Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 314, Section 61: The Resurrection of the Dead

Many people have fantasized about encountering extraordinary events, seizing opportunities, becoming one of the lucky few out of a billion, and thus embarking on a magnificent and exciting new life.

But this kind of encounter is definitely not what they want.

This is not the start of a new life, but a direct path to the end of life, where one can only become a talent or be laid off.

These medical students have dissected many corpses in their daily lives, but none of them have any experience fighting a moving corpse!
Jack, who usually hated his short stature, was now extremely grateful. It was precisely because of this advantage that he was able to slippery like an eel and frantically squeeze into the deepest part of the frantically retreating crowd, temporarily escaping the cadavers wielding cold instruments and his manipulated former classmates.

However, given the current situation, he won't be able to hide for long.

In the surging gaps, he watched as familiar classmates became fragments of the people, and could only pray that the executioner's blade would fall on his head a little later.

Bang!
Just as he was overwhelmed by boundless fear and wild thoughts, a deafening roar suddenly drowned out all the screams and cries in the room, abruptly interrupting his thoughts.

The door to the dissection room, which had been blocked and was considered the only way out, suddenly burst open inwards, along with the door frame!

The metal snapped and deformed, and the two manipulated students standing behind it had no time to react before being slammed to the ground by the kinetic energy of the door panel, completely losing their ability to move.

Against the light streaming in from outside, a figure stood clearly in the doorway.

He was a man dressed as a Western cowboy.

Although it's quite inappropriate, some people did indeed have the classic background music from Western movies in their minds.

All that's missing is a tumbleweed.

The cowboy remained silent; no one saw how he drew his guns, as if the two revolvers had always been in his hands. Then, a barrage of gunshots, like popping beans, erupted, jarring the air and making everyone's eardrums ache.

Everything happened so fast.

When the students, still in shock, finally came to their senses, they saw that the cowboy had already crossed the doorway, the cylinders of his twin pistols spinning in vain, wisps of smoke drifting from the muzzles.

The two cadavers closest to him, with their grotesque organs extending from the sutures on their backs, were instantly blasted apart by precise bullets before they could even turn around, turning into a pool of viscous substance spilled on the ground.

Their bodies then suddenly knelt down, began to convulse violently, and emitted overlapping, intertwined howls filled with extreme pain from their throats.

The only thing the students could barely make out was the cowboy's dizzyingly fast reloading, but that was a speed that no ordinary person could achieve.

"During class," Professor Hawkins abruptly turned his head, glaring at the uninvited guest, his tone filled with the fury of a lecture interrupted. His very being seemed to vibrate in unison, emitting a strange, synthesized sound, "You'd better be a test subject! Just like...we were!!!"

Bang bang bang!
The only response he received was even fiercer gunfire; while he was shouting, Arthur had already had enough time to fire another round.

No matter what you're made of, as long as you're still flesh and blood, you'll get shot!
In his philosophy, bullets do not believe in biology.

Professor Hawkins was driven nearly insane by this disregard.

The remaining cadavers in the classroom instantly went into a frenzy. Their organs detached from their bodies, and like terrifying missiles that had been given life, they opened their monstrous mouths full of sharp teeth and lunged at Arthur from all directions!

"too slow."

Arthur's whisper was so soft that only he could hear it.

In the world of spear techniques, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken.

His abilities may not be flashy or fancy, but as long as his opponents are not immune to bullets or too fast for him to catch, his extreme speed is his strongest weapon.

The dual pistols seemed to come alive in his hands, spitting fire at a rate comparable to that of a submachine gun.

The incoming organs were precisely detonated one by one in mid-air, turning into plumes of blood mist and minced flesh, none of which managed to touch the hem of his denim jacket fluttering in the wind.

The gunfire abruptly ceased.

Amidst the blood-stained chaos, all the corpses, including Professor Hawkins', returned to their quiet, silent state, showing no further movement.

The stitches on the back of the head of a student who was pinned under the door and was still barely alive suddenly split open, revealing half of his grayish-white brain sticking out with a malicious intent, as if he wanted to make one last sneak attack.

boom!
Without turning his head, Arthur fired a shot, instantly shattering the bizarre brain tissue. His mission failed, and he fell silent.

He glanced at the survivors huddled in the corner, splattered with blood and trembling, and casually took out the Mercy Crystal to activate it.

A faint light rippled out, but no key information was displayed.

Arthur didn't linger. Just as he had come, he turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the corridor, leaving behind only a room filled with heavy breathing and survivors still in shock.

10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's official residence.

The high-ranking officials gathered, silently digesting the important news that the Prime Minister had just delivered.

They could tell from the meeting location that today's events were extraordinary.

For routine major decisions, the Prime Minister holds meetings in the Cabinet Room. However, in cases concerning national security or counter-terrorism emergencies, meetings are moved to a meeting room located in the basement.

This is the Cobra Conference Room where they are now.

"We must immediately and unconditionally cooperate with the US action. This is our only chance to obtain firsthand extraordinary information and participate in it! Only by demonstrating our value and sincerity can we have a say in the subsequent possible research results or the distribution of benefits!"

"Unconditional? Forgive my bluntness, but are you still hiding under the covers watching Peppa Pig every day? How naive! Look at Collins's eagerness in coming here personally. There must be huge interests involved behind this, and the Amis might even be asking us for something! This is our biggest bargaining chip! We must use this to clarify the division of interests and the dominant position before the operation begins! Otherwise, if they achieve their goals by using our land and resources, we may end up with nothing!"

"Are you kidding me? Talking about bargaining chips in the face of a supernatural disaster? We don't even have the powerful supernatural capabilities to deal with it. We even need the US to maintain our missiles. What are we going to use as bargaining chips? They proactively informed us of the risks precisely because of our inseparable shared interests! London is the heart of the world's financial system. If a large-scale disaster were to occur there, the impact on the global economy would be devastating, and the US wouldn't be able to escape unscathed! They are mitigating their losses and fulfilling their obligations as allies! For the safety of our citizens, we must immediately cooperate with their professional teams to conduct a large-scale lockdown and investigation!"

"To put it bluntly, even if we refuse to cooperate, the disaster will still harm our land and people. Moreover, don't forget, there are already a large number of American personnel active within our borders. If they really want to act independently without us, can we stop them? In that case, we will not only suffer losses, but also remain completely unaware! What we should really do is actively participate, send our people in, and learn and record every detail with all our might! During the operation, we should use the negotiable aspects to fight for our rights, instead of acting like gamblers, resorting to threats without any real power to extort money when disaster strikes!"

The two factions engaged in a heated debate, each arguing sharply with the other.

Prime Minister Reiner sat in the main seat, listening silently to the heated exchange between the two factions.

He already had the answer in his heart and was preparing to make a decision.

Bells ring bells.

The internal emergency phone next to him suddenly rang, the ringing instantly cutting off all the argument and drawing everyone's attention.

Reina frowned, forced to temporarily suppress the order that was already on the tip of his tongue, and reached for the receiver.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister! A super-extraordinary disaster has broken out! In multiple medical schools!" "What?!" Reina jumped up from his chair, exclaiming in shock.

While players were still researching and investigating those suspicious medical schools, Jack the Ripper gave them a huge surprise with a simultaneous, bloody, and terrifying attack that swept across multiple locations!

In London, specimens and corpses from several historic medical schools, which had been dormant for years or were still relatively fresh, broke free of formalin and returned to the world, launching indiscriminate and frenzied attacks on unsuspecting teachers and students, causing great panic and casualties.

Fortunately, thanks to the previous division of labor, most of the medical schools that were considered suspicious already had players stationed in advance or were able to respond quickly.

Almost immediately after the disaster broke out and began to spread outwards, the forces that were trying to contain it arrived at the scene.

Inside the King's College London campus, a sacred unicorn roared, breaking through the pervasive stench of blood.

"Lulu!"

Nobita, clad in knight's armor, single-handedly charged forward, like an army unto himself, and single-handedly slaughtered his way through the group of organ-assembled monsters that looked like they had stepped out of a Resident Evil movie set.

On the lawn of St. George's Medical School, behind the screaming and fleeing students, a meteorite fell from the sky, and the lawn exploded with a roar.

"I knew I shouldn't have eaten so much." Looking at these messy monsters, Oshima suppressed his nausea.

He stood between the fleeing teachers and students and the terrifying pursuers, using his fists and body to buy the students time to escape.

Inside a teaching building at Queen Mary University of London's Whitechapel campus, Uesugi Hitomi experienced her first real-world combat experience.

Transformed into a white cat, she stood on the windowsill in the corridor, her cat ears perked up nervously. Although her movements were slightly clumsy due to her unfamiliarity with the subject, her extensive theoretical knowledge made up for it.

Spinosaurus form... wait, no, Ice Heart, activate!

In September, frost fell, and a cold wave surged and spread from her center, quickly turning an area into a snowy battlefield that was advantageous to her, effectively slowing down the movements of those organized corpses.

"Ink Jade! Charge!"

With the help of the shikigami Moyu, Hanbing handled the situation quite elegantly.

Players don't know exactly how the game's rating system works, but after experiencing a similar system to Silver Cup Manor, all players can basically reach a consensus.

That is to do everything possible to do the best, whether it is for oneself or ordinary people, to minimize casualties. This may be the only path to high praise.

Imperial College London.

Having just quelled the crisis on campus, Park Min-woo appeared slightly thinner due to the exertion of his strength.

The possessed paper figure had been maintained for quite some time, and even though it hadn't used much power before, it was starting to falter after expending some energy.

He stood amidst the chaos, with lifeless corpses and broken organs at his feet.

He sent Ethan a private message:
"The countdown to the ceremony was supposed to last more than two days, so why is the attack starting now?"

Ethan's reply was as quick as ever, almost instantaneous: "This shows that our initial understanding was flawed. The Ripper's revenge began the moment the game refreshed. That so-called seventy-two-hour countdown was not the time when the disaster would break out, but the deadline we had to stop him from completing the ritual."

Park Min-woo stared at the corpse at his feet, lost in thought.

If a ritual is broken down, the most important elements are nothing more than time, place, and people. The time can be determined, and the people are probably a corpse, but where is the place? And how do we determine the place?

Or is there some other key point that can be activated by the crystal during the ritual period?

Park Min-woo reached out his hand, watching his body crumble little by little, turning into ashes, and knew that the time for possession had come.

It can be confirmed that the exclusive possession paper doll that can be redeemed with playtime in this game has virtually no consumption in standby mode and can last for about 20 hours.

But as long as the ability is used, the time will be shortened rapidly.

Furthermore, the physical or mental energy consumed will be fed back to the original body.

No matter, the Mercy Crystal's teleportation cooldown is over, and he plans to use his main body to come over for the rest of the game.

Spread the splits across London so that his abilities can be maximized.

In developed countries, are there really no shortage of high-calorie, high-protein foods?

At the U.S. Air Force base, as soon as Ping Shenglong and Kurosaki's plane landed, they were put into a special car and rushed to the medical school where the disaster had occurred.

"The dead are resurrected?" Heisei Ryu listened carefully to the other party's detailed description and murmured.

Kurosaki Chimei immediately interrupted Taira no Ryu's idea: "It shouldn't be. This ability is too terrifying. It can revive the dead? And even if only one organ is left, it can still revive them? Is it a god? I'm more inclined to think that this is an ability to utilize corpses."

"It's bizarre, but it doesn't involve life or death; it's just manipulation."

"However, according to the description, he could have done it silently. Well, I can understand that. After all, he was the Ripper. He performed autopsies on all the murders he killed. Causing public panic was probably part of his enjoyment."

"But he didn't expect that the players had made preparations in advance, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of the disaster," Ping Shenglong added.

Kurosaki nodded slightly: "These things that have awakened from history have no idea that the game exists, and they don't really understand the power of the players."

It's hard to say whether this is good news or bad news.

London was placed under martial law as a matter of course.

Helicopters hovered and crisscrossed the sky, making one wonder if they had revealed all their secrets.

A temporary joint investigation department was established, nominally led by the British, but in reality, the main command was in the hands of the Americans.

Kurosaki is all too familiar with this tactic.

Surprisingly, the British, who are one or two generations older than Japan, are also treated the same way.

There are only two countries that can be called conjugate father and son with the United States. Britain is one of them. For Japan, isn't it a quantum superposition state one or two generations higher?

But now it seems like an overestimation.

(End of this chapter)