Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 543 Godzilla-100 (23)

Inside Godzilla's head, Bosch saw the color-changing pages again and was very satisfied.

"Just as I thought, this is the right thing to do."

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a vague sense of unease.

If he hadn't turned into Godzilla.

So, was Zhu Wen's original role to stop Godzilla, or to use Godzilla to destroy Tokyo?
He could never find the answers to these questions.

As he continued to push Godzilla forward, Tokyo, Japan, which had just been rebuilt, was once again reduced to ruins.

This time, it was utter ruin. The terrifying atomic breath swept across, almost leveling all the buildings on the surface of Tokyo.

The American troops, once regarded as saviors, were wiped out the moment Godzilla landed.

The people of Tokyo could only cry and scream as they fled for their lives, and some even knelt down and begged for mercy.

But Godzilla, like a merciless god, turned a deaf ear to their pleas and mechanically carried out its predetermined plan of destruction.

It is high above, indifferent to everything in the world.

An hour later, Godzilla seemed finally satisfied and left Tokyo.

All that remained was a scene of burning flames and utter devastation.

The once bustling capital of Japan is now nothing but ruins.

The U.S. military, which once wielded immense power in East Asia, has now become a thing of the past, leaving behind only a pile of twisted, rotten steel and broken stones.

Having achieved the feat of 100% destruction of Tokyo, Zhuang Boshi has brought Zhu Wen to an island where they are grilling and eating large blue crabs.

Zhuang Boshi kept flipping through the booklet, which was now almost entirely in color.

But the last page remains black and white.

The last page shows Godzilla leaving Tokyo, but they've done it.

Why didn't it turn into color?

What other hidden conditions did you fail to meet?
"It's almost there. Are we going to let the Japanese take down Godzilla?" Zhu Wen guessed.

“No, this only covers the damaged parts.” Bosch looked through it again.

"In theory, once we've completed the sabotage mission, we should be able to clear the game."

"What exactly is missing?"

Now we're close to a dead end again.

They've already driven themselves to a dead end.

Tokyo has already been destroyed; it's impossible for it to be destroyed again.

Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but feel anxious.

He didn't want to be trapped in this world forever; his teammates were waiting for him.

Zhu Wen stared at the booklet, making calculations, when suddenly she let out a strange "Eh."

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

"How strange. I just tried to directly deduce Godzilla's fate, but it turned out that he died a violent death."

Zhuang Boshi said helplessly, "It did die a violent death. After all, I chopped it into pieces and burned it to ashes as soon as it appeared."

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Zhu Wen explained.

"I calculated its original destiny, which is its fate without your interference."

"Your appearance only hastened its violent death."

"According to the original plot, it was indeed going to be destroyed by humans."

Zhu Wen pointed to the hexagram: "Look at this hexagram, it has Xun above and Kan below, but it also has the external image of Qian Yuan."

"This fully demonstrates that Godzilla's death was a sudden and violent one."

"In other words, it is the deaths caused by outsiders like us."

"Factors from outside the world."

“Captain, given your current level of cultivation, it’s difficult for me to directly predict your karma, but Godzilla’s death was inevitable.”

"So, it is very likely that some other cause and effect from outside the world killed Godzilla."

"This is its final outcome."

Zhuang Boshi's gaze narrowed slightly: "So you're a reincarnator?"

“Yes, Godzilla should have been killed by the Reincarnators.” Zhu Wen nodded.

"I even suspect that there will be a sequel to this booklet."

She turned to the last page of the book.

"You see, if this is the ending, it's a bit abrupt and the plot is too simplistic, but if there's a sequel—"

"Isn't this much more reasonable?"

Zhuang Boshi pondered, "If there are other reincarnators, then it makes sense."

"According to the original plot, you should have cooperated with the other reincarnators to kill Godzilla and complete the mission."

"But I was an accident; I shouldn't have been born into this world."

"Because I suddenly killed Godzilla, the level became completely stuck, and the other reincarnator failed to appear, disrupting everything."

"Will they be teammates?" Zhu Wen asked expectantly.

"That kind of good thing won't happen."

Zhuang Boshi shook his head: "It should be a reincarnator from the Celestial Team, the East Sea Team, or the Indian State Team."

"but--"

Zhuang Boshi gazed into the distance at the ruins of Tokyo.

"We have completed the scene of Tokyo's destruction, so it's time for the next actor to take the stage."

In Tokyo, Yoji Minami looked at the desolate ruins before him, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

He clutched the half-rolled picture book tightly in his hand, feeling less hatred for Godzilla and more confusion about what to do.

Tokyo was his home. Although the time was fifty years later, he was indeed born in Nerima Ward, Tokyo, where he spent his school years, and everything there was unforgettable for him.

Even though he knew this wasn't the Tokyo where he grew up, and that he might never go home again.

Yoji Minamie, a third-year high school student.

I'm about to turn eighteen.

In the Donghai team, apart from the captain, probably no one knows his birthday.

His position in the Donghai team is like his position in his family.

He had no presence at all. He lived with his uncle and aunt, and had a cousin named Nan Jiang Zeming who attended the most famous private high school in the area. The tuition was exorbitant, the teachers were strict, and luxury cars and beautiful women were as numerous as clouds.

Before he entered the Main God Space, he had to take the joint exam in just half a month. During that time, everyone who saw him gave him earnest advice, telling him that the end of the world was coming and he should be full of fighting spirit.

The greater the pressure, the lazier Nanjiang Yangzhi became. Besides playing games, he would lie in bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

As someone who has little presence in the public eye, his laziness is not hard to understand.

After Minami Yoji turned twelve, he never saw his parents again. He didn't know where they went, only that he was fostered by his uncle and aunt and suffered all kinds of disdain from his aunt and cousin.

He was lonely; he was a member of the after-school club throughout junior high and high school.

Every time the school holds a spring festival, the prettiest girl in my class plays the piano on stage, while the boys in their class, dressed in black tuxedos, dance gracefully around the piano.

Yoji Minami sat in a forgotten corner, his chin resting on his hand, lost in thought as he read a literary novel.

In his second year of high school, he met Shizuka Nogi, and it was the first time he felt the heartbeat of a young man.

Many people have said that Shizuka doesn't like him and only uses him as a tool.

But Yoji didn't believe it.

He remembered that afternoon when only Shizuka and he were in the classroom. He was wiping the blackboard, and Shizuka, wearing a cotton dress, was sitting on the podium humming a song softly. The slanting sunlight of the setting sun shone on the newly replaced desk.

The ivy outside the window hung down, and the evening between spring and summer was exceptionally quiet. Shizuka suddenly turned and asked, "Yoji, would you like to join the literature club?"
At that moment, Yoji felt as if he had turned to stone, with only his heart pounding in his chest.

The flowers and plants outside the window grew wildly, the sun set, the cicadas' chirping seemed to accelerate a hundredfold, time slipped through their fingers, and the years changed, but his and Shizuka's gaze seemed eternal.

After that, he often fantasized that perhaps a helicopter would descend from the sky to pick him up, and escort him and Shizuka away from the venue in the eyes of their classmates.

Together they embark on a grand wedding.

However, what awaited him was not a grand wedding ceremony, but a truly humiliating joke.

That was a failed night.

He had planned to confess his feelings to Shizuka, the literary girl who led him into the literary club and illuminated his life like a ray of light.

Unexpectedly, he became a laughing stock, with dozens of classmates witnessing how he embarrassingly became the mascot for the class's despicable, popular Meng Huatuohai to confess his feelings to Shizuka.

He was like a fool, with a clown's mask on.

Watching them confess their love to each other, hug each other, and kiss each other.

But he had no right to stop it, nor did he have the right to. In despair, he could only turn and run away.

He even left the crumpled love letter he wrote to Shizuka behind.

Meng Huatuo read the love letter aloud in front of everyone.

Everyone was laughing at the lewd man's overestimation of his abilities.

Even Shizuka was smiling.

It wasn't a smile, but the kind of disdainful smile you get from the group of dark-skinned, hot girls in the class.

Yoji Minami was in despair.

How he wished a beautiful female senior, driving a Ferrari, could take him away from that Rashomon-like situation.

Unfortunately, no one came.

He's a recluse, a shut-in, and doesn't fit in with others.

These are all labels attached to him.

Yoji walked to the rooftop like a walking corpse, intending to jump.

But then I received a call from my aunt.

abuse.

Extremely offensive and abusive language.

Because her parents hadn't sent any living expenses for two months, her aunt planned to kick Nanjiang Yangzhi out.

Yoji lost the courage to jump off the building and returned home in a daze.

He discovered that all his belongings had been thrown out the door.

I'm grateful to my aunt for her kindness; she didn't confiscate his only valuable possession, his computer.

When Yoji found a dilapidated apartment and prepared to commit suicide by burning charcoal, he decided to turn on his computer one last time.

Play a game.

Only in the game world does he have a sense of presence.

Then he saw that strange pop-up window.

Yes or no.

He didn't refuse.

But the Main God Space.

A more desperate place.

His first world was The Ring, and he was saved by fellow rookie Rogers if not for the captain's help.

Perhaps he has already died at Sadako's hands.

But even after four worlds have passed.

Yoji still couldn't find a reason to live.

Even though he had already unlocked the second-tier gene lock and the two-tomoe Sharingan.

He still hunched over, avoiding eye contact and speaking to others, like a pathetic child.

They were even unwilling to vent their frustrations by having children like their teammates did.

Therefore, even though Godzilla destroyed Tokyo, he felt no hatred, only sadness.

He looked at the half-finished picture book in his hand.

The other half may be in the hands of other reincarnators.

But at this moment, he was all alone.

Without his teammates, he drifted along like a piece of rotten wood.

As for how he entered this world, he couldn't remember at all, nor did he want to.

He felt that he was about to die.

But it’s better to die.

Anyway, nobody cares about him.

But there were still things to be done before I died.

(End of this chapter)