Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 355, Section 102: The Era of Unity

In Tokyo, a light drizzle tapped against the glass.

Those who had been staying in Tokyo for a long time mostly sighed, complaining that the rain had disrupted their plans and made their already low spirits even lower.

But others who had only recently arrived in Tokyo in a sorry state looked terrified amidst the sound of rain, covering their heads, screaming, trying to avoid the raindrops, and regarding them as a raging flood.

In the refugee camp, people numbly glanced at the weeping and collapsing people, then lowered their heads, lost in thought.

Perhaps the Black Rain encountered a setback in Kyoto and expended a lot of energy, which is why things have been particularly calm these past few days.

Only a few light black rains fell sporadically across Japan, which were all dealt with by Hayato and the Knights. They split into two groups, with Hayato in Kanto and the Knights in Kansai, ensuring that these black rains did not cause any casualties.

But the Prime Minister was not happy at all.

This eerie black rain seems determined to linger in Japan and refuse to dissipate.

It has become a recurring climate disaster in this land, raging repeatedly and without end.

From now on, black rain forecasts will become an important matter that everyone must pay attention to.

For many Japanese people, the first thing they do upon waking up each day is check the Black Rain Warning on their phones, much like checking earthquake alerts—it's become an integral part of daily life.

Cities blessed by Ksitigarbha will see a large influx of people, while cities without Ksitigarbha's protection will gradually decline.

Japan cannot afford to lose Tokyo, but it also cannot go to the extreme of leaving Japan with only Tokyo!

What's the difference between this and amputation of the entire body below the head?
It's like the 3D zone can't be without Tifa, but if it's all Tifa... well, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.
This is an extremely terrifying process. Ninety percent of the country is under threat. The situation, in which black rain that can corrode machinery, interfere with communications, and breed demons falls from the sky at irregular intervals, would be enough to cause the government to collapse in any country in the world.

"I really don't want to be this lousy prime minister anymore."

He slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, his eyes bloodshot and filled with deep weariness.

Since taking this position, he has never had a peaceful day. For the past six months, he has either been dealing with the aftermath of disasters or on his way to the next disaster.

The reality is, damn it, I can't even quit my job now! Nobody wants to take on this hot potato.

Of course, if he is determined to shirk responsibility and force it onto others, there will always be some people who are blinded by power or who are extremely radical and willing to take the fall.

But if such a person comes to power, in the current precarious situation, it will only lead Japan into an abyss of no return.

His meager sense of responsibility, in contrast to that of his peers, became the reason he had to keep going.

He had placed his hopes on the extraordinary individuals, hoping they could find a way to solve the Black Rain problem once and for all. But after reading the analysis report submitted by Muramasa Taki, even that hope was completely shattered.

The report points out that the black rain that broke out of Mount Fuji is actually the accumulated negative emotions in Japan, which they cannot reseal; at most, they can only channel them.

To alleviate the problem at its root, it would be impossible to achieve anything other than a long-term positive, optimistic, and hopeful mood among the entire population – that's simply a pipe dream!

Even the most perfect laws cannot control the dark side of people's hearts.

Do they really think he's some kind of once-in-a-lifetime genius, capable of building such a human kingdom devoid of negative emotions? Especially in the current climate where everyone is insecure and order is crumbling.

It's already quite good that he can maintain the most basic order.

In reality, however, order continues to crumble.

The news that over 10,000 Self-Defense Force personnel died in the Battle of Kyoto could not be completely concealed, and in recent days, especially in the Ground Self-Defense Force, the number of people applying for retirement has surged.

Although the situation was temporarily suppressed by the mandatory orders and severe punishments under the state of war, the fact that people were filled with fear and low morale could not be concealed.

"Run? Where can you run to?"

The Prime Minister sighed, opened the application from Leon, and after just one glance, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly made a phone call.

The US proposal in the application was to send Taki Muramasa to Russia to communicate and investigate the recent unusual events in the Baltic Sea.

It was called an application, but it was more like a notification. He called because he wanted to have a proper discussion with Leon.

"Muramasa Takii cannot leave Japan! She is the anchor of the entire Kansai region. If she leaves, and a large-scale outbreak of the Black Rain occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

“Hamasaki Yui is still in England. I can ask her to go to Russia as my representative to negotiate.”

"I see"

After paying a price, Leon actually agreed.

It took the Prime Minister a while to realize, after hanging up the phone, that perhaps Leon wasn't confident he could persuade Muramasa Taki to leave Japan, but was merely using the situation to negotiate and gain some benefits.

"Hey, allies"

His last shred of hope was shattered.

He originally thought that Japan, as the place where the supernatural events first occurred, also had many supernatural beings and should be special.

But now it seems that in that president's eyes, the gap between Japan and Britain's status was still as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

I opened a video on my computer. In the video, giants ravaged the city, ancient buildings collapsed in droves, flames soared into the sky, and smoke filled the air. The once prosperous city was reduced to ruins.
Only when he saw these images did the weariness and frustration in his eyes temporarily dissipate, revealing a sense of relief.

These videos are now like an addiction for him; he can't sleep if he doesn't watch them for a day.

"Clearly, our country has the most people with extraordinary backgrounds."

"Why did things come to this?"

"Damn white people."

The video footage interspersed with scenes of William V presiding over the meeting and giving speeches.

"Useless Emperor".

Upon seeing this, the Prime Minister couldn't help but add a comment.

Moscow.

"Just as you won't put America on the menu, I must also ensure that Russia is on the table."

"I am aware of the risks, and I am willing to take them."

Yes, good luck to you and me.

After President Viktor finished the call, his gaze fell on a corner of the office. There, a little boy, about ten years old, stood quietly, his expression blank.

“Mr. Mori’s intelligence is accurate. We did indeed find an anomaly in the Baltic Sea. I don’t know what kind of reward you want.”

Yes, although Russia is very interested in events like the supernatural, without someone reminding them, they would never have been able to get the ice floes before Amer.

The person who alerted them immediately was Ethan.

Extraordinary disasters can bring rewards, rewards that are enough to entice players, a fact many players are aware of. However, these rewards usually appear after the disaster ends, and the process is rarely pleasant.

Therefore, Ethan didn't mind that Russia had obtained the unusual items, and he could use it as a way to do Russia a favor and introduce this troublemaker.

Of course, he would definitely come back afterward to fish in troubled waters and see if he could find any treasures.

The stitched heart I touched in London last time was a good find.

Given the scale and difficulty of this game, he didn't have high expectations.

The boy shook his head: "He said it was a gift to mark our meeting, and he looks forward to working together again next time."

Vickery nodded earnestly: "I also look forward to it. Please tell Mr. Mori that we can be staunch allies without compromising national interests."

The boy nodded expressionlessly. Then, his body convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and his entire body shrank and withered rapidly as if all his bones and flesh had been removed. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, like a mummy that had been instantly dried out.

Faced with this bizarre and horrifying scene, President Vichy remained calm, as if he were already used to it.

He pressed the button on the communicator on the table and ordered, "Come in and handle this."

Soon, two expressionless agents in black uniforms swiftly entered the room, placed the boy's remains into a special body bag, and quietly carried it out.

Vickers couldn't be sure why he had received a supernatural notification that there might be an anomaly in the Baltic Sea.

But the main speculations boil down to two points.

First, this strange object is extremely dangerous; they want to use someone else to do their dirty work.

Secondly, he was drawn into the struggle among the supernatural beings. Some people did not want this anomalous object to fall into the hands of the Ame faction of supernatural beings, so they notified him to take the opportunity to complicate the situation.

Regardless of the method, he was willing to take the risk and try to snatch chestnuts from the fire.

He must seize every opportunity to secure a place for Russia in the Extraordinary Age, and try to establish connections with this Extraordinary faction called "Sen."

He didn't believe that the plate armor under the ice floes was truly unattractive to other extraordinary beings; he still needed to be wary of it.

Especially the two extraordinary beings, the Demon Mist and the Ninth Generation Muramasa.

"Your Excellency, the plane from London has arrived." The deputy walked straight to Vicki's side and said in a low voice without looking at him.

"Proceed with the reception as planned, and observe carefully," Vicki gave the order, then rose and left the office through a secret passage. He wouldn't appear in person, but he would keep a close eye on everything.

The deputy took a deep breath and began this special welcoming mission.

Pushkin Airport.

Yui Hamasaki, as a special representative of Japan's Extraordinary Measures Department, followed a hastily assembled delegation as she stepped off the plane.

She had no objection to the Prime Minister's arrangements, and her face always wore a calm, somewhat distant smile.

Her first words caught the Russian representatives off guard, rendering their carefully prepared plans useless.

"You mean you want to take the subway?" The Russian representative looked at Yui with surprise and repeated what the other party had just said to confirm.

Yui smiled as usual: "Is that not allowed?"

"Of course, we warmly welcome your arrival and encourage you to visit our capital in any way you wish," the representative said politely, regaining some composure after hearing the reply through the earpiece.

"Thank you." Yui nodded slightly and actually walked straight towards the public transportation sign at the airport exit.

The Russian representative and Yui's entourage exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and surprise in each other's eyes.

The Russian representative understood; it seemed this was indeed a sudden, extraordinary idea, and had not been discussed with him.

It just so happens that they'd love to waste more time on the road, while the other party couldn't possibly have come all this way just to cause trouble on the subway.

Thus, a bizarre group of diplomats, security agents, and superhumans swept into Moscow's metro system.

Inside the train carriage, the Russian representative stood beside Yui, dutifully introducing the history of Moscow and the architectural features of the subway stations.

Yui listened quietly with a smile on her face, but her gaze seemed to wander into the dark tunnel rushing past the window.

When the train arrived at a certain station, Yui stood up without warning and walked out of the carriage before the doors closed.

“Miss Yui!” The Russian representative hurriedly followed, reminding him, “The Kremlin is not in this direction.”

"I know." Yui said casually without turning her head, and continued walking forward.

Helpless, the group asked the subway to stop a little longer so they could get off, and then followed her out of the subway station.

They walked all the way to the north entrance of the All-Russian Exhibition Center.

"Ms. Yui, would you like to visit the exhibition center?" the Russian representative asked tentatively, his mind filled with confusion.

Yui did not answer. She simply raised her head quietly, gazing at the statue that symbolized another era, as if lost in thought.

That is the famous statue of the worker and the female collective farm worker, which, under the gray sky of Moscow, still maintains its upright posture, holding up the hammer and sickle.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and her profile appeared exceptionally serene and peaceful in the light and shadow.

The others could only hold their breath and stay behind her, not daring to disturb her or leave, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange for a moment.

After a long silence, Yui finally spoke:
"That was truly a united era, wouldn't you say?"

The Russian representative opened his mouth, gazing at the statue that bore witness to historical memory, a complex expression flashing across his face. There was a brief silence on the other end of the headset; he could only manage a vague and cautious reply:

"right."

Upon hearing this uncertain answer, Yui didn't say anything more. She withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked lightly back to the subway station she had come from.

A group of bewildered attendants looked at each other and reluctantly continued to follow.

They felt like they were accompanying a willful little girl.

And that seems to be the case.

Because Yui's next stop is Belarus, which is also for the giant relief sculpture inside the station.

Finally, we arrived at the Revolution Square metro station. From here, you'll be on Red Square, and the Kremlin is right next to it.

She really acted like she was on vacation.

The Russian representative, who had been talking until his throat was dry, breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived at the Kremlin.

This extraordinary individual clearly showed a strong interest in the CCP, but it's unclear whether this is a good thing, a bad thing, or some kind of smokescreen.

(End of this chapter)