Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 306, Section 53: One Man Judges the Nation

(To reiterate: All words and actions represent only the character's thoughts and have no real-world implications.)

Mid-September, late summer and early autumn.

The weather should be gradually cooling down at this time of year, but this year's temperatures are unusually hot. Even now, daytime temperatures in Seoul are still above 30 degrees Celsius.

The heat was intense, but even hotter was the sight of thousands of women in matching bright red T-shirts gathered in Gwanghwamun Square, along with thousands of other non-core groups, totaling nearly ten thousand people.

The red clothes were so bright they were almost dazzling, making the statue of King Sejong seem to be surrounded by a sea of ​​red.

They sat cross-legged, the air thick with the scents of perfume and sweat, and an atmosphere of religious fervor.

"We need more respect from the world."

"Open your eyes and look! All sorts of cases are happening all the time, and what we see is only a small fraction of the total. For thousands of years, we have suffered far too much injustice."

"With You! For us, for the safety of our compatriots!"

A woman with a commanding presence and sharp eyes, whose self-designation was Thorn, stood on a makeshift platform and roared into the microphone. Her voice reverberated through the huge speakers, echoing in every corner of the square.

She was one of the key organizers of the event, wearing a red T-shirt with a striking white slogan printed on the front.

Silence is complicity.

"With You! For us, for the safety of our compatriots!"

Below, thousands upon thousands of voices converged into a deafening torrent, arms were raised like a forest, and countless placards reflected the sunlight.

The reflected light wasn't glaring, but the slogan was:
[NX's original sin: Born evil!]

Eliminate JZ providers and purify society!

[The law is useless; refuse to be secretly filmed; fellow citizens help each other!]

At the edge of the square, outside the cordon, stood riot police with solemn expressions and a large number of plainclothes officers, all on high alert.

Many people looked rather grim and whispered among themselves.

"The slogans are getting more and more exaggerated every year, and the number of people involved is increasing year by year. It wasn't even that big back then."

"It's not even over ten thousand yet. It's not like a few years ago, so it's not our concern."

"There were originally more than just these people."

"Heh, making people's minds simple, letting them be swayed by emotions, and making it easier to win votes—that's all the leadership is thinking."

"No wonder my son joined the association."

The authorities mobilized a large number of personnel for this event.

Not only were regular police officers present, but the military was also deployed, though they did not show up; instead, they were stationed in nearby vacated buildings.

They were ordered to "monitor closely and not intervene unless absolutely necessary."

These people are certainly not meant to be used to guard against them.

The official intentions are very clear.

From the court incident until now, after so many days of investigation and search, the senior student Cao who framed Park Min-woo is fine, and Kim Min-na, the secondary hater, is also fine. Even the columbarium of Park Min-woo's father has no suspicious persons entering. On the contrary, they caught a few extremists who wanted to vandalize his father's urn.

The convergence of various pieces of information led them to realize that Park Min-woo was probably really dead.

Today's protests are their final test.

They originally didn't want the protest to take place, since if Park Min-woo hadn't died, it would have made him even angrier.

But on second thought, isn't this also a good opportunity to test the waters?

They could lure him out and observe his abilities and attitude. If they wanted to recruit him, they knew what to do: suppress this organization with all their might.

Of course, this is all predicated on Park Min-woo actually showing up. Therefore, they have no intention of stopping the protest, essentially acquiescing to it, and have secretly deployed a large number of police officers.

In the bustling crowd, Ms. Park—or rather, Ms. Park played by Park Min-woo's split personality—is standing among her small group of seaweed sisters.

Her transformation these past few days left her sisters speechless with astonishment; they almost didn't recognize her, even though it had only been about ten days since that lavish dinner party.

Ms. Park's once delicate and petite face had become much rounder, and her waist had become noticeably thicker. The tight red T-shirt clung to her body, highlighting the obvious outline of her excess fat. The slender figure she had when she was discharged from the hospital half a month ago, which she had benefited from the misfortune, had completely disappeared.

"Sister Guangmang, you look so radiant lately, and you even look fuller."

MM smiled insincerely, her eyes sweeping over her waist, a barely perceptible schadenfreude flashing across her face.

Normally, Ms. Park is the most well-dressed and has the best figure. Now that she has gained weight, MM is so happy that she almost hums out loud.

"Yeah, yeah, Sister Guangmang was too thin to begin with! This is the healthy physique that everyone envies now, it's so great." Hagiwara quickly chimed in, his tone exaggerated, but his eyes also held a hint of watching the show.

Park Min-woo manipulated the split body, mimicking Ms. Park's vanity and forced smile, and said, "My appetite has been a bit better lately, so I'm taking some tonics."

"Eat more, it's okay, you look so much prettier now! Here, I have some buffet vouchers, take them, don't be shy, we're all sisters!" Another sister took out her purse and stuffed all the vouchers inside into Ms. Park's hands, appearing very generous.

Ms. Park smiled as she put away the buffet voucher, her gaze sweeping over a woman with an unusually large and unusual physique behind them.

Not far away, Kim Mina sat in a position quite close to the center of the crowd, right below the podium, like a living symbol of victimization.

Her head was still wrapped in gauze, her jaw was secured with a support bandage, and her face was pale, but her eyes burned with a deep-seated resentment.

The horrific experience at court that day did not destroy her; instead, it made her more extreme and insane.

The pain in her jaw with every breath reminded her of the humiliation and fear she felt, which she transformed into boundless hatred for men.

'Park Min-woo died too easily!'

She stared at the portrait of Park Min-woo being held up, painted with devil horns and fangs, her nails digging deep into her palms.

'These people deserve to die! They're all potential Park Min-woos! They're rapists and murderers at heart! These filthy creatures shouldn't exist! If the law can't protect us, then we'll protect ourselves! Today... today is just the beginning! I'll make them all live in fear, just like I did!'

The curses and roars within her were almost bursting from her throat.

Fortunately, her injury was not in vain. After it happened, her status in the organization was significantly elevated. She was always brought out as the mascot for every event, and as a prosecutor, she was happy to receive such support.

So even though she could have removed the bandages, she insisted on keeping them on in order to make herself look more miserable.

As the event reached its climax, Jingzhi's voice on the podium became completely hoarse. She waved her fist and listed one victim case after another.

"Sisters! Look, just yesterday, another one of our sisters was harassed and molested by a stinking bug on the subway in Gangnam District. That beast even arrogantly mocked her! Call the police? The police will only try to smooth things over!"

Angry screams and curses erupted from the audience.

"And last week! That brave woman in Incheon was attacked with sulfuric acid by her ex-boyfriend just for refusing his request to get back together! Her beautiful face was ruined! And that beast will only get a few years in prison! A few years!! That's what took away a woman's life!"

Shouts of "Castrate him!" and "Kill him!" rose and fell.
"And let's not forget! Our beloved Prosecutor Kim Min-na! In order to uphold justice, she tried that Park Min-woo who deserved to die, but what cruel retaliation did she suffer?! This is not just her injury, it is the injury of all of us! It is society's most naked violence against us!" Kim Min-na stood up at the right moment, revealing her bandaged face and grief-stricken eyes, which triggered an even bigger wave of sympathy and anger.

On stage, Thorn took a deep breath, mustered all her strength, and roared her final battle cry into the microphone:

"Sisters, we are not without weapons! With our anger! With our unity! Let us tell this corrupt world—"

"We are united! With You! Fight, fight!"

"With You! Fight!"

"Annihilate! Purify! Fight!"

The entire square erupted in cheers!
The red tide surged and roared, and the slogans soared to the sky.

Ms. Park's sisters were so excited that their faces turned red, and they roared wildly along with the crowd. Ms. Park's split body also mechanically raised its arms, staring coldly at the thorns on the stage.

Meanwhile, there is a columbarium within ten kilometers.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in a simple dark coat and wearing an old headscarf, quietly walked past rows of niche-like shelves covered with photographs.

Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long shadows on the dusty floor, and the air was filled with the scents of incense and offerings.

As she approached a certain location, the surveillance team outside the door became alert.

However, she stopped in front of an inconspicuous cubicle, which made the monitoring team relax again.

This is not surprising, as it has happened countless times during this period. At first, they were enthusiastically investigating everyone who went in, but now, the authorities are focusing their main efforts on the square, and even some of their staff have been transferred there.

As long as there are no unusual behaviors, there is no need to worry about it for the time being.

The women, like other people who came to offer sacrifices, simply burned some paper money in the designated place and placed the food that the deceased had liked to eat.

However, although her gaze was fixed on one spot, her eyes seemed to penetrate the walls and distance, landing on the boiling, frenzied red square.

The woman's lips moved silently as she glanced at her father's photograph out of the corner of her eye, as if saying to herself, "Dad, no one will bully me anymore."

In the square, Thorn raised her arms, looked around, and enjoyed the thrill of representing thousands upon thousands of people: "Sisters, united as one, we are invincible, and no one can withstand us!"

Park Min-woo placed a watermelon, his father's favorite food, on the communal altar: "I will not let anyone bully me."

Thorn handed the microphone to Kim Mina, whose face was flushed as she shouted, "No one can ignore our power! We will do everything in our power to help the weak!"

“I understand. The only thing that can defeat extremism is even more extremism.” Park Min-woo took two steps back and bowed.

"Let us begin here, igniting the entire Southern Dynasty, igniting this unjust world!" The moment Jingji finished speaking...

Just as this deafening sound was about to reach its highest decibel level...

An extremely obese figure, like a cannonball, leaped up from the crowd with a huge jump, aiming directly at the thorns on the stage.

This person is the obese woman who was replaced by Park Min-woo's split body.

She had been blending into the crowd, like a silent mountain of flesh, but now she unleashed a terrifying speed and power that was completely disproportionate to her size and exceeded human limits.

Her face was expressionless, filled only with pure killing intent.

Thorn only had time to feel the podium shake before a huge shadow instantly enveloped her entire field of vision, freezing the fervor on her face before she could transform into any other expression.

Pfft——!
A pair of thick, fan-like hands cruelly pierced through the thorns' abdomen from behind.

The filth, like a burst berry, mixed with viscous liquid, sprayed out instantly, drenching Kim Mina and others who were nearby below.

The air froze for a moment, the deafening slogans stopped abruptly, and the screams were stuck in their throats.

Thousands of frenzied faces froze there, their brains unable to process this illogical, AI-generated image.

The raised arm remained frozen in mid-air.

The waved placards drooped limply.

Even the police officers who were on high alert in the distance were unable to react in those few seconds.

The arm pierced through the thorns, like a tattered doll hanging from it.

Thorn's mouth trembled, too painful to speak. She never imagined that her life would end in this way on this day.

With her bloodied hand, she grasped Thorn's hand, which was convulsing from excruciating pain and near death, and gently pulled the microphone from Thorn's hand to her own lips.

A deep voice, transmitted through a microphone, resounded across the square, clearly reaching the eardrums of everyone present, and also reaching countless screens via the uninterrupted live broadcast signal:

"I will always be watching you."

"Accept my judgment."

The words fell.

Tear-! ! !
A terrifying tearing sound rang out.

With her arms ripping open as casually as tearing an old newspaper, she split her body in two, and to the horrified gazes of the crowd, Thorn's body was brutally and vividly torn in two and thrown into the throng.

Hot blood and broken bones were all covered in raindrops!

The rain poured down on the faces and bodies of the stunned participants below, turning their bright red T-shirts a deeper dark red.

The next second,

"Aa ...

"Ugh! Murder!"

"Help! Help! Police, come quick!"

The square was like a powder keg that had been ignited; the fear that had been building up to its peak finally broke through the critical point.

A continuous, hysterical scream, even more frantic than the previous shouts, instantly engulfed the entire Gwanghwamun Square.

The crowd scattered wildly, like a flock of frightened sheep, completely losing their reason and direction, pushing and trampling each other, instinctively moving away from the center.

The split entity standing on the podium revealed a chilling smile, and without a word, it jumped into the crowd, leaving a trail of splattered blood mist in its wake.

The trial begins now.

One person can judge a country.

　The sharpness of the language was slightly toned down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)