I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 659 The Situation Takes a Sudden Turn
Okayama City,
Located in the southwestern part of the island nation, in the southern part of Okayama Prefecture, this city is the seat of the Okayama Prefectural Government.

Continuing westward, you'll reach the famous Hiroshima—Okayama City isn't well-known, but it has a population of 700,000 and forms the Higashiseto economic zone together with the surrounding cities.

In addition, the prefecture possesses the valuable Okayama Plain, a fertile agricultural area that produces rice, grapes, and peaches, and also has a large livestock industry, primarily dairy farming. In short, it is also a very important agricultural city.

In order to maintain the vast farmlands and pastures here, the island nation has sent a considerable number of low-level superhumans to guard and clean up the wandering evil spirits.
Even so, rice prices remain high.

Kita-Takamatsu Farm, Okayama City

"Tsk, this damn world~~"

Pushing open the door, a young man walked out of the farm's dormitory, rubbing his hair and muttering to himself.

He studied computer automation, which is considered a 'popular' major in this era because evil spirits are everywhere, and the island nation uses a large number of drones, radar detectors, and self-driving cars.

However, the competition remains fierce, and there are far more applicants than available jobs in the city; left with no other choice, this young college graduate had to work on a farm.

In fact, this farm is only a dozen kilometers away from Okayama City, a ten-minute drive, and it is by no means remote.

"How wonderful it would be if there were no evil spirits?"

The evil spirits in the island nation are endless. For example, this farm has three superhumans stationed there: although they are only at the dog level, they can kill evil spirits with their fists.

With the help of talismans produced by the Isoya family and statues 'blessed' at Mount Koya, they were able to barely maintain stability.

Working in a place like this is still a high-risk job.

"So you can only stay on the farm. Hmm?"

The young man, who had stayed up late last night repairing a machine, suddenly stopped walking.

Why is it so quiet?

Something is wrong.
Looking up at the sky, the sun hangs high in the sky.

At this point, there should be people everywhere on the farm: even with mechanized production, people are still needed to control, operate, and maintain it.

However, looking around, all that could be heard in the vast farm was the low hum of machinery.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is fake, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and cold sweat began to seep from the young man's vest.

"No, don't scare yourself. Maybe everyone is just eating and resting—"

The young man, whose voice trembled as if it weren't his own, and whose calves were shaking violently, tried to reassure himself while instinctively backing away, glancing around like a startled rabbit.

He retreated step by step until he was back against the dormitory wall, which gave him a false sense of security. Maintaining this posture, he jogged to the side, close to the wall—there was a detached villa over there, much more upscale than their dormitory, which was the dormitory of one of the superhumans stationed on this farm.

"Takeuchi, Mr. Takeuchi!"

The young man ran to the door of the house, looking around nervously while banging on the door haphazardly.

Knock knock knock,

The sound of pounding on the door echoed continuously, and the sun in the sky brought no warmth; instead, it made the young man feel even colder.

He desperately wanted someone to rush out the next second, yell at him, or even beat him up—he didn't care.

However, the reality is:
No!

Nobody showed up!

The large farm, which has more than 30 employees, was so quiet that it resembled a cemetery.

Impossible, impossible, impossible!!
With a determined effort, the young man turned around, grabbed the wall, and flipped himself over into the enclosure.

This is the extraordinary era, after all. Even computer programmers have to work out every day; otherwise, if they encounter an extraordinary disaster, they won't be able to outrun their enemies or even their comrades, and they'll just be eliminated by nature.

He turned and entered the courtyard, quickly heading around it: there were floor-to-ceiling windows over there, offering a direct view—?!

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, the young man had already spotted the person he was looking for.

A person of extraordinary talent with the surname Takeuchi;
However, right now, this superhuman is hanging in the middle of the living room, a rope wrapped around his neck and disappearing into the ceiling.

Mr. Takeuchi, a dignified superhuman, had bulging eyes, his tongue lolling out of his open mouth, and his distorted features as if he had just gone through a violent struggle. His turbid pupils stared straight out the window—their eyes met.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

A desperate scream echoed through the farm.
Unfortunately, apart from the sound of machinery running, there was still no response.

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"Everyone at Takamatsu Farm is dead?"

"No, there is one survivor, however..."

At the Okayama City Police Station, the patrolman reporting the situation hesitated for a moment upon hearing the police inspector's question.

"He is now in a state of extreme panic, his psychological endurance has reached its limit, and he could collapse at any moment."

"Um,"

The middle-aged police inspector nodded slightly.

When he woke up, all his colleagues, boss, and superhumans were found hanged in his room.

In this situation, anyone would panic: and the only reason the survivors survived was because the other party needed someone to 'call the police'.

That's right!

The other side deliberately left 'survivors' behind.

"Police Department——"

Amidst hurried footsteps, a police inspector burst open the office door.

"News has come from the Pingshan breeding farm that there have also been a large number of victims with similar 'hanging' phenomena!"

The scene sent chills down the spines of even the special police officers who arrived at the scene: Imagine humans being suspended in a factory of a breeding farm, swaying from side to side in the wind, like dried meat. This was no ordinary supernatural disaster; it was more like a provocation, or even a game.

"Damn superhumans!"

Only extraordinary beings can accomplish such a thing.

Moreover, both farms and breeding farms had canine-level superhumans stationed there, yet they still died silently.

This is no ordinary evil spirit, but a much stronger supernatural being.

Just as the middle-aged police inspector was filled with indignation, he suddenly saw a circle in front of him.

A circle made of rope is like—

brush,

Next second,
With a sudden tightening around his neck, the inspector was pulled towards the ceiling.

? !
a mere rope
To reach the position of police inspector, the middle-aged man was at least a wolf-level superhuman. Flames suddenly erupted from his hands as he reached for the rope around his neck.

tight--

As the rope tightens

The pain and helplessness brought on by suffocation suddenly extinguished the police inspector's flames of resistance.

how come? !

He's a wolf-level transcendent, a mere rope...
'Oh,'

A strange chuckle rang out. The last thing the Okayama City police inspector saw was a police assistant and patrol officer reporting for duty being hoisted up by ropes hanging from the ceiling, struggling helplessly as they faced death.

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Chiyoda, Tokyo.

"Chief, all the officers on duty at the Okayama Police Station have been wiped out."

In the director's office of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the secretary handed over a tablet in a somber tone.

"Meanwhile, there have been numerous cases of people having their 'skin' stolen in Nagasaki; a major fire has broken out in Hiroshima, and all efforts are currently underway to extinguish it; and—"

"Another 'earthquake' has struck Fukushima Prefecture. Preliminary estimates suggest that 300,000 people have been buried." As if the situation wasn't chaotic enough, the secretary continued in a dry, monotone manner.

"Tens of thousands of people from Okinawa were dumped in Hokkaido."

Okinawa is located at the southernmost part of the island nation, and it has a typical subtropical climate.

Hokkaido is covered in snow all year round! Those who were dumped in Hokkaido were all wearing shirts and shorts. Although they immediately called for help by phone, by the time the rescue team arrived, almost all of them were frozen into ice sculptures. Only a few superhumans survived because of their physical strength.

Witnessing their loved ones die before their eyes, these extraordinary individuals were overwhelmed with grief and anger, almost to the point of collapse.

"Ten Blades,"

Director Zhu Ya calmly uttered the word.
It was capable of causing all sorts of extraordinary disasters throughout the island nation, yet leaving the police with nothing. No, it was even the extraordinary special police officers who were killed on the spot; it was definitely not an ordinary extraordinary being!
Moreover, only those who originated from the criminal law could pull off such a distinctive 'murder method'.

Skinning, branding, burying alive, exile, and strangulation!

With the hanging head surfacing, only one member of the Ten Blades remained unseen.
"Director! Something's happened!"

bang——

Just then, the head of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Division burst through the door and rushed in.

"There was a coughing fit while drinking water at the Metropolitan Police Department,"

Before he could finish speaking, the section chief's face suddenly turned ashen, and purplish-black blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"poison!"

Thump,

He used all his strength to utter that word.
The extraordinary special police officer fell straight to the ground, with only dark purple blood spreading beneath him.

? !
"Poisoning? That means..."

Director Zhu Ya's face turned cold as she looked at the section chief who had collapsed at the door of her office.

"The last of the Ten Espada is 'Poison'?"

The section chief of the Metropolitan Police Department is a Tiger-level officer!

However, he died silently right in front of her, which made Director Zhu Ya's heart bleed.

"Nine Void Shaking Love".

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at the same time,

"Oh my god, how could this happen?"

"These reports must be fake—"

"Impossible, impossible, it must be AI-generated."

Throughout the island nation, countless people stared at the message that popped up on their phones, so shocked they couldn't help but cover their mouths.

The above depicts various scenes of death: corpses dangling in the air, rows of heads neatly placed on the ground, humans huddled together in the snow, and all sorts of ways to die and all sorts of corpses. Most importantly, these corpses are so 'fresh'.

The blood from the cut was still visible, along with dripping urine, a charred black human figure emitting bluish smoke, and a living person struggling and screaming even after being pierced through!

This made countless ordinary people feel disgusted, and some even vomited.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"To present a gift to Miss Jiu Kong?"

"Isn't this the Metropolitan Police Department? Even the super SWAT officers are here—"

Countless terrified ordinary people watched the images on their phones, instinctively feeling their bodies tremble.

From Okinawa in the far south to Hokkaido in the north, from the Metropolitan Police Department to farms, from bustling merchant ships to ordinary detached houses, all kinds of death scenes shock everyone's nerves, making them feel uncontrollable fear, dread, and sadness.

"It's all..."

What does that guy Jiu Kong Yao love to do?

Along with a large number of pictures and videos being disseminated online to countless people's mobile phones, there was also a unified message:

Present a gift to Miss Jiu Kong.

Countless people's attention has been drawn to this word.

"It's me, Zhu Yachun."

Standing in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's communications room, littered with corpses, Chief Inspector Takeya picked up the phone.

The operators were all bleeding from all seven orifices, some collapsing onto their workbenches, others slumping backward in their chairs, their eyes wide open in death; the unknown deadly poison, delivered through the water dispenser, instantly killed thousands of people in the Metropolitan Police Department! Among them were even several high-ranking officers.

"I understand the situation."

Director Zhu Ya's cold tone made the Prime Minister on the other end of the phone speak cautiously.

"We've already cut off most of the cell phone network, but..."

Those pictures and videos have already been spread.

Moreover, government agencies and police stations in many places have been attacked, plunging them into anarchy; ordinary people are filled with fear, confusion, anxiety, and even despair!
"calm,"

Standing among a pile of corpses,

Director Zhuya, holding a microphone in one hand and a 'blasting knife' in the other, instead comforted the other party.

“We are not without contingency plans for this situation.”

"Let everyone disperse and 'resist' in their local areas, as family units;"

Because of the destructive power of demonic spirits, gathering them in a shelter actually makes them more likely to be wiped out in one fell swoop.

"Notify all police stations to tighten their defenses, report any unusual activity immediately, and authorize the use of all weapons."

unfortunately,

This time, the opponent is an 'evil spirit'.

Otherwise, the island nation's government would definitely detonate the nuclear bombs installed under police stations in various locations, attempting to take the enemy down with it!

These were all items exchanged from Russia, but they turned out to be of little use: the Metropolitan Police Department's superhuman strength was sufficient to deal with those below the Tiger level; and those above the Tiger level were difficult to kill with nuclear bombs, so they could only be used as self-destruction tools.

After putting down the phone, Director Zhu Ya glanced around.

The day has finally come.

In fact,
The island nation's government has simulated this scenario countless times.

No one knows better than the island nation's government how destructive supernatural powers can be to ordinary people.

However, in the past, most of the extraordinary powerhouses, whether friend or foe, possessed a certain 'gentlemanly demeanor'; they would generally only target those who were extraordinary, and ordinary people would not be deliberately targeted unless they were caught in the crossfire of the battle.

Even the demons created by the Nine-Tailed Fox's 'Blood Hakama' were intended to collect 'souls' in order to revive their comrades.

In the presence of superhumans or soldiers, civilians will not be targeted first.

However, this kind of 'lucky' situation is actually abnormal.

Given their extraordinary power and the fact that they don't need to rule over 'mortals', they should have caused far more horrific casualties.

That is, this time's opponent:

"Indeed, humanity is humanity's greatest enemy."

These demon-level evil spirits known as the 'Ten Blades' don't care about the dignity of being a strong person at all!
They resort to all sorts of underhanded tactics, from sneak attacks and assassinations to poisoning and arson! And they don't just target superhumans; they don't even spare ordinary people: no, it should be said that their targets are ordinary people.

Through various brutal killings, they spread panic throughout the island nation—even local police stations and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department fell victim!
In this way, the 'stability' that the island nation's government had worked so hard to maintain was instantly shattered.

Terror, fear, despair, death.
"Nine Void Shaking Love, do you know what you're doing?"

Director Zhu Ya picked up the huge explosive blade, her teeth clenched in anger, yet mixed with a sense of exasperated relief.

Come on, come on quickly!
Let me, a mere mortal, see for myself.
What exactly are you, those high and mighty 'you', plotting?!
(End of this chapter)