Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 221 I'm in...

In an unnamed room in the Kingdom of Yinghua.

The space was small and had a damp and oppressive atmosphere.

The building is square and rectangular, with no doors or windows, only hanging lamps emitting a cold white light and shelves piled high with supplies.

Then there were a dozen or so middle-aged men and women sitting around the round table in the middle, looking rather disheveled.

If someone knowledgeable about the political figures of Yinghua Kingdom were here at this moment, they would be surprised to find...

These dejected people, sitting silently at their desks, were actually former political leaders and government officials who had once dominated various industries.

At this moment, however, all of these people looked pale and sickly.

Their once meticulously chosen attire and hairstyles were now a mess, with many people sporting gray hairs.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and everyone remained silent.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Ugh…"

A sigh came from the mouth of a square-faced man over forty years old, sitting at the head of the table.

He glanced around at his dejected colleagues, who had also tossed thick stacks of intelligence files, which they used for amusement, onto the table.

The snow-white papers were scattered, piled up with the already messy reports.

"...How much longer are we going to hide here?"

The man's somewhat hoarse voice fell, but no one could give him a reply.

After a long while, a thin woman with a somewhat gloomy face, who was sitting below, finally spoke.

His voice was serious and capable, but at this moment, one could hear the deep weariness within it.

"...Just yesterday, Minister of Land and Resources Murakami and twelve of his trusted officials were found hanging from the chandelier of his villa with thin steel wires, struggling for seven hours before they were freed..."

"...After being discovered by patrolling guards, the arriving rescue team was also killed by that madman..."

His words were met with silence.

Compared to the question, these explanations seemed somewhat irrelevant, but judging from the changes in the expressions of the others around them, they clearly understood what they meant.

Then another ten seconds or so passed.

The woman, with a gloomy and thin face who looked somewhat like the head of an intelligence organization, finally spoke again slowly.

"...Those were the last cabinet ministers and high-ranking officials left on the surface..."

"...Now...only we are left..."

After saying that, he couldn't help but raise his hand to press his forehead and close his eyes in pain.

No one paid any attention to the intelligence minister's loss of composure.

Their already pale faces darkened even further after hearing this.

Sato, a name that now sounds like a terrifying demon, lingers in everyone's mind.

I don't know where they came from, nor what they want.

Whether it's dividing up the spoils, negotiating, using force, or even surrendering, the other side refuses to accept any of it.

They were as if possessed, engrossed in hunting down these Yinghua Kingdom officials.

He would only reveal a pure, joyful smile after killing a high-ranking political figure by various means.

Apart from that, the other party seemed to care about nothing else.

Since the beasts encountered the assassin, one after another, they were terrified by the assassination attempts, and even the attacks in public, which occurred one after another.

When you truly realize it.

When everyone realizes the danger.

After trying the always successful exchange of benefits, which also proved ineffective.

Troops were mobilized, shelters were put into use, and sentries were posted one after another.

Yet, news of the deaths of familiar names continued to emerge.

The opponent was like a vengeful ghost, impossible to stop, impossible to kill, and impossible to escape.

The latest victim, whom we just mentioned, even mobilized tanks, armored vehicles, and tens of thousands of troops to completely surround his hideout.

But just a few days later, everyone heard the news of his death.

Now, this small, cramped room houses the last high-ranking official of the Yinghua Kingdom...

As the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, those who had witnessed assassination attempts were lost in memories, their faces turning pale.

Sitting at the head of the table, the highest-ranking among them, and the only surviving cabinet minister, was Nakano Kuroya.

He cleared his throat twice, interrupting the group who were gripped by fear, and could only force himself to remain calm and reassure them, trying to calm their nerves.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We are now nearly 100 meters underground, protected by high-strength concrete and steel plates several meters thick all around us."

As he spoke, he patted the rough, cold wall beside him.

"As long as we don't go out on our own initiative, it's impossible for the other side to come in, even if they wanted to."

These words did have some effect; the expressions of several people who looked terrible gradually softened.

The main point is that he was right; the group had been in this underground nuclear shelter for three days and had indeed been safe and sound.

The oppressive environment, coupled with the constant stream of news, put immense psychological pressure on everyone.

This has brought some of them to the brink of mental collapse.

Nakano Kuroya was helpless in this situation and could only shake his head and sigh. He picked up the stack of reports that had just been thrown off the table and began to look through them.

Although these government affairs are meaningless in the current situation, they can still help pass the time.

As soon as I picked up the paper, what caught my eye was the source of all the bizarre events—a huge, twisted fish swimming in the air, photographed from a low angle.

"Crawling natural disaster"

Under this name, rows of text provide the latest intelligence summary.

"On June 23, an unknown entity, named the Creeping Catastrophe, emerged from the southern waters of Tokyo Bay and headed straight toward the Tokyo metropolitan area."

"Forty-nine hours later, it crossed Tokyo and fell into the sea across the entire territory of the Flower Kingdom."

"Because it was located in an undeveloped port area, it disappeared after sinking a private cruise ship that had just set sail..."

"...According to statistics, the accumulated economic losses and subsequent repairs will amount to as much as 120 trillion taels of silver."

"The number of casualties is expected to be no less than 50, but given the current tight lockdown, only estimates can be made; the actual losses may be even higher..."

Seeing the detailed list of huge losses on the paper, Nakano Kuroya could only sigh with heartache, but there was nothing he could do.

They could only turn to the next page and skip over those shocking financial losses.

What comes into view is a detailed list of important information directly related to natural disasters.

"...According to instructions from former Minister of Agriculture Abe, a major discovery was made on the same day during an inspection of the drainage system throughout the country, with a focus on the wastewater discharge pipelines of nuclear power plants."

"It is speculated that this is strongly related to satellite images taken in the locked-down Tokyo area."

"The image below shows the observation."

Moving your gaze downwards, the first thing you see is a blurry image that resembles the seabed.

It wasn't very clear, but you could see a protruding rectangular pipe under the rocks, from which some murky liquid was gushing out.

The surrounding seabed, however, is a strange deep purple.

Although due to the shooting distance, it is still possible to see that it is different from the surrounding boundary.

Within that deep purple hue, one can also see some mottled specks of fluorescence, with some protrusions resembling coral reefs.

There are more than ten similar pictures, which can be seen to have been taken from different underwater locations.

Overall, it's pretty much the same, just like a stain printed on a beach at the bottom of the sea, quite glaring.

The other image is an aerial view of a large part of the city, specifically the currently locked-down area of ​​Tokyo.

On the specially processed and adjusted map, the lines are dim, but dozens of distinctly colored patches can be clearly seen.

They were scattered haphazardly throughout the city, like dark purple ink splattered on a map.

Clearly, there is a connection between the color, the structure, and the fact that it can be placed on this piece of paper; they may even be the same thing.

Further down, there are some seemingly unrelated reports.

Recent deaths and attacks in some coastal port towns of the Kingdom of Yinghua, along with some blurry images, supposedly captured by local residents, of the monster.

Looking at the black room in Nakano, there was a photo taken at night, not very clear, that looked like a tall, thin figure in a suit.

All limbs are intact, and the head is joined together.

However, compared to the houses next to it, which serve as a reference, the proportions look somewhat strange and distorted.

He stared blankly for a while, then casually rummaged through the messy files beside him.

Soon, another clear photo was taken and the two were placed side by side for comparison.

The two photos depict almost identical things: a slender limb, a black suit, and a blurry, pale face.

The clear photo he just pulled out came from a checkpoint on the Tokyo blockade line, which was attacked by a monster.

"Sigh...they're right..."

Nakano Kuroya's gaze shifted between the text and images in the report with a complex expression.

The contaminated pipelines on the seabed and the frequent attacks along the coast seem to indicate that they are the same thing as the events that occurred in Tokyo...

"Wow..."

Amidst the rustling of pages, the next report featured a map of the entire Yinghua Kingdom, clearly occupying half the page.

Above, dozens of red circles were drawn around the edge of the long, narrow plate.

These findings led to the discovery of abnormal seabed markings around the sewage pipes and the location of the attack.

It looks startling.

Then, Nakano Kuroya flipped the document back to the beginning, where the time was recorded at the top.

August 6th 30:12
It was three days ago…

The "latest news" I received three days ago in this nuclear bunker, which is buried hundreds of meters underground.

That was the last day that we were still connected to the outside world...

Nakano Kuroya placed the file, which he had flipped through countless times, back onto the table.

Looking at the dejected and listless colleagues on either side of him, he couldn't help but lean back in his chair.

Looking up past the cluttered shelves and tabletops, I saw a heavy, metallic gate on the wall in the distance.

He was trying to alleviate the oppressive feeling of despair that filled his heart.

Originally, he had made all the necessary arrangements before entering this underground nuclear shelter out of desperation to save his life.

Everything from information and food to remote commands is readily available.

However, as time went by, within just a few days, contact between the personnel was gradually lost.

In the end, only a silent hum of electricity remained from the communication device on the table. The intermittent transmission of information and images had long since ceased, and even supplies and electricity had been cut off.

If this nuclear shelter hadn't been large enough, equipped with sufficient disaster relief supplies, and hadn't had its own power system, these people would probably have had trouble surviving here.

With all communication channels cut off, Nakano Kuroya is now stuck here, deaf and blind.

I don't know if the troops I assigned outside deserted or if something happened to them.

Now, all we can do is wait.

And so, the atmosphere returned to its initial oppressive and deathly silence.

"Gu..."

Until the sound of stomach rumbling caused by hunger echoed in the quiet room.

A short, stout middle-aged man sitting in the corner stood up from behind the table and chair, clutching his stomach with an embarrassed expression.

He turned around and grabbed a few sealed cans from the shelf next to him.

"Hehe...would you like some?"

The group of people paused for a moment, then nodded.

Then, in silence, they distributed the canned food to the crowd.

No one was in the mood for idle chatter. After receiving the cans, they all remained silent until the metal pull tabs clicked open.

Then, with a numb look in his eyes, he stuffed the paste from the jar into his mouth, bite by bite.

While everyone was eating their food, their eyes were vacant and they seemed lost in thought.

"Dang~"

A sharp, metallic clanging sound suddenly rang out.

Everyone, including Nakano Kuroya, looked up in the direction from which the sound came, only to find that it came from the huge, heavy gate embedded in the wall.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

But some people's faces quickly lit up with surprise, thinking that someone they had lost contact with from the outside world had come looking for them. They excitedly stood up and ran towards the gate.

Fortunately, such people with dementia are a minority, and they were quickly stopped by others around them.

"Dang~"

Just then, another metallic clanging sound rang out, and Nakano Kuroya could no longer sit still and got up from his seat.

Following a group of people, they arrived at the heavy alloy door, strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion.

“Gulp…”

Looking behind that door, wondering about the identity of the person who might be behind it, Nakano Kuroya nervously swallowed.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still raised his hand and pressed the button above.

Soon, with a brief pull, the built-in communication handset was successfully connected.

"...Excuse me...who is outside the door?"

Silence, a deathly stillness.

After a long while, it seemed that the person outside the door could no longer hold back, and a burst of snickering suddenly came out.

"Pfft~ Hahaha~"

However, as if realizing his lapse in composure, the laughter, which came through the receiver and was accompanied by static, suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

"This is Sato. Your delivery has arrived. Please open the door..."

The tone was calm, even gentle, but those behind the door who heard the words were suddenly startled.

"This this!"

Nakano Kuroya seemed to be startled by the name mentioned in the words, and took several steps back.

His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, his eyes wide with horror as he looked toward the iron gate.

It was as if one could see through the nearly one-meter-thick alloy steel to the evil ghost with a ferocious smile on its face.

The fear and repression of the past few days, coupled with the despair that followed the loss of hope, completely shattered his last shred of composure and dignity, leaving him unable to maintain his meager image.

His previously serious and upright facial expression quickly collapsed and distorted, and he fell to the ground, roaring hoarsely.

"You! What do you want?! We'll give you anything!"

After the initial shock came a despair that brought her to the brink of collapse, and in that despair, an idea began to emerge.

He wants to live.

Nakano Kuroya pressed his hand to his cheek in pain, shouting and screaming in a sobbing voice.

It seems they were afraid the offer wasn't strong enough to sway the other party.

With a flash of his eyes, Nakano Kuroya suddenly mustered a will to survive and ran to the large iron gate.

He gripped the cold, icy metal handle tightly with both hands and shouted into the receiver.

"Even if! Even if you want to become a beast, it's not impossible!!"

His response was a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"Dang~"

"Open the door..."

"Dang~"

“Nakano Kuroya, I know it’s you.”

"Dang~"

"You're the only one left. Don't you want to reunite with them?"

"Dang~"

"..."

The continuous knocking sounds seemed to strike everyone's hearts one after another.

The words, so peaceful they sounded like the gentle whispers of a friend offering comfort, yet they also sounded like the devil's death knell.

With a completely broken expression, Nakano Kuroya slowly slumped to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

He was closest to the door, and the increasingly loud knocking gradually began to be mixed with the sounds of blood splattering and bones breaking.

He could already picture a scene.

A demonic figure was slamming his fists against the metal door, limbs breaking and blood splattering everywhere, oblivious to the pain, laughing maniacally.

"You can't get in, you can't get in..."

"You can't get in!!"

Finally, the last string in Nakano Kuroya's heart snapped with a crisp crack.

He started with a murmur, and gradually grew louder and louder, shouting wildly.

However, the noise outside the door suddenly stopped.

Then, a hissing sound, like something burning, came through the receiver.

next moment,
"BOOM ...

Suddenly, an explosion spread out, making those inside feel a tightness in their chests, even through the thick blast door and concrete wall.

The communication link to the outside world was also destroyed by an unbearable electrical shock, leaving only a piercing ringing.

Even the lights overhead flickered.

The walls of the room, made entirely of reinforced concrete, trembled violently in the sudden explosion, and dust began to fall.

Some rational people found a corner and squatted down with their heads in their hands, their eyes fixed on Zhang Jinghong's chest.

The explosion lasted for several minutes.

Once everything had calmed down, the people inside slowly rose, their hearts pounding with fear, and looked around with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Is he trying to blow the door open with explosives?"

Someone, listening to the now silent metal door, asked this question in bewilderment.

However, no one was in the mood to reply to him; they just stood there in the room, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

And so, a few more minutes passed, and nothing happened.

Just as people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the demon had given up and left,

An official who had been hiding in a corner after the earlier explosion seemed to hear a sound.

He looked up in confusion, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Finally, attention was drawn to a small vent on the wall not far away.

As curiosity drew closer, a sound like flowing water grew clearer.

Just as he brought his eyes close to the hole, preparing to investigate, a gurgling sound came out.

Under this person's gaze, a stream of scarlet liquid suddenly gushed out from the ventilation hole in the wall, flowing down the wall and onto the floor.

"What...what is this?"

Just as he was wondering, the smell of blood that reached his nose made him realize that it must be some kind of blood.

While he was still wondering why blood was flowing from the vent.

His gaze shifted downwards, then his expression froze, and his eyes slowly widened.

Under his gaze, there was a bloodstain no bigger than the palm of his hand.

Some tiny white specks began to slowly emerge and wriggle as they grew.

A white bone, the size of a hand, visibly extended out.

Soon, it was the arm bones, shoulder blades, ribs, spine, skull, and pelvis.

Correspondingly, the officials who realized something was wrong and were already terrified retreated step by step, their heads tilted higher and higher.

Soon, a tall skeleton rose from the ground, growing rapidly like wild grass.

Then, like tentacles, countless meridians, blood vessels, and muscles emerged from it.

Well-developed and robust muscle fibers envelop organs, which rapidly enlarge and grow out.

Finally, a layer of fair skin covered everything.

Soon, a burly man with short hair, a rugged face, and well-developed muscles stood in the room.

With a series of cracking sounds as bones collided, it turned its head and looked around at every pair of terrified eyes, then broke into a bright smile.

"I'm in."

(End of this chapter)