I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

China, capital

A secret military base in the western suburbs.

The room was filled with smoke in a basement conference room.

A huge LED display screen hangs on one wall of the conference room.

At this moment, a scene is frozen on the screen.

That was a screenshot of Lin Fan in an SUV, making a peace sign at the camera and smiling broadly.

It was a still frame from before he ended the broadcast.

"Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of hearty, almost manic laughter echoed through the serious conference room.

"Well done, really well done!"

Lin Jianguo, beaming with pride, ignored the strange looks from those around him and smugly surveyed the people in the conference room.

"See that? See that...?"

"This is my son, this is the glory of our Lin family!"

At this moment, he was laughing so hard that his back teeth were showing.

"Look at this kid! No wonder he's my son; he's already got the ability to have his own page on the family tree!"

"I'm asking you, whose son can compare to mine?"

Everyone in the meeting room, looking at his loud and boisterous manner, felt an urge to beat him up.

Director Zhang, sitting to the side, clutched his forehead in pain.

My head is buzzing!

"Old Lin, we know your son is awesome, but can we be a little more low-key?"

"Trying to keep a low profile? There's no way I can be even a little bit low-profile!"

Lin Jianguo showed absolutely no intention of restraining himself.

"Old Zhang, just say my son is awesome, that's all!"

"My son has brought honor to the country, what's wrong with me, as his father, being happy?"

You call this being happy?

Can't we have any shame?

Director Zhang sighed helplessly, feeling his blood pressure rising faster than his savings.

But he knew now was not the time to talk about that.

"Old Lin, let's calm down for a bit!"

"Do you know that the diplomatic corps is in an uproar?"

"The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs has now demanded that we immediately identify the man in the footage and take responsibility for his terrorist attack in Sumida Ward."

As he spoke, he pointed to the screen.

"Terrorist attack, Lao Lin! You don't want your son to follow in your footsteps, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo's smile faded. He calmly picked up the cigarette case on the table in front of him, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Take responsibility? Take responsibility my ass."

"I think we've given them too much credit!"

"You want to label my son a terrorist?"

"Who gave them the guts?"

"My son can only be a descendant of a martyr with impeccable revolutionary credentials... Bah, I'm not dead yet."

"Anyway, my son is a model citizen!"

"His trip to Japan was a legal entry! Passport, visa—weren't they all proper procedures?"

"How did he become a terrorist?"

"No, I'm just saying one thing, why are you getting so worked up about it?"

Director Zhang rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and pointed at the screen.

"Can't you be reasonable?"

"Look, the entire Sumida Ward has been almost destroyed, and that emergency center has become a no-go zone."

"Even if we don't want to admit it, the facts are there, how can we explain it?"

"Explain your nonsense!"

Lin Jianguo snorted coldly, "What's the point of explaining to them..."

Before he could finish speaking, a link request popped up on the big screen. Director Zhang quickly pulled Lin Jianguo aside.

"Don't say anything. It's a video call request from Japan. Watch your tone!"

He took a deep breath and signaled to the technician to connect.

The image on the big screen changed.

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, with a mustache and an angry expression, appeared on the screen.

The background is the Prime Minister's official residence in Japan.

"Director Zhang!"

The other party was utterly impolite and started yelling in Chinese.

"This is a declaration of war! This is blatant provocation!"

"That young man from your country has been causing disasters in our country time and time again, resulting in losses of trillions of yen!"

"We need an explanation! We hope you can provide one..."

"What the hell are you yelling about!"

However, before the person in charge from Japan could finish speaking, Lin Jianguo brought his face close to the camera and shouted into the microphone.

The Japanese diplomat turned green with rage, barely suppressing his anger, and said in broken Chinese:

"Sir, please watch your words."

"Your country's youth have caused horrific disasters in our country, and I have reason to..."

"What reason do you have?!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Lin Jianguo interrupted the spellcasting.

"They're going on vacation! Don't they even know what vacation means?"

"He was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't speak the language."

"I went to the hospital for a checkup, and ended up encountering your so-called supernatural outbreak."

"That's a security problem in your country! It's a problem with the quality of your construction!"

"My son acted in self-defense!"

"He's just a kid in his early twenties!"

He's still a child!

Just imagine how scared and helpless a child would be in that situation!

"In his panic, he might have overreacted in an attempt to save his life. What's wrong with that?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Jianguo.

Even Director Zhang, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, was dumbfounded at this moment.

An overreaction?

They wiped out an entire district and destroyed their elite Demon Slayer Group.

Is this considered an overreaction?

What the hell? He's still a child?

The cherry blossom diplomat on the other side of the screen was completely baffled by Lin Jianguo's twisted logic.

"No, you...who are you?"

"I am your fold!"

Lin Jianguo's expression turned serious.

"Listen up, I am the father of that young man you mentioned, Zhang Tiejun!"

no……

Can't you even act like a human being?!

Upon hearing this, Director Zhang, who was standing to the side, was speechless.

You can say you're stirring up trouble, but what's with mentioning my name?

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Japanese diplomat instantly turned red.

"Great! Very good! It's even better now that the parents are here!"

"Your son massacred civilians at our Sumida Emergency Center, created paranormal panic, and even publicly humiliated our Onmyoji, Abe Tenkai!"

"These crimes were all recorded live! You can't deny it!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

Lin Jianguo picked at his ear, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're an idiot."

He waited for the other person to catch their breath before slowly speaking.

"Massacre? Creating panic? Do you have any evidence? Which eye of yours saw my son do it?"

"As for humiliating Abe Tenkai..."

Lin Jianguo sneered.

"That old man isn't skilled enough to catch anyone, so how can he blame my son for running fast?"

"That's just sophistry!"

The Japanese diplomat was so angry he was trembling.

"Don't give me that sophistry. I don't know anything. All I know is that my son acted in self-defense!"

Lin Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, making a louder sound than the other person.

"My son went there for tourism! He's a legal tourist!"

"Everyone in the world knows that your place is unclean, with Sadako and Kayako crawling around everywhere."

"My son is a frail student. He got lost in the hospital late at night and encountered a ghostly maze. He was terrified. To protect himself and bolster his courage, he made some noise. Isn't that reasonable?"

In the conference room, Director Zhang and his staff almost couldn't help but laugh.

A frail student?

To make a scene and embolden oneself?

The Japanese diplomat was so speechless by this absurd logic that he almost fainted.

He had never seen such a shameless person in his life, and still, unwilling to give up, he asked:

"Then...what about ramming the checkpoint? He hijacked a police car and rammed through the cordon!"

"My son is just a child. He could only have done something like this because you scared him!"

Lin Jianguo was self-righteous and confident.

"Think about it, with hundreds of guns pointed at you, any normal person would run!"

"You...you..."

The Japanese diplomat pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling, too angry to speak.

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Lin Jianguo gave the other party no chance to breathe and directly took the initiative.

"I haven't even asked you for an explanation yet!"

"My perfectly healthy son was sent to your place for a trip, and now there's an earthquake and a ghost story, and now he's wanted by you."

"How do you plan to calculate the compensation for emotional distress, shock, and lost wages?"

"Let me tell you, if my son loses even a single hair on your island, I'll tear your lousy island apart!!"

Done.

He didn't give the other party a chance to refute him at all.

Snapped!

Simply reach out and hang up the video call.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, giving Director Zhang no chance to speak at all.

The screen went black.

The world is quiet now.

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lin Jianguo.

No, you can say whatever you want, why did you get hung up on?

Several seconds passed.

Lin Jianguo seemed to realize that he had gotten a little carried away with his words.

"Um... Old Zhang... is it okay if he hangs up?"

"You've already hung up, what else can I say?"

Director Zhang rolled his eyes in exasperation. If this guy hadn't been so reckless and dangerous, he would have wanted to strangle him.

There is such a father and son in China. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!

Director Zhang was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Although Old Lin was a reckless scoundrel, it was indeed satisfying to utter those words.

"Old Lin, you've had your fun with that barrage of criticism, but the pressure on the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is about to..."

Director Zhang shook his head and handed over the tablet computer.

"And you should take a look at the current international public opinion first."

Lin Jianguo took the tablet and swiped his fingers across it.

The corners of his mouth, which had been tense, slowly curved into a smile.

Weibo, Douyin, Bilibili...

The top ten trending topics are all related to his eldest son!

"Hehe... My son's about to debut!"

#Lin Fan, the Hero Against Cherry Blossoms#

#Crowdfunding for Fan Ge's plane ticket#

#First Clear Player of Sumida Ward Dungeon#

Looking at these topics about his eldest son, he couldn't help but click on a comment section, and immediately, all sorts of messages came into view.

This guy's too tough! I'm asking you, who else can pull this off?!

When will the legendary solo player who cleared the Sakura dungeon return? I'd love to get his autograph!

[I suggest that Brother Fan not return to China, but stay there and see if there are any other challenges to overcome!]

[Crowdfunding! I need to send money to Fan Ge! He needs not only plane tickets but also equipment!]

Looking at these comments, Lin Jianguo couldn't hide his smugness.

"See that, Lao Zhang? This is what you call having the will of the people!"

"The eyes of the masses are truly sharp!"

Did I ask you to show me this?

Director Zhang was practically fuming with anger, and sighed helplessly:

"Alright, alright, stop showing off."

"Although public opinion is in our favor, the more favorable it is, the more dangerous it is for your son."

I'm afraid his abilities will be fully exposed very soon!

"Just imagine what it will be like then?"

When serious matters were brought up, Lin Jianguo's expression also darkened.

He crushed the cigarette butt hard in the ashtray.

The roguishness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharpness and ruthlessness unique to veterans.

"try to find?"

"Then let them find it."

Lin Jianguo's voice was low and deep.

He knew it in his heart.

My own foolish son has no cunning at all.

Perhaps all the capital one has is just two unique talents.

So if that kid wants to grow up quickly, this is the only way.

"Son, don't blame your father for being heartless."

"In this world, if you want to stand up straight, you have to be ruthless to yourself."

Dad believes in you!

……

at the same time.

Tokyo, the land of cherry blossoms.

Within the temporarily formed intelligence investigation department.

The atmosphere here is a hundred times more oppressive than any conference room in China.

The Prime Minister's Office's top officials and dozens of top data analysts all gathered here.

On the huge holographic projection, all of Lin Fan's movements were listed.

After landing at Haneda Airport, he rushed towards the floats in the parade (screenshot from CCTV footage), then hanged himself from a tree branch, then jumped to his death at Sumida Ward Hospital, and then fled.

Every moment, every appearance, was compiled into photos and documents and analyzed by the entire team.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged analyst stood up abruptly, his face filled with terror, as if he had discovered something horrifying.

"I found it! I found it!"

Upon hearing this, the temporarily appointed head of the investigation department hurriedly went to the man's desk.

"Have you found that guy's location? Where is he?"

"No, no, no, I didn't find the young man's location. I... I found something else..."

The analyst swallowed hard, not daring to hesitate for a moment, and immediately spread out the documents and photos he had just analyzed.

He pointed to the first picture:

"Section Chief, look at this photo, that young man..."

"This photo is from before..."

"And this is a photo of him attempting suicide at the Sumida Emergency Center yesterday..."

As the photos were pieced together by the middle-aged analyst, the section chief, who had initially paid little attention, couldn't help but become serious.

Meanwhile, the intelligence analyst continued to drop bombshell after bombshell.

"Based on my model's deductions..."

"The trigger points for all the disasters correspond precisely to the death of this young man!"

Dead silence.

The entire command center seemed to have been put on pause.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the overlapping timelines projected onto the big screen, feeling a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

What is this?

The disaster was not triggered by the young man's voluntary use, but by his death.

That's a bit outrageous!

The head of the intelligence department was completely numb.

His task was to investigate the young man's whereabouts, but who would have thought that such a bombshell would be dropped!

"What...does this mean? In other words...that is to say..."

"Can't we kill him?"

"Will killing him bring disaster?"

The analyst nodded hesitantly, then added,

"Yes, and according to energy level simulations."

"The first earthquake triggered after the young man's death was a small, localized earthquake, but the second one was an inexplicable supernatural disaster."

"Although there was no pattern to the two disasters, one thing cannot be ignored, and that is..."

"It seems that the more times he dies, the higher the level of the disaster!"

(ÒωÓױ)！ ！ ！ What?!

Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking officials present turned green with anger.

It's one thing if death can trigger a disaster, but another...

But what kind of thing is this "gets stronger the more you die" nonsense?

How can there be such an unreasonable talent in this world?

If we continue to analyze it this way, wouldn't their island nation be dragged down with them?

What the hell is that monster?!

The prime minister's aides, realizing what was happening, immediately shouted:

"quick!"

"Notify all action teams!"

"Notify the Self-Defense Forces!"

"Notify the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"We must find that young man no matter what!"

"Once found, do not fire! Absolutely do not fire!"

"Even if he wants to kill someone, don't take strong measures."

"Please...please...don't let him die!!!"