieve something," Ryuen hissed.
"Yes."
"He also said he could help us get an introduction to Him…"
"Yes…"
Ryuen threw his cigarette to the floor, crushing it beneath his boot.
"What the hell are we still standing here for!?"
A God. A real God…
Thinking of those old geezers who had sacrificed themselves so he could survive as a monster, Ryuen wished he could resurrect them all and give them a good lecture about trusting strangers.
The intoxicating anticipation of a true God potentially having the power to return those old men to his side made his cursed heart pound wildly.
'Old man... I'll bring you back...'
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