c11: The Resistance Alliance
After Broly and his group left Kobe, the news media only reported that five murder cases had occurred that night.
The scale of the incident was deliberately suppressed.
Clearly, the parasites had no intention of letting the truth spread. If the public discovered that dozens of people had been killed overnight and that the culprits were inhuman creatures capable of disguising themselves perfectly, it would inevitably lead to mass panic and the collapse of social order.
At the same time, the local authorities intensified security measures.
Roadblocks were set up across the city, and strict inspections were carried out on all vehicles and pedestrians entering or leaving the area.
Unfortunately for them, Broly and his companions had already departed long before these measures were implemented.
No matter how thorough the search was, there was no way to trace them.
Meanwhile, within the parasite community, the situation had already triggered alarm.
The sudden loss of dozens of their kind in a single night was not something they could ignore.
A secret meeting was quickly convened.
After years of infiltration, the parasites had completely adapted to human society.
They had learned to use modern technology, integrate into institutions, and even manipulate systems of power.
Using computers and secure communication networks, high-ranking parasites from different regions connected to a central conference to discuss their next course of action.
The one presiding over the meeting was an elderly man with graying temples.
He wore a simple kimono, yet his posture was upright, and his presence carried an undeniable authority.
This was not merely the aura of a parasite but the authority of someone who stood at the pinnacle of human society.
His identity, if revealed, would shock the entire nation.
He was the Prime Minister of Japan.
In the original setting of Parasyte, parasites had already begun infiltrating the highest levels of government, gradually replacing key figures and gaining control over entire administrative systems.
This man was one of the clearest examples of that infiltration.
Seated in a wooden chair, a cane resting lightly in his hand, he appeared calm and composed.
Not far from him, on a small table, sat a plate of freshly cut human hands.
The skin was smooth and delicate clearly belonging to a child.
Unlike ordinary parasites, who fed purely out of instinct, he had long since developed refined preferences.
Having risen to the top of the nation's power structure, mere survival was no longer his concern.
He pursued something else entirely
Taste.
Through repeated "experiments," he had categorized different types of human flesh.
Children were the most tender.
Women came next.
Adult men had a firmer, chewier texture.
The elderly, in his opinion, were the least desirable.
Among all parts, he particularly favored children's hands, finding them comparable to delicacies like chicken feet.
Thus, every day after finishing his official duties, he would prepare such a "meal" for himself, consuming it calmly while continuing his work.
…
As the video conference began, the participants appeared one after another on the screen.
One of them stepped forward.
Dressed in a formal black suit, his expression tense, he bowed deeply at a full ninety degrees toward the others.
"I sincerely apologize," he said.
"My jurisdiction has experienced a catastrophic failure. Approximately fifty of our kind were eliminated in a single night."
His tone was filled with restraint and submission.
"I accept full responsibility for this incident and am willing to face any punishment deemed necessary."
This man was the parasite in charge of the Kobe region.
And tonight's events…
Had shaken the entire hidden order of their species.
"What exactly happened? Why were there so many casualties? Our population is already limited, I expect a reasonable explanation."
As he spoke, the left cheek of the man known as the Prime Minister split open.
A flattened tentacle extended outward, picking up one of the severed hands from the table and bringing it to his mouth, chewing calmly as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
The other regional leaders on the call remained silent, but their attention sharpened.
Losing dozens of parasites in a single night was no trivial matter.
If such an incident occurred in their own territories, the consequences would be severe.
Daiki Asuka maintained his deep bow, his posture rigid.
Even after fully adapting to human society, parasites still retained certain learned behaviors such as the formal etiquette commonly seen in Japanese culture.
"Initially, we suspected the Resistance Alliance," he began, his tone steady.
"But after further investigation and reviewing surveillance footage, we confirmed that the perpetrators were three individuals actively hunting parasites."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"One is a six-year-old child… with a Saiyan tail."
"The second is a young woman who uses a staff-like weapon."
"The third is a blond boy with whisker-like markings on his face."
"Through surveillance cameras and satellite imaging, we have confirmed that all three possess abilities far beyond normal human limits."
Asuka raised his head slightly, his expression turning more serious.
"The child with the tail is the primary threat. His physical strength and speed are overwhelming. In every recorded encounter, he eliminates our kind with a single strike."
"There is no prolonged combat… only instant destruction."
"The girl is comparatively weaker, but still capable of defeating individual parasites in direct combat."
"As for the blond boy, his abilities are unusual. He can create multiple identical copies of himself and transform into small animals, making reconnaissance extremely efficient."
"These three worked together and eliminated approximately fifty of our kind in a single night."
"And as of now…"
"They have relocated to Shibuya and are moving openly within the district."
After finishing his report, Asuka uploaded a series of images and video clips to the shared screen.
Although Broly and his group had taken precautions, the technological level of this world especially satellite observation and urban surveillance made complete concealment nearly impossible.
On the screen, one clip played repeatedly.
It showed Broly stepping forward and casually throwing a punch.
In the next instant, the parasite's entire body was obliterated.
No resistance.
No struggle.
Just instantaneous annihilation.
For a brief moment, the conference fell into silence.
Even these creatures who prided themselves on their rationality and lack of human emotion felt something unfamiliar.
Fear.
In one of the split-screen windows, a shadowed figure visibly trembled.
The thought crossed his mind almost immediately, If that punch landed on him, there would be nothing left.
Not even a corpse.
"Shibuya…" the Prime Minister spoke calmly, as if discussing something trivial.
"That area should fall under the jurisdiction of Nagahama Hiroshi."
"I recall that the Resistance Alliance there has been particularly active."
His gaze shifted slightly.
"Nagahama Hiroshi have you resolved your resistance problem yet?"
"Regardless of why these three are hunting us, if they come into contact with the Resistance…"
"…the consequences will be troublesome."
"After all, those humans already possess information about our identities."
After finishing another piece of flesh, he wiped his mouth neatly with a napkin, his tone remaining composed.
On another screen, a man immediately lowered his head respectfully.
"I sincerely apologize," he said.
"The resistance forces in my region have already been purged multiple times."
"However… there is one particularly troublesome anomaly."
"A parasite that failed to take over the brain and instead resides in a human's right hand—along with its host."
"They have repeatedly interfered with our operations, allowing targets to escape during each purge."
He spoke truthfully, awaiting judgment.
This abnormal existence corresponded exactly to the case seen in Parasyte, a rare failure of full brain takeover, resulting in coexistence between parasite and human.
"I see…"
The Prime Minister narrowed his eyes slightly.
Before the man could react, a blur moved behind him.
His head fell cleanly from his shoulders.
Standing behind him, a bodyguard had already transformed, his arm reshaped into a blade-like appendage.
The execution was instantaneous.
No hesitation.
The Prime Minister didn't even look surprised.
"Ishii Jun," he said calmly.
"You understand what must be done."
The bodyguard knelt on one knee immediately.
"I understand."
"I will evacuate the parasites within the district first."
"Then selectively relocate portions of the human population."
"I will track the movements of those three targets closely and deploy human military forces to eliminate them…"
"…along with the Resistance Alliance."
His voice was cold and precise.
"Very good," the Prime Minister replied.
"If necessary, I will authorize the use of military-grade weaponry."
"Missiles, if required."
His tone remained completely indifferent.
In his view, no matter how powerful an individual might be, they could never truly oppose an entire world.
…
At that very moment, far away in Shibuya
Broly sat quietly.
His expression remained blank.
For some reason…
He suddenly felt like someone, somewhere, had just made a very bad decision.
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