I don't want to be an elf!

Kikunojo Tendo never expected that the rumors he had spread would actually come true.

As a result, Tokyo became restless, people's mental state deteriorated at a visible rate, and the crime rate soared to its highest point in a decade of peace.

In all of Tokyo, perhaps only Nia Honjo, who already knew Aldebaran would appear, and the Emperor, who had pre-ordered the new megalith, remained relatively calm.

This war, which was originally a catastrophe for the Tokyo area, the Third Kanto War in the original work, will not happen again thanks to the cooperation between Nia Honjo and the Holy Emperor.

However, in order to make the charade convincing, the Holy Emperor still went to great lengths, holding an emergency meeting overnight with Tendou Kikunojo and other military leaders to deploy soldiers, police officers, and the Cursed Son.

This is also why Tendo Kisara has been so tired lately.

Unaware of the truth, when she learned of this critical moment of life and death, Honjou Nia was still leisurely drawing manga, which almost made her faint with anger.

She not only drew it herself, but she also called over two very busy people, Rentaro Satomi, just to celebrate this trivial matter.

"Let's go back!"

Kisara Tendo glared at Nia Honjo and tugged at Rentaro Satomi's sleeve, saying, "We don't have time to waste on this kind of thing."

However, it did not move.

Tendo Kisara looked at Satomi Rentaro, who stood there like a wooden stake, with a puzzled expression.

"Well, actually I'm quite interested," Rentaro Satomi said sheepishly. "I've been waiting for the last volume for a long time. How about we finish reading it before going back?"

"You!" Seeing his partner so disappointing, Tendoki rolled his eyes in anger.

"Ah, it seems I understand men's hearts even better than Koki," Honjou Nia said meaningfully.

"Tsk..." Tendoki clicked his tongue in displeasure, "Is this 'Silver Bullet' really that good?"

"Well, it's one of the best-selling shonen manga before the war, after all," Nia Honjou said smugly. "Want to read it? It's free."

"I won't watch it."

“Since we’re already here,” Nia Honjou said slowly.

Yes, we're already here.

Leaving like this seems like an even bigger loss.

Although I'm not particularly interested, Rentaro seems to like it quite a bit.

"Alright, give me one too, Volume 1." Tendo Kisara finally gave in, "Since I'm already here..."

"hey-hey."

This guy was rubbing his hands together, looking like a shrewd businessman.

“I will definitely not let you down.”

Chapter 44 The Press Conference

Twenty minutes later.

Rentaro Satomi finished reading the last page of Volume 7 and put down the first draft in his hand with satisfaction.

"It was worth the wait," he asked with a hint of reluctance. "But is this really the last volume?"

"Really? After all, all the holes have been filled."

"That's true, but I don't quite understand the ending."

Recalling the plot of the final volume of "The Silver Bullet," Rentaro Satomi continued to ask, "After learning the truth of the world and obtaining the ultimate power, when Falma said 'I want to create a world without evil,' did he intend to destroy his world, or use this power to make the world a better place?"

"If you were Falma, what would you do?"

"me?"

Rentaro Satomi thought for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Although his world is a complete mess, if I had to choose, I would probably choose to use this power to make the world a better place."

"Even villains would benefit from this?"

"But can't good people also survive?"

“That’s definitely your style, Rentaro,” Nia Honjou said, unsurprised. “The ending is open-ended; you can interpret it however you like.”

"Hey, can you guys discuss the plot outside?"

At this moment, Tendo Kisei, who was engrossed in reading the manga, raised his head unhappily: "I've only read up to volume two. How am I supposed to read it after you guys spoiled it for me?"

This domineering demeanor, as if he had completely forgotten that this was Honjo Nia's home, made both Satomi Rentaro and Honjo Nia shrink back.

This girl picked up the second volume after finishing the first one, but her expression remained serious the whole time, making it impossible to tell whether she liked it or not.

But since you're willing to keep watching, at least you don't dislike it, right?

So, to avoid spoilers, the two had to stop their discussion and turn on the TV to pass the time.

"It seems like Tokyo has been really chaotic lately."

Watching the negative news reports on TV, Nia Honjo kept switching channels with the remote control, clicking her tongue and saying, "Tsk tsk, every news channel in the Tokyo area is broadcasting the same thing. The Emperor must be so busy lately that he's going bald."

"Why do you look like you're only just finding out?" Rentaro Satomi looked at her with surprise. "Haven't you been watching the news these past few days?"

“I’ve been rushing to finish my manuscript these past few days. I haven’t even left the house, let alone read the news.” Nia Honjo shrugged. “Besides, we’re in the outermost part of the outer district. Normal people wouldn’t come here for no reason.”

"boom--!"

However, at that moment, a gunshot rang out.

The three exchanged a glance, put down what they were holding, and rushed out.

Reaching the top of the shelter's wall, Satomi Rentaro quickly walked towards Elder Matsuzaki and Hiruko Kohina, and immediately asked, "Elder Matsuzaki, what happened?"

“Some unfriendly people tried to break into the shelter.” Elder Matsuzaki’s expression was somewhat grim. “However, I stopped them with a shot.”

Looking out over the wall, there were twenty or thirty people who looked like they had ill intentions standing not far from the wall.

They held various homemade protest signs with extremely radical words written on them, making people frown.

“I’ll say it again, this is private property. If you thugs dare to step inside, I won’t miss next time.”

Elder Matsuzaki, usually so kind, spoke with unwavering resolve.

"We are not thugs, we are a militia group formed to protect the Tokyo area!"

One of the men, dressed in a suit, shouted, "We're here to protect the Tokyo area from the Gastrea!"

"There are no Gastrea here. Please leave immediately."

Rentaro Satomi stopped the elderly Elder Matsuzaki and took his place, saying, "Whether you are a mob or a militia, this is not a place for you."

"No Gastrea? Isn't that thing next to you one of them!"

The man in the suit sneered, pointing at Hiruko Kohina, "You've been eyeing us covetously from the very beginning. You must have been unable to suppress your bloodlust, right?"

"Nonsense!" Tendou Kisara couldn't help but retort. "This child's mission is to protect this place. You've come with ill intentions; do you expect to be treated like guests?"

"Master, may I kill that guy?" Hiruko Kohina asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“No, if you do it, it will really prove them right,” Nia Honjou reassured her.

"We, representing the citizens of Tokyo, must eliminate all the hidden dangers inside the monolith before it collapses," the man in the suit declared passionately. "The cursed children here are not only incapable of fighting, but they could also transform into Gastrea at any time. Keeping them alive is of no benefit to Tokyo!"

"For the Tokyo area!"

"Even ordinary people can contribute to this city!"

"Make these monsters disappear from the Tokyo area!"

As the man in the suit took the lead, his followers also began chanting slogans.

Even though there were fewer than thirty people, their chants carried an undeniable momentum.

"What should we do?" Rentaro Satomi clenched his fists. "There's no reasoning with these guys, but if we hurt them, public opinion will overwhelmingly side with them, putting us in an even more disadvantageous position."

“If they go back and exaggerate, even more attackers will come looking for trouble tomorrow. In a few weeks, we won’t be able to hold them off at all.” Kisara Tendo’s face was grim. “This rabble doesn’t know what they’re doing. They talk about doing this for the Tokyo area, but they’re just making things worse!”

Just as the two groups were locked in a standoff, with neither willing to back down, the roar of cars could be heard in the distance.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two armored pickup trucks used by the military.

"The army is here to wipe them out! Haha! The government is on our side!"

Watching the fully armed soldiers disembark from the pickup trucks, the man in the suit shouted triumphantly, "These little monsters will be wiped out soon! And you overly compassionate saints will soon be..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the soldiers had already raised their rifles, pointing the black muzzles at the troublemakers.

Under the army's suppression, these mobs, who had just been full of righteous indignation, were now pale with fright, sweating profusely, and obediently followed orders, being escorted into another pickup truck.

Following behind the two pickup trucks was a limousine.

“It seems I’ve arrived just in time.” The Holy Emperor, dressed in pure white, stepped out of the car. “These people were hired by Tendo Kikunojo. Don’t worry, they won’t bother you anymore.”

The people in the shelter breathed a sigh of relief when the riot subsided.

Honjo Nia opened the doors of the shelter, letting the Holy Emperor and her guards in.

“This kind of thing can be handled by sending someone else,” Nia Honjou asked. “Since you’re here in person, there must be other important matters to discuss, right?”

"Isn't Miss Honjo omniscient? Then you should know why I'm here."

“I don’t like using my abilities unless absolutely necessary,” Nia Honjo shrugged. “Is something wrong with the government?”

"No, the power transition within the government went smoothly. I'm here because the megalith and the erosion inhibitor are almost finished."

A genuine smile appeared on the Emperor's slightly tired, pretty face.

I'd like to discuss the details of the press conference that's scheduled for a few days with you.

Chapter Forty-Five: The Beginning of the Fall of the Tiantong Family

As the monolith deteriorates and turns to ash, the Tokyo area becomes increasingly restless.

After the initial confusion and shock, those who had the means to escape tried various ways to flee this future land of conflict.

Airfares skyrocketed as wealthy Tokyo residents fled the city with their families, seeking refuge in safer cities.

Some police officers who were unwilling to participate in the operation teamed up with each other, boarded modified trucks, and headed to other cities.

Although the journey is long and dangerous, given the combined combat effectiveness of the police force, most of them should be able to reach other cities safely.