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Chapter 138 Plans and Subordinates

Genjiro's return was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar.

However, to everyone's surprise, Amaterasu, whose lineage was of the highest nobility, did not choose to ascend to a high position of power and look down upon all living beings.

Instead, he chose to start from the bottom and joined the most dangerous department of the Snake Clan—the Execution Department.

This news is nothing short of a magnitude 8 earthquake.

The Crown Prince gave up the comfort of the Eastern Palace and chose to become a county magistrate who could lose his head at any time. Isn't this just asking for trouble?

However, the turmoil in the outside world was nothing more than distant background noise to Shigeru Miyamoto at this moment.

He has more important and more urgent things to do.

It is that supercomputer that stands deep within Genji Heavy Industries, and is hailed as the brain and core of the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Princess Kaguya's essence is the perfect fusion of modern technology and ancient alchemy.

Its basic carrier is still the most advanced semiconductor chip in human history, but on that cold silicon base, there are micro-alchemy matrices that are invisible to the naked eye.

The existence of these matrices allowed Princess Kaguya's computational abilities to break free from the constraints of physical laws, reaching an unbelievable level.

But that's not all. What's truly terrifying about Princess Kaguya is that she used alchemy to infuse this machine with a living spirit, giving it artificial intelligence far surpassing that of this era.

The skeleton of technology, the flesh and blood of alchemy, and the soul of AI. Only the combination of these three elements gave birth to Princess Kaguya, this unique "monster".

The difficulty of leaving a backdoor within such a being is self-evident.

Under normal circumstances, even if Shigeru Miyamoto were the director of the Ganryu Research Institute, it would be impossible for him to stay in Kaguya's core server room for an extended period of time.

That area is a restricted zone; any unauthorized lingering will trigger the highest level of alert.

So he's been waiting for an opportunity.

Every machine needs maintenance.

When the maintenance order was issued, Shigeru Miyamoto knew that his time had come.

Over the past few months, thanks to his knowledge of the Marvel universe, his alchemy skills have also improved significantly.

He then completed the deciphering of Kaguya's alchemical matrix; all he needed was an opportunity to inscribe these things onto it.

That's a "key" at the hardware level.

He then used his privileges to upload a code package disguised as redundant data at the software level.

When the hardware "key" and the software "lock" quietly fit together at the system's underlying layer, an invisible door slowly opens for him.

He gained access to the supercomputer to some extent.

This means he can begin the next step of his plan...

Meanwhile, in Kobe, deep in the mountains.

Akira Sakurai stared blankly at the sky, which was divided into squares by four high walls, his eyes empty and numb.

This is a school, a school that specifically "cares" for children who have been abandoned by society.

Above the high wall is a barbed wire fence that constantly flashes with dangerous electric arcs.

He had personally witnessed a daring child who wrapped his hands in insulating cloth and tried to escape by climbing over a wall. The child succeeded but got lost in the deep, unfathomable forest.

Three days later, when the rescue team found him, he was so dehydrated that he was on the verge of death, and his eyes held a despair even deeper than when he was captured.

Akira Sakurai once thought that as long as he stayed here obediently until graduation, he could leave this cage and obtain something called "freedom".

However, not long ago, a man in a sharp black suit told him in a calm, even cold, tone that he could not leave yet.

That kind of man comes once a year. They take him into a room with soft walls, separated by a thick layer of tempered glass, and ask him questions as sharp as a scalpel.

Have you recently experienced moments where you suddenly get excited and can't control yourself?

"Have you developed a crush on any female classmate?"

Do you masturbate? Every night, or at irregular times?

"Is there anyone in your life you particularly dislike? Have you ever thought about killing them?"

Each question attempts to dissect his soul and examine it closely under a microscope.

Akira Sakurai never dared to resist because he knew that these law enforcers had a stronger and more stable bloodline than him.

So they are law enforcement officers, and he is a prisoner.

What he inherited from his parents was a "garbage bloodline" that could go out of control at any time, while they inherited an "elite bloodline" that could grant them extraordinary powers.

The law enforcement officers were pleased to see his cooperation and comforted him by saying that if he could remain green until he was forty, he would have a chance to gain true freedom.

By then, they will no longer interrogate him through the glass, but will visit his home once a year as friends.

Forty years old...

Akira Sakurai felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He has spent fourteen years of his life in this cage since he was sent here at the age of five.

The next twenty-one years awaited him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, not understanding why it had to be him who had to encounter such a fate.

And who would willingly be kept in captivity like this, wasting their entire life?

Just as he was immersed in boundless despair, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out behind him without warning.

"Who would willingly end their life like this?"

"who?"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Akira Sakurai's hair stood on end, and he turned around abruptly.

There was no one behind.

He cautiously looked around. This was a secret base he had discovered by chance, the interior of an abandoned warehouse, one of the few places in the entire school without surveillance cameras.

There aren't even any wires, indicating that it's not an electronic device.

Hallucination? Has long-term repression finally led to mental problems?
However, the air in front of him began to distort and swirl, just like the surface of water after a stone has been thrown in.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing an ancient mask and a black trench coat slowly walked out from the distorted light and shadow, as if he had always been standing there.

Akira Sakurai's pupils contracted sharply, and immense fear gripped his heart, making him forget to breathe.

The man ignored his fear and simply stated a fact in a calm tone.

"I'm here to give you a new option..."

The man's voice was calm and deep, as if it came from another world.

"A new...option?"

Sakurai Akira was taken aback; a ripple stirred in the still lake of his heart.

"This choice is called freedom."

The masked man's voice possessed a strange, magical quality.

He stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a vial that shimmered with a pale golden light.

"free?"

Akira Sakurai looked at the vial of medicine, his breathing becoming slightly rapid, but his rationality kept him on guard.

"This is a bloodline stabilizer,"

The masked man seemed to see through his thoughts and continued,

"It can suppress the unstable factors in your blood, and at the same time... grant you extraordinary power."

"strength?"

Akira Sakurai's heart skipped a beat. Did that mean that as long as he injected this, he could become an elite like the Men in Black?
The thought of ecstasy was fleeting; he knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"So...what's the price?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Your loyalty."

The masked man's words were concise and to the point.

"Just...that?"

Akira Sakurai found it hard to believe; the word seemed too cheap and too meaningless to him.

"Heh...that's all."

The masked man let out a soft chuckle, which sounded both mocking and affirmative.

He remained silent, simply standing there, leaving the choice entirely to Akira Sakurai.

Silence fell over the air. Sakurai Akira stared intently at the vial of medicine; the golden liquid seemed like a key to another world, filled with a deadly allure.

On one side is a prison of despair, day after day; on the other is an abyss full of unknowns, yet promising power and freedom.

Sakurai Akira gritted his teeth, a resolute madness flashing in his eyes.

He snatched the syringe and, without hesitation, plunged the cold needle into his arm, forcefully pushing all the golden liquid into his body.

In an instant, an indescribable burning sensation erupted from my heart, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening!
A violent force surged through his veins to his limbs and bones, tearing, rebuilding, and regenerating!
He could clearly feel that the bloodline in his body, which had once been regarded as "garbage" and "curse," was roaring and boiling in an unprecedented manner!
Seeing this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Shigeru Miyamoto's face beneath the white mask.

The experiment was a success.

This potion is an improved version of the stabilizing potion for Uesugi Erii, specifically prepared for demons whose bloodline has not yet awakened.

And this is his so-called next step plan: to stir up a real storm on this island, which he alone is far from enough to accomplish.

He needed some subordinates, and a half-blood like Sakurai Akira, who was abandoned by his family and judged to be a "demon," was the best candidate.

They possess some dragon blood, and due to their long-term isolated environment and repressive experiences, their hearts are filled with hatred for the existing order and a yearning for freedom. A blank slate, the easiest to control...

(End of this chapter)