My front door leads to a comic strip

It's still the Metropolitan Police Department.

"What?! What do you mean by saying that monster turned to ash and disappeared?"

"Didn't I allow you to capture me alive?"

Mizutani slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his eyes wide open, as if the sky were about to fall.

God knows what it feels like to send out so many troops and make so many sacrifices, only to gain nothing in the end.

He was ordered to capture the monster alive, and for this purpose, he was given most of the authority.

He knew that his superiors were looking for someone who could take the blame at a critical moment, but he didn't care, because if he could seize the opportunity, he could reach the pinnacle of his life in one step.

Superintendent, Superintendent...

These are within reach.

however…

"I...I'm so sorry! We didn't know anything about this either. We had already caught them..."

The young manager, bent over at a ninety-degree angle, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, spoke in a trembling voice.

"But for some reason, the moment I grabbed him, he let out a scream."

"Then, as if struck by a missile, he turned to ashes in the intense heat."

"This ash is different from normal ash; we cannot collect it, and it appears to be an energy product. We have reason to suspect that this is a new type of weapon."

"We have already sent you the relevant video footage. You can watch it when you have time..."

"What can you do? What's the point of telling me all this now?!" Mizutani slammed his hand on the table again.

He bit his nails hard, his brows furrowed, his voice filled with resentment:

"New style, yet another new style, damn it, could it be rice...?"

He remembered what the mountain village had said earlier and suddenly felt a chill.

Although they thought it was very likely because their technology was far ahead, why would they kill monsters?

They knew this thing would also benefit them.

Could it be that...Amelika already has fairly mature technology?

This monster was created by them.

To test their strength, they wanted to give them a warning, but they were afraid that the island nation would get their hands on them, so they destroyed them at the crucial moment.

Damn it. Why?

Mizutani clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding together.

He felt he had been tricked; the higher-ups were disobedient, and he was being made an example of—what did it have to do with the people below him?

Now things are really bad. He's going to lose his job and his pension. It's a serious dereliction of duty, and he feels more dejected than ever before.

"Um... well, if there's nothing else important, I'll take my leave now."

The person in charge bowed deeply again, his posture becoming increasingly humble.

He took a deep breath, slightly raised his eyes, and cautiously glanced at the angry and resentful expression on Mizutani's face. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a meaningful reminder:

"Please refrain from making hasty conclusions regarding the weapons; I am merely informing you of the procedure."

"If certain people with ulterior motives were to overhear this, your situation would be..."

He didn't reveal the answer, but Mizutani knew it was nothing more than a sudden disappearance or a sudden death.

Damn it, does being a dad make you so great? This is so unfair!

Take a deep breath.

"I know, now get out of here, damn it!"

Anger caused him to swear again, and even his voice became distorted.

The person in charge didn't pay any attention, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, calmed himself down, and quickly left the office.

Mizutani stared blankly at the empty doorway, then slumped back into his chair.

It's over.

……

……

trial room.

"Is there really a survivor at the scene? That's a miracle."

Inspector Akiyama tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his sharp gaze fixed on the woman in the interrogation room with a cast on her arm, his eyes slightly narrowed.

He flipped through the documents in front of him, his fingers tracing the pages as he examined them closely:

"Ryoko Kojima, 24 years old, born in Kyushu..."

"You got involved in this incident because you were attacked by a local gang on your way to work, right?"

He turned his head and looked at a woman in a police uniform beside him, asking her a question.

The woman had smooth, brown curly hair and looked similar to a Westerner.

She is the police officer who will take over from Mizutani to investigate the incident and deal with the United States. Her name is Kujo Chiho, and she is half American.

Kujo nodded slightly, his eyes calm, and spoke fluent Japanese:

"Yes, Inspector Akiyama."

"Although it is currently unknown how many things she saw were related to that monster, it seems that she has lost her memory due to the shock."

"But I believe that she will remember it someday."

"Should we wipe out the local gangs? After all, they were very likely the ones who lured that monster here."

"That's certainly a possibility," Akiyama thought, stroking his chin in deep thought.

As a police inspector, he himself had no fondness for lawlessness and disorder.

Normally, turning a blind eye is one thing, since it contributes to sales, but now...

"Um."

He nodded slightly, his tone indifferent, as if the gang of dozens of people was as insignificant as a speck of dust in his eyes.

"Clean them out, and let the other gangs behave themselves for now. Since we don't know the origin of the monsters, we must strictly control public opinion and attribute this turmoil to internal strife."

"Regarding the ashes from that monster, have you really not collected even a single one?"

"What they say in the US, I remember, Kujo, your mother..."

"I'm sorry, there hasn't been a word from my mother either."

Kujo shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Her mother was an intelligence agent who had been lying low in Amelika's life for twenty years.

Twenty years is not a short time, and the network of contacts has been basically completed, but even so, no information about the monster has been found.

Kujo couldn't help but wonder if this was the work of another country, like...

"Ahem." Akiyama coughed lightly to interrupt, "This is not something you can say."

Island nations are already in a difficult situation.

He stared at Chiho Kujo, his tone becoming more serious:

"No? I understand. Then let's continue the investigation. I believe this monster is not the first, and it certainly won't be the last."

"The higher-ups take this operation very seriously and have specially reorganized a department. You are in complete control of the Fukuoka police system, after all..."

Kujo understood what was going on, and if possible, she also wanted to stay young forever as a way of fulfilling her loyalty.

She took a deep breath, snapped her feet together, and decisively raised her hand in salute.

"Hi!"

……

……

In the world of Frilian, Gu Yuan suddenly stopped.

He shivered, as if he were being watched by something, and quickly glanced around, but saw nothing.

The shadow giant has disappeared, and most of the monks have survived.

The priest rushed over, intending to express his gratitude to Gu Yuan, his face filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

But then he received news that the sacred object had disappeared, and his smile suddenly froze.

"It's here with me." Gu Yuan held up the sacred object without hiding anything.

After he explained the whole story, the priest, though reluctant, reluctantly accepted the facts and let out a soft sigh:

"Is that so? I understand. Since the sacred object chose you, it must be because you have some outstanding qualities."

"Beautiful goddess. I hope you will use it well."

As he spoke, he took out paper and pen from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly, preparing to tell Gu Yuan some headquarters information he knew.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan's lips twitched slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression. Any redeeming qualities?

Well, who knows what the object is thinking? It accepted the goodwill, and that's it…

I touched the gold coins in my pocket; they felt cold to the touch. I wondered if there were any related magical items for sale here.

He had been eyeing the magical artifacts in the world of Frillian for a long time.

Seeing a thousand miles through an eye mask, having nightmares in a pot... each one could revolutionize modern technology.