Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 212 A Bountiful Harvest of Merit~A Bountiful Harvest of Merit~ (1+1)

On both sides of the huge venue, the gates that were originally used to block the way had been forcibly overturned by the panicked crowd.

At this moment, the security personnel, officials, and members of the public who were originally present were all tangled up in a chaotic mess.

They surged desperately toward the exit like a tidal wave, trying to escape this dangerous place.

Among them were some soldiers carrying guns who mustered their courage during their escape.

He raised his weapon and fired at the most conspicuous flames in the center of the chaotic meeting hall.

After a few scattered gunshots, sparks and debris flew up from behind the monster, causing its body to tremble slightly.

Aside from that, there was no further feedback; the other party didn't even bother to turn their head.

This scene completely shattered the last line of defense in these people's hearts, causing them to drop their guns and turn to join the tail of the fleeing group.

Before long, the once bustling and lively venue was left in a mess.

They were thrown off the high platform, leaving the Yinghua Kingdom officials with nowhere to retreat.

Dressed in expensive suits, they no longer possessed their former dignified air; the dozen or so people were disheveled and huddled together.

They could only watch the crimson figure blocking the exit between the platform, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.

Meanwhile, seeing that his targets were all obediently staying put and showing no signs of escaping, Sato stopped paying attention to them.

He then lowered his head, which resembled a burning skull, and watched the person in his hands scream and struggle, gradually weakening.

Ignoring the dense cracks and blisters on the other person's fat cheeks, she stared at him with empty eye sockets.

As his jaw opened and closed, sparks flew as his bones collided. At the same time, a hoarse, dry voice, as if from hell, drifted into the security captain's ears.

"...Sink into the underworld...No, I'm sorry...Fall into hell...Remember to give my regards to the lords below..."

As the words fell, the nauseating head, sandwiched between Sato's hands, continued to burn with passion.

Its eyeballs, now somewhat shriveled and blackened, gradually dimmed.

Then, the flames-covered palms were slowly withdrawn, and the charred, stuck-together skin was torn off.

"Thump—~"

Without support, the obese security captain, already scorched by flames and corroded by residual toxic chemicals, had lost his life.

He immediately collapsed to the ground like a lump of rotten flesh.

After Sato finished doing all this, he looked away, lifted his leg, and stepped over the corpse on the ground.

On that face, which was not covered by skin, the jawbone opened and closed with pleasure.

They slowly walked towards the high platform where people were gathered together.

"...Next...it's time for the important stuff..."

The hoarse, dry voice, as it drew closer to the platform, reached clearly into the ears of all the remaining officials present.

Some, already terrified by the previous scene, trembled violently, wet their pants, and collapsed to the ground.

Using both hands and feet, he desperately shrank back until he was pressed against the high platform, against the screen that stood against the building.

With nowhere to retreat, they could only curl up in despair.

However, some officials with a bit more courage, despite their barely concealed fear, still managed to stand still.

They weren't as pathetic as those who hid in corners.

This scene caught a glimmer of interest in Sato's eyes as he walked up the stairs to the platform.

His gaze swept across the faces blocking An Bei's path as he lay on the ground.

Looking at those old faces, I tried hard to search for relevant information in my brain, which was already half-burnt.

However, I was so busy with work that I didn't pay much attention to information about officials before.

In the end, only the faces of the leaders, who were often seen in the news, could be vaguely discerned to identify their identities.

One of them is the Minister of Land Economy, who frequently appears in interviews, and the other is an official in charge of business control.

Finally, there was the young man who seemed fairly calm. Sato vaguely remembered him; it seemed that several media outlets had reported on him not long ago.

He was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in the Kingdom of Yinghua, and eventually became the chairman of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I think his name was something like Ito.

As for the other officials, they were really difficult to identify.

Of course, to stand alongside the interior ministers of these countries' highest-ranking officials, their positions must be roughly equivalent...

At this time, the other side.

More than ten cabinet ministers, led by the tall and robust young chairman Kenji Ito, who came from the Self-Defense Forces, gathered together.

They were like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be scaled and processed, their eyes filled with terror and helplessness.

All they could do was stare at that fiery figure, who had suddenly stood motionless at the edge of the platform for some unknown reason.

Although he was terrified, he did not move and remained in front of Anbei, who had fallen to the ground.

It's not that they're particularly loyal; they simply have no other choice.

The number of people who just fled must be at least several thousand, if not ten thousand.

Within a few days, news of the attack on the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Yinghua during a military exercise will spread throughout the country and even the world.

If any of the officials present today were to emerge alive and unharmed, while the chief minister were to die a horrible death and be placed in a coffin for his funeral.

What awaits him is a hopeless dead end.

After all, a press conference of this scale is equipped with live streaming equipment.

No one knows whether anyone had time to turn off the live stream after everyone had left.

Under the camera's lens, anyone who acts like those who are frightened and hide in the corner will be caught off guard.

Even if they survive, they won't have a good ending.

But even if you can understand all of this, the more courageous you are at this point, the better.

But in reality, standing here, I managed to stay upright and not fall to the ground from trembling with fear.

Protecting even the last shred of dignity had exhausted everyone's courage.

Let alone resist.

Engulfed in flames, enduring bullets, reborn from the ashes...

Those on the high platform saw these scenes most clearly, and their fear was deeply etched into their minds.

All these factors have led to the peculiar scene we see today.

Both sides stood still.

On one side was a humanoid monster engulfed in flames, its body so engulfed in flames that even the steel frame beneath its feet was glowing red-hot.

On the other side, a group of well-dressed, sweating officials with embroidered tassels were protecting the prima flotilla, which had fallen to the ground, turned purple, and was foaming at the mouth.

The whole scene is both eerie and tense, and also has a sense of absurdity.

Sato, whose brain was being repeatedly roasted and healed, was somewhat slow in his thinking and was trying hard to recall his memories to identify the people.

The person on the other side remained motionless, not daring to even breathe.

He was terrified that the slightest movement would provoke the monster, which had finally stopped, to attack again and take his life.

However, lucky times are always short-lived.

Just as the human torch Sato was about to burn through the steel frame beneath his feet and collapse.

Its motionless body suddenly moved, taking a step forward.

This immediately sent shivers down the spines of the officials from Yinghua Kingdom, who were already sweating profusely.

Kenji Ito, who came from a military background, was in significantly better condition than the old guys around him, and even had the strength to raise his hand and shout.

"stop……!"

But as soon as he uttered a single word, a fist engulfed in raging flames rapidly enlarged in his horrified, wide-open eyes.

"boom--!"

Now, Sato has a full understanding of his body's self-healing abilities, and he unleashed this attack without reservation, giving it his all.

It delivered a direct hit, dealing full damage from the physical damage stacked with the full fire enchantment.

The young man in the suit who had spoken was punched so hard that his face was dented.

The blood that had just started to ooze out was instantly dried by the raging flames encasing the fist.

With a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking, the young man, who was a head taller than Sato, fell backward, knocking over several people behind him.

As Sato threw the punch with all his might, the muscles and tendons in his forearm, scorched by the flames, snapped instantly.

Sparkling embers scattered all over the ground.

But as soon as he regained his balance, muscles like snakes suddenly emerged, intertwining and twisting together.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly miserable arm was restored to its original state.

Throughout the entire process, Sato didn't even glance at it twice.

Before coming here, he had burned himself several times because he had prepared his own propane fuel.

Having already fully understood his current immortality, he remained completely calm.

He turned his foot and, just as he regained his footing, leaned forward again.

With roaring flames and heat waves, accompanied by the shrill screams of the crowd, they charged in like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep.

Sato, still in his prime, was exceptionally healthy thanks to the cold, yin energy flowing from his right hand that had rid him of all his chronic ailments.

Dealing with these politicians, who are at least in their forties or fifties, pampered and lazy, is as easy as mowing grass.

Aside from the tall young man who initially seemed very capable, but was crippled by a sneak attack and suffered severe facial fractures and burns, and was groaning in pain.

The rest were no match for him. After two of them were knocked down, they were only concerned with fleeing for their lives and had no courage to resist.

The fastest runners were quickly overtaken by Sato, who grabbed them with his arm.

This allowed these politicians from the Kingdom of Yinghua, who claimed to have skin thicker than a city wall, to personally experience what it was like to face a sea of ​​fire.

In less than half a minute, they collapsed to the ground, convulsing, amidst piercing screams and whimpers as they were burned by the intense heat and poisonous gas.

Sato immediately realized how efficient this method was.

So they simply dealt with those unknown high-ranking officials one by one, some of whom were lying on the ground begging for mercy, others fleeing for their lives.

He pulled her over directly and pressed her forcefully into the raging flames burning on his body.

A series of crackling sounds, accompanied by screams, echoed through the chaotic venue.

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat wafted around the high platform.

Looking at the figures scattered on the ground, some motionless and others still twitching slightly, Sato ignored them and stepped back onto the platform.

With a flick of his foot, he sent the tall, barely breathing young man flying off the stage.

He then went straight to the side of An Beishou, who was lying on the ground and convulsing from time to time.

Or perhaps they sensed someone approaching.

Or perhaps it was the heat from the flames emanating from Sato's body as he approached and bent down that awakened the consciousness of the dying prime minister.

On that face, which was swollen and covered in large areas of burns, a pair of eyes, swollen to the point of being narrowed into slits, struggled to open.

Turning his head, he saw the jet-black head that was constantly radiating light and heat.

Immediately, in a hazy state of consciousness, I heard a strange, hoarse voice drifting over.

"...I didn't expect you to be so resilient..."

"...That's good...it avoids the drawback that I might not get the merit points if I didn't do it myself..."

As he spoke, Sato, ignoring his face which was so badly burned that his expression was indistinguishable, swayed slightly as if trying to express something.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and glanced at the other person's chest.

Upon closer inspection, a large area of ​​hexagonal thin plates is spread across its entire main body.

It looked like some kind of customized bulletproof equipment, but it was now blackened by the flames.

Clearly, the other party hadn't considered the possibility of being roasted. His complicated attire meant his men couldn't immediately remove his jacket. They simply roasted him through the bulletproof vest until he was about three-tenths cooked.

Sato, feeling quite pleased with himself, wanted to stay and admire the scene a little longer, but he noticed that the other person was breathing very little and was about to die.

Without further delay, he raised his hand and grabbed the other person's head, which was still swaying slightly as if begging.

"Bah—!"

When exposed to direct flame, oily skin is instantly scalded and wrinkled, producing a sizzling sound that makes your scalp crawl.

Soon, the area, which is covered with a large number of nerves and blood vessels, was instantly scalded and burned.

Lying on the ground, An Bei, paralyzed from poisoning, struggled a couple of times, kicked her legs, and the light in her swollen, slit-like eyes gradually faded.

died.

Sato felt a sudden sense of relief upon reaching this conclusion, but this was followed by a feeling of emptiness.

However, it seemed that soon, with the death of this wicked man, everything changed.

In his right hand, the cold, yin energy that had been flowing subtly and continuously within his body suddenly and noticeably increased in size.

Sato's previously empty thoughts were suddenly filled with this unexpected surprise.

As the cold, damp energy within the body strengthens again, the energy that was originally confined to the wrists and spread towards the palms...

It has now quickly filled the entire palm, and spread towards the forearm, only stopping at the elbow.

Once all the changes subsided, the overall size had increased three or four times compared to the beginning.

Then, right under Sato's gaze.

Before his eyes, his own hands, charred and withered from being scorched by flames, were visibly swelling with new, vein-like muscles, rapidly filling out.

The renewed surge of cold, damp air brought with it an even stronger self-healing ability, directly overpowering the raging, scorching flames on the body's surface.

It is rapidly repairing itself; now, Sato's muscles look like they've been roasted into jerky.

Although this repair process stops after a few breaths, it remains on the surface of the skin and no longer grows.

But Sato was soon pleasantly surprised to find that the repaired muscle groups seemed to be even stronger than before.

Even his height seems to have increased out of nowhere.

After being licked by flames and having its surface moisture evaporated, Sato appeared thin and emaciated.

Now, having received a large amount of merit, his physique was no less than that of Kenji Ito, who had been kicked off the platform.

However, seemingly due to its stronger self-healing ability, the fat on the body surface is rekindled by the flames, repeatedly consumed and increased.

This caused the flames burning on his body to leap up even higher and burn even more fiercely.

The stronger the flames, the greater the damage to the body, thus matching the rate of self-healing and creating a vicious cycle.

However, Sato didn't seem to care. After admiring his own well-defined muscles for a moment, he lost interest.

He turned around and jumped off the platform.

Look around.

Seeing the crowd lying on the ground, and some of them even miraculously reviving and struggling to crawl towards the exit of the venue in the distance.

Sato, who had gained a large amount of merit, was in a great mood and walked over to finish off each of the Yinghua Kingdom officials on the ground.

After the last person's desperate scream abruptly stopped, stuck in his throat, the entire venue fell into complete silence.

Only the bio-energy torch on his body, burning fiercely, echoed with a whooshing sound.

Standing still, Sato felt the chilling aura within his body surge once more, and he felt extremely satisfied.

Although the remaining dozen or so officials combined had merits roughly equivalent to An Beishou's, who would complain about not having enough money?

Moreover, Yinghua Kingdom has many officials, and even if there were no officials, there would be other sinful people waiting for him.

With a population of over 100 million, there will eventually be a day when enough merit is accumulated to save one's wife and daughter.

Now, I have a fun and hopeful job. Without pressure, I'm full of motivation and feel completely relieved.

Sato even felt as if he had become twenty years younger, and his whole mindset was exceptionally sunny and bright.

At this moment, due to the significant increase in merit, the healing effect brought by the cold aura also surged.

This time, it even directly and forcefully suppressed the fat burning cycle, causing patches of skin to grow mottledly on the body surface.

Although their skin was still charred and brittle from the flames, it was already beginning to resemble human form.

Sato hummed a cheerful tune with his somewhat dry lips.

However, because the flames distorted the air, it sounded somewhat ethereal and eerie.

However, he seemed completely oblivious, humming as he stepped over the corpses.

After looking around, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He strode quickly to a corner of the venue, picked up a red tangerine peel from an overturned red tin box, and took out a metal can with a label and a tube attached.

On the front of the can, there is also a simple black flame.

It was a large fire extinguisher, and it even came with a small hand-pulled cart.

Normally, fire extinguishers of this size need to be used with a wheelbarrow, but now, perhaps due to the surge of cold energy brought by good deeds, this fire extinguisher is being used.

In addition to enhancing his body's self-healing ability, it also slightly strengthened his physical attributes, although he was not yet invulnerable to weapons.

But when he wrapped his arms around the metal canister weighing over 100 pounds, he seemed to handle it with ease and didn't feel it was heavy at all.

Sato turned the can around and examined it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it contained carbon dioxide instead of dry powder, which pleased him greatly.

Without hesitation, he unplugged the connector and turned on the valve, supporting himself with one hand.

Just like using a showerhead while taking a bath, it sprayed directly onto its head, where flames were leaping up half a meter high.

"Sizzle—~"

A large blast of white, icy air rushed down on him, instantly cooling his previously fiery body.

Sato simply sprayed his entire body thoroughly.

After confirming that there were no more sparks, he tossed the fire extinguisher aside and stepped back into the pile of corpses scattered on the ground.

As they moved around, the charred and dried tissues underwent rapid cooling and became completely necrotic.

As you walk, large patches of skin peel off, just like a thick cocoon on your body that quickly collapses to the ground.

When the last charred patch on her cheek was pushed off and fell to the ground by the newly grown, delicate skin.

A two-meter-tall, muscular man with a resolute face stood in the open space surrounded by corpses.

The bright midday sun shone on her skin, which was as white and tender as a newborn's, and it was almost dazzling.

Sato himself was also extremely surprised.

He patted himself all over, even finding a piece of broken glass that had somehow broken off.

Looking at my face, I realized that apart from looking somewhat similar to before, I was like a completely different person.

Even if someone you know comes, you probably won't recognize them without looking closely.

Their temperament, physique, and skin are vastly different.

He doesn't look like a hardworking office worker nearing forty at all; instead, he looks like a wealthy young master who lives a life of luxury and has achieved considerable success in his fitness routine.

Only his facial features still retain some of their original characteristics, and his eyes still carry a sense of vicissitude and composure that does not match his apparent age.

After indulging in self-admiration and reveling in the deserted meeting room for a while, Sato quickly remembered the important matter.

He simply looked down and scanned the area.

Finally, they stripped the clothes off the body of the young cabinet minister who had jumped out to stop them first, a man of similar size to themselves.

Ignoring the charred marks on the collar, she put it on directly.

I moved around a bit, and although it was a little tight, it still fit quite well.

After searching around again, I found a thick tie and tied it to cover the burn marks on my neck and shoulders, making it almost perfect.

Therefore, the dramatic changes in clothing and physique are probably not the result of close-up, detailed camera shots and comparisons.

It's almost impossible to connect the disheveled middle-aged man who entered the scene with the tall, fit young man he is today.

Sato himself was very satisfied.

She straightened her collar, put on a bright and confident smile, and, wearing high-end leather shoes, prepared to leave the now meaningless meeting place.

Reaching out from the ground, he found a relatively intact phone, unlocked it using the still-warm phone of its former owner, and then opened the chat interface after a series of operations.

But after flipping through the pages for a while, I still couldn't find anything. I then opened the news, but there were no recent hot topics.

Obviously, it's not possible to simply look at the detailed address announced at the press conference and find your way there, just like this time.

Somewhat disappointed, Sato put his phone back in his pocket, thought for a moment, and decided to leave the area first.

Otherwise, if the people who fled outside gather more troops, although we are not afraid, being surrounded would be troublesome.

I walked briskly towards the outer exit.

He hadn't gone far when he passed a bookshelf that had been accidentally knocked askew by someone who had fled.

At the top of the shelf, a thick stack of promotional files seemed to have been blown away by a sudden gust of wind, shifting horizontally by more than ten centimeters.

It wobbled and fell down with a thud, landing right at Sato's feet.

"Eh?"

This obvious commotion naturally attracted Sato, whose body had recently been strengthened.

Driven by curiosity, I picked up the stack of files and took a closer look.

It turned out to be a collection of annual contributions and new talent proposals from Yinghua Kingdom.

Somewhat surprised and uncertain, Sato stopped in his tracks and opened the thick stack of files bound into a book.

What comes into view is a row upon row of headshots, some with serious, expressionless faces, others with smiling ones.

The name, official title, and contributions are attached next to it.

Clearly, this is a promotional book aimed at popularization, publicity, attracting sponsorships, or boosting popularity.

It's not surprising that he appeared at this press conference filled with high-ranking officials.

The more Sato looked, the wider his eyes widened.

He had only turned a few pages when he saw several familiar faces lying on the ground behind him.

This made him suddenly realize the importance of the book in his hand, and he began to stop and study it seriously.

Soon, after some thought, he realized that he, who was not very familiar with the politics of the high-ranking officials in Yinghua Kingdom, had discovered something.

Although the ringleader An Bei was executed this time, the number of cabinet ministers killed or injured was less than half.

According to the book I have, such gatherings of ministers require extensive prior planning.

In emergency press conferences like today's, only the resident ministers are present, while many other ministers are scattered in different locations.

Upon reading this, Sato's brows furrowed, sensing something was amiss.

After that, it will be difficult to find large-scale spontaneous gatherings that would provide an opportunity for assassination.

Looking at the remaining ministers in the catalog, their locations scattered throughout the Yinghua Kingdom, gave him a headache.

"...It seems this will take quite a bit more time..."

Muttering to himself, Sato frowned as he slid his finger across the book, eventually pointing to a large photo of a bald man.

"...Recently... Factory Island?"

Sato muttered to himself as he flipped through the "roll list" he had been lucky enough to obtain.

He strolled slowly, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, out of the collapsed entrance to the venue.

Stepping over the mess left by people fleeing in panic, I turned a corner and went straight into the alleyway.

After a few turns, it disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)