Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 220 A Scene of Despair
The full moon, which should have been bright under the cool sky, seemed to be veiled by a layer of gauze due to the island climate.

The flawless, disc-like moon hung in the gloomy sky, like an eye, scanning the desolate city.

Amen withdrew his gaze and looked again at the chaotic street scene before him, which looked as if it had just been attacked. He couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

"...They're all destroyed."

His gaze was complicated. He had just passed by a large shopping mall where a vehicle bearing the Metropolitan Police Department logo had crashed into the wall and was lying crookedly in front of the entrance, surrounded by a jumble of shop goods.

Clearly, even those who enforce the city's rules and laws have become involved in this urban collapse and revelry.

This made Yamen somewhat confused about the direction he had always hoped to strive for.

Right from the start, the team suffered heavy casualties, order collapsed, and faith crumbled.

If this is the kind of treatment a protagonist should receive, then Amon doesn't feel so keen on being a protagonist anymore...

Although he was feeling down, he did not forget the danger he was in.

He paused for a moment during a rest stop after walking a short distance, then quickly stood up again in the shadows of a building, his wary eyes scanning his surroundings.

Now, in the lonely night, on the chaotic street, two figures have been moving along an inconspicuous corner for an hour.

Along the way, Yamon led the somewhat bewildered Tomie, proceeding as quickly as possible through the streets and alleys while remaining cautious. Apart from a brief rest of a few minutes to recover their strength, they did not stop for a moment.

After passing through another intersection blocked by a chain of car accidents, Yamen felt his vision suddenly clear, and he saw a wide, straight road running from west to east.

Looking into the distance, one can only see faint shimmering waves and towering black shadows.

After gazing intently for a while, Yamen carefully took out a colorful map from his pocket and unfolded it.

This is a tourist map depicting the roads and attractions of Tokyo, but now it has been marked with circles of varying sizes in different colors, along with some simple annotations.

Yamen found this in his backpack shortly after setting off; it must have been secretly given to him by the kind-hearted Dr. Wang.

At that moment, Amon spread out the map and, using the dim moonlight overhead, carefully searched for his location with his finger. Soon, his finger stopped at a commercial district adjacent to Tokyo Bay.

"Roppongi? No wonder..."

After pinpointing his location, Yamen immediately understood why the distance between buildings and the roads were suddenly so much wider. The main roads connecting to the cross-sea bridge and the commercial area were bound to be wider than the residential areas he had been driving through.

After carefully examining his location and the surrounding map, Yamen frowned.

The entire cross-sea bridge and the area adjacent to the bay were circled in bright red, with a skull and crossbones drawn on them.

"Death Zone"

The two traveled through areas marked as unknown or dangerous zones on the map, which were relatively less dangerous. Fortunately, for some reason, they did not encounter any strange creatures or dangers along the way.

However, when they unfolded the map, the two originally planned to travel through areas with relatively low danger and get as close to the outskirts of the city as possible.

However, if it were really that easy, there wouldn't be any talk of being unable to get out.

The map, which was gradually unfolding, was almost entirely red, except for the old residential area that I had left, which was marked in green. Interspersed among the green areas were some strip-shaped gray areas that had been identified as having a relatively low level of danger.

Besides, no matter which direction you leave the city, you will inevitably have to pass through a large red death zone.

Amen's original plan was to reach the bay and look for fishing boats or sightseeing yachts to travel by water, which would likely reduce the chances of encountering monsters.

Looking at my current location on the map, I realize that to reach the sea, I'd have to cross the vast commercial district in front of me, which is already the shortest distance to the sea on the entire map…

Even though I was lucky enough to avoid any danger along the way, looking at the buildings that were once bustling and brightly lit under the night sky, now resembling giant beasts crawling in the darkness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease stemming from instinct.

However, looking at Tomie, who had followed him all the way and never voiced any objections, how could he give up halfway through when she trusted him so much?

Yamen gritted his teeth, carefully folded the map in his hand and put it back in his pocket. With his free hand, he drew the police pistol that was already fully loaded with bullets from his waist and looked firmly at the desolate commercial district in front of him.

"Follow me!"

He lowered his voice and said something, then immediately stepped out, using the various vehicles parked haphazardly on the street as cover, and headed towards the commercial area across the wide highway.

Upon arriving on the other side, they found themselves in an open plaza, which made Yamen frown slightly.

However, after inspecting the area, his eyes lit up when he spotted a lush green belt in the distance that led directly to the adjacent street.

The area is lush with flowers and plants, and as long as you are careful, you should not be able to spot yourself while walking through it.

With a plan in mind, Yamen made a hand gesture and took the lead, diving into a patch of green a dozen steps away.

Just as he had expected, the trees and vegetation were exceptionally lush, making it very secluded to walk through.

However, due to the dense trees overhead, visibility was greatly reduced, so they slowed down their pace and increased their vigilance as they moved forward.

However, just as the two of them held their breath and crouched down to pass through, suddenly, a very clear explosion rang in Amen's ears, and this time both of them heard it clearly.

As Yamen turned to be on guard, he even felt as if he vaguely saw a flash of light appearing in the gap between the buildings.

However, it was fleeting, like an illusion.

Judging from the sound, it wasn't far from where I was, only a few streets away.

"What's going on? Have the troops arrived?"

The explosion was so bright that it didn't look like a typical gas explosion or police explosives; it looked more like a cannonball.

However, in the moment he was distracted, he suddenly felt something under his feet. It was smooth and slightly elastic. Amen looked down in confusion.

By the dim moonlight filtering through the leaves, I could vaguely make out an oval, pale green object, roughly the size of someone's embrace.

It looks a bit like some kind of stone, but it feels like oatmeal when you touch it.

Just as he was filled with doubt and unease, he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his hand. As a force came from his palm, the stone slowly began to grow larger... no, it should be said that it rose higher.

In the blink of an eye, it had risen to the same height as Amen, who was crouching on the ground.

Directly facing the olive-shaped tip, Amen saw a crack appear on it. The next moment, with a sound like hard wood rubbing together and twisting, the huge stone split open.

The upper and lower parts separated, revealing delicate teeth and some sticky, light green, unidentified liquid. A huge, ferocious maw, large enough to stuff an entire upper body into, slowly unfolded before my eyes.

This isn't a stone at all; it's clearly something that looks like a flower bud, like a man-eating flower that only appears in some kind of story.

It was still twisting its arm-thick stem that supported its huge mouth, and some sharp, heavy leaves at the bottom were trembling, making a series of chilling hissing sounds.

This seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and Amen, who was already sweating profusely, heard the same sound in his ear.

Turning around in a panic, I discovered that large, oval-shaped flower buds were slowly emerging from under the bushes, in the piles of fallen leaves, and even on the tree trunks around me.

Finally, with a hissing sound, it suddenly split open, revealing one after another giant mouth full of fine teeth, like a flower bud, which opened wide towards the two of them.

"Run!"

Amon finally snapped out of his daze and grabbed Tomie, who was standing motionless beside him, seemingly stunned.

Without a second thought, he smashed through the bushes and rushed out, no longer caring about hiding or concealing himself, and ran wildly towards the open, unobstructed square on the other side.

At the same time, they heard a whooshing sound behind them, as if something was whistling past their ears.

The next moment, a car that had just run past and was parked in the square was suddenly struck by a loud bang, accompanied by a metallic groan, and something that shimmered with a ghostly green light, resembling a fruit pit or a flying shuttle, was deeply embedded in its side.

Yamen's brow twitched at the sight. He quickly stepped to the side, using the car to shield his back and create some space before continuing his escape.

Yamen felt as if his lungs and heart were being tightly compressed, and his violent breathing was accompanied by a burning sensation, but he dared not stop for a moment.

The whistling sounds and the clanging of bullets behind him sent chills down his spine.

Those strange, plant-like monsters were obviously unable to move, but they seemed to be able to launch ranged attacks by spraying fruit pits.

Not knowing the exact range, I could only keep running, thinking that I would be safe as long as I hid in a building.

After a frantic run, Amon, with Tomie beside him, leaped into the air and hid on the side of the building, completely blocking the direction from which the danger might come.

Then his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

I only felt a ringing in my ears, and after a while, I was able to focus on other things.

He first checked himself over and, finding no injury, breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, covered in sweat from running, he turned to look at Tomie, who was also squatting down like him, and suddenly found that the other was in surprisingly good condition.

Aside from his clothes looking a bit disheveled and covered in leaves, he didn't seem particularly tired.

Thinking back to how I stumbled and gasped for breath all the way, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Are you alright? I didn't know you were so good at sprinting, haha..."

With an awkward laugh, Amon, trying to lighten the mood, also stood up, supporting himself against the wall.

Before he could say anything more, he suddenly heard a sound that seemed to be coming from afar. Amen leaned against the wall and peeked out.

Seeing his action, Tomie, who had just opened her mouth to reply, blinked and paused as if interrupted.

Then, another head with long, straight black hair appeared below the head that had been peeking out from the wall.

At that moment, under Amen's gaze, he could see lights flickering at the end of the rather wide highway that connected to the bridge, standing out conspicuously in the pitch-black city.

And judging from the direction, it seems to be from the direction of the explosion that just occurred.

Just as Amen was beginning to have doubts, the light grew brighter and brighter, expanding from a flickering spot into a powerful beam illuminating most of the block. This was followed by a series of engine roars that sounded like street rage. As Amen wondered how anyone could dare drive in such a dangerous place, the shadowy car illuminated by the light seemed to have floored the accelerator, disappearing into the view of the two men huddled against the wall.

Yamen's eyes widened in surprise as he saw an eight-wheeled armored vehicle, the size of a tank, chasing a small car and leaping up suddenly using its speed.

Under his gaze, time seemed to slow down.

At the rear of the car, it looked as if it had been hit or exploded and shattered. A man was throwing something out with his outstretched arms. Explosions echoed from the rear of the car, in rhythm with the engine, like a propeller.

With a series of explosions, jets of air, and the clattering of falling parts from the rear, the heavily armored vehicle, which had been launched into the air by the overturned vehicle, was forced to remain suspended in the air for several seconds.

Finally, amidst a shower of sparks and scattered parts, it landed heavily, and with a creaking sound of screws grinding, it meandered towards the other side of the road.

"..."

"..."

"What is this? Some kind of monster?"

Although the art style makes them look like military personnel on the run, and the camouflage on the vehicles and the Self-Defense Force markings seem correct, the overall composition of the scene makes them appear quite distant from the real people...

Of course, this is just a digression of thought after the initial shock.

As the rhythmic clanging of the vehicles gradually faded into the distance and disappeared at the end of the road, the two heads that had been lurking in the corner silently withdrew.

Amon's gaze was somewhat vacant as he stared at Tomie's already vacant eyes.

He smacked his lips, but still couldn't express any thoughts.

As the noise around him subsided, he recognized the direction and prepared to continue leading his team toward the sea.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he heard another commotion in his ears, and Yamen's expression became somewhat strange.

"What's going on? That car came back again?"

Muttering to himself, he peeked out from the corner again, but this time what he saw was not an abstract flying car with lights on, but a dense mass of strange figures.

Some have four legs, some have two legs, some have one leg; they vary in size and can fly or run. The only thing they have in common is that very few resemble humans.

Behind this group of figures that seemed to be dancing wildly like demons, Yamen could vaguely see several huge heads that looked like buses.

With a chilling grin, it flew through the air, while on the ground, there were also some dark figures that looked like moving tanks, running with twisted limbs and rumbling.

The hissing and lewd laughter, along with the sudden tremors from the ground beneath his feet, made Yamen feel as if an electric current shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Run!!!!"

After saying that, Amon didn't care about direction or plan. He grabbed Tomie next to him, aimed at the street in the opposite direction of the monster horde, and rushed in, fleeing for his life once again.

He finally realized that the abstract flying car had lured the monster here!

No wonder they said they hadn't seen any ghosts or monsters along the way; it turns out they were all lured away by that person.

Amen didn't know if he could outrun the monsters. He could only pray that they weren't too sensitive to smell or too sharp to see or smell him. He could only run frantically into the distance, squeezing into any gaps in the road.

In the end, I simply found an external fire escape staircase and climbed up.

The density was so great that it felt like a massive army marching, making the ground rumble and clatter; staying on the surface was no longer safe.

Without hesitation, Amon decided to take a gamble, gritting his teeth and leading Tomie up the steps. After climbing halfway, they realized they were in what appeared to be a television company building, noticing some relevant signs.

But at this moment, I didn't care about anything else. I went straight up the external fire escape to the sixth-floor rooftop, where I saw a large area of ​​air conditioner units and the unobstructed view of the rooftop.

Looking into the distance, one can see a towering building connected to this spacious six-story office building, seemingly reaching straight into the clouds; they are clearly part of a single structure.

Staring at the increasingly approaching monster behind him, with its chilling laughter and shrill roars, he had no time to hesitate and strode towards the distant building.

After scanning the area, he spotted a locked fire door and kicked it. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he managed to dent it.

After the lock broke, he didn't care about anything else and just crawled inside.

Upon entering, I saw a long corridor, but fortunately the emergency lights were still on, which could roughly illuminate the scene.

Yamen found the stairwell at a glance and kicked the door open again. Although the facility was large enough to have a generator, Yamen didn't dare to gamble on whether the elevator had been activated in an emergency, so he had no choice but to climb the stairs.

Heading uphill.

The empty, dark stairwell in the middle was like some kind of air reverberation pipe, reflecting the sounds of two people stepping on the stairs from both above and below, creating a quiet that was oppressive.

In his desperate escape, Yamen couldn't tell how long he had been climbing or how many floors he had climbed. He only felt that his limbs were so tired that they felt like they were about to break.

But whenever I felt like I was about to give up, I would manage to squeeze out another bit of strength. Until, in a daze, I looked up and saw the number "41".

"...Huff...Forty-one floors...That should be enough, right..."

By standard, the forty-plus stories are already nearly 150 meters above the ground, far exceeding the estimated flight height of the giant flying heads seen in the monster horde.

It should be safe now, right?
The thought popped into his mind, "It's safe now, I can rest." Instantly, Yamen felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

It felt as if sand had seeped into every crevice of my bones, filling them with molten lead. A sharp pain shot through me again, my muscles trembled as if being electrocuted, and my whole body went limp, causing me to collapse to the ground.

Finally, with Tomie's help, Amon staggered out of the stairwell. The corridor that came into view was exactly the same, with emergency lights flashing and serial numbers hanging on the doors on both sides.

In a daze, Yamen didn't care much and just picked the nearest door. He turned the handle and, thankfully, the door wasn't locked and he pushed it open.

The room was pitch black at first glance, but as the two entered and the door closed, a faint electrical hum came from the wall, and the chandelier above them suddenly lit up with a "snap".

Amen instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes; the night of his desperate escape felt like years had passed. Seeing the bright lights again, he felt somewhat disoriented.

After a while, Yamen dragged his exhausted, seemingly burnt-out body onto the sofa, immediately feeling himself enveloped by the soft fabric.

Comfort, exhaustion, and softness made Yamen slowly close his eyes, just like that, following his instincts, falling asleep and getting a good rest.

But just as his eyelids closed for the next instant, they widened again, his bloodshot and tired eyes staring at the brightly lit ceiling, when he suddenly remembered.

"...That's it...! The lights! The lights are too bright...!"

Muttering hoarsely, Amen sat up on his side, mustered his strength, and went to the window of the house, intending to block out the seemingly bright French windows.

However, as his gaze shifted and turned to the outside world, his hand movements suddenly froze.

At this moment, Amon is on the 41st floor, overlooking most of Tokyo and taking in everything.

Tiny sparks of fire flickered throughout the city.

Heads resembling buses, which I had seen before, floated above the city. The buildings, of varying heights, stood darkly, like a strange forest, with shadowy figures moving and running among them.

The city seems unchanged, still "lively," just in a different way.

Under their watchful eyes, a helicopter appeared out of nowhere and flew in the distance, but soon a huge human head floated by and tore it apart in a burst of fire.

As they fell, the human pilots were torn apart in mid-air by small, densely packed flying monsters.

Even from a great distance, Amen could almost hear screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

And just then, a light appeared on the other side of the city, and a towering building collapsed under the impact of a huge monster that was clearly visible even from a distance.

Yamen withdrew his gaze in a daze, looking down at everything in his field of vision, as if he could hear the "clamor" of the city, a mixture of terrifying roars, maniacal laughter, and carnage.

"Crack-!"

The heavy curtains were drawn, shutting out everything from the outside world.

With a blank expression, as if he had lost his soul, Yamen swayed toward the sofa and plopped down.

"Is there still hope for the land of cherry blossoms?"

After a long while, Tomie's highly recognizable, clear voice finally rang in my ears.

"Hehe~ Captain, I believe in you..."

"..."

"Hehe..." A sense of powerlessness washed over him, and Yamen could only respond with a weak, bitter laugh.

Silence fell once again in the brightly lit house.

"crunch..."

A faint sound of a door opening and closing.

Looking exhausted, Yamen slightly raised his head and gazed at the direction opposite the sofa, which should be the bedroom of the house.

The wooden door was slightly ajar, perhaps because it wasn't closed properly.

The bright lights from the living room shone in.

In Yamen's lifeless eyes, half of the bedroom wall was reflected, with writhing flesh and blood.

A dozen or so limbs were haphazardly stuck on it, and several heads were attached to it like grotesque meatballs or egg cases.

Perhaps sensing the light, those heads, as densely packed as pustules, with a dozen pairs of whitish pupils, turned and stared at Yamen, who was sitting on the living room sofa.

(End of this chapter)