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

Osaka, the land of cherry blossoms.

Since Tokyo had been completely reduced to nuclear ruins, the provisional government of the Sakura Kingdom had to relocate here urgently.

The atmosphere inside the interim prime minister's official residence was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Interim Prime Minister Tanaka, who had been in office for less than 24 hours, was sweating profusely as he gripped the phone, wiping the sweat rolling down his forehead with a handkerchief in his other hand.

The former prime minister died a terrible death.

To this day, not even their remains have been found!

He, the "scapegoat" who was temporarily pushed into the position, hadn't even settled in when he received another shocking piece of bad news.

That monster sleeping amidst the ruins of Tokyo...

Woke up!

"Gentlemen! Now is not the time to remain silent!"

Tanaka slammed the phone on the table, looked at the cabinet members who were filled with grief-stricken expressions, and roared.

Tokyo is gone!

If that monster is allowed to leave Tokyo, the next one could be Yokohama, or even Osaka, where we are!

At that point, not only will we have nowhere to retreat, but we may also perish along with the entire city!

However, no matter what he said, no one in the audience spoke.

Their faces were extremely grim.

They have no other options now.

As for retreating?

But where can they retreat to now?

The entire island nation is only so big; if we retreat any further, we'll only be able to go into the sea to feed the fish.

Now, unless a country is willing to accept them, they have nowhere to retreat.

"Where are the Awakened Ones and Warriors I asked you to contact?"

Tanaka turned to look at the newly appointed Minister of Defense.

"That guy, what's his name... what's his name, Sword Saint! And that Abe Onmyoji! Get them here right now."

"At all costs, we must stop that monster on the Kanto Plain!"

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister..."

The Defense Minister wore a bitter expression.

"The transfer order has been issued, but..."

"But what?"

"But most of the S-rank and A-rank powerhouses...lost contact when they heard that they had to stop that monster."

"Out of contact?"

Prime Minister Tanaka's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Baka! What does it mean to be out of contact?"

These cowards of the empire actually deserted their posts?

"They receive so many government subsidies normally, is this how they repay the country in times of crisis?"

The Defense Minister shrank back, not daring to reply.

I thought to myself, how can you blame them?

Even the US capture team was torn to shreds like toys, and you expect them to go up and fight monsters with a broken knife?

At this point, perhaps only the legendary Ultraman Tiga can save them!

Does that thing really exist?

"Where's the US?"

Lost and disoriented, Tanaka suddenly seemed to remember something and abruptly turned to look at the Foreign Minister.

"They are our allies, didn't they say they would protect us?"

Quick! Call the White House!

Call for help! Get them to send troops!

"I'd send nuclear bombs if it could stop that thing!"

Still want to explode?

Are you crazy?

Upon hearing this, the Foreign Minister swallowed hard.

However, he also knew that at this moment, they had no choice but to ask for help, and could only shakily raise the satellite phone in their hands.

The call was connected very quickly.

The loudspeaker blared the signature, somewhat arrogant tone of the American diplomat.

"This is the White House."

Newly appointed Tanaka, upon hearing this commotion, immediately reacted as if he had seen his own father, snatching the phone and his voice trembling with tears:

"Help! Help! The monster has woken up!"

We need backup! We need the Seventh Fleet! We need superheroes!

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, the sound of turning over papers could be heard.

"Sir, please remain calm."

The other person's voice sounded completely flat, even carrying a hint of businesslike indifference.

"We deeply sympathize with your country's plight. His Excellency the President has already offered his prayers on Twitter."

Twitter?

pray?

Go to hell!

Do we need prayer?

Prime Minister Tanaka almost spat out a mouthful of blood:

What we need is an army!

It's fire support! Not a Twitter prayer!

"terribly sorry."

The other party's tone remained indifferent.

"Now, the countries experiencing disasters are no longer just your cherry blossoms."

Our experts assess that intervening in the current biohazard outbreak in Busan, South Korea, carries excessive risk.

"Too risky?"

What kind of ridiculous reason is that?

Tanaka was stunned.

"You...you mean...you're just going to abandon us?"

"No, no, no, we didn't ignore it."

The other party corrected,

"We have deployed the most advanced Global Hawk drones and reconnaissance satellites to conduct comprehensive observation of that behemoth."

"observe?"

"Yes.

The evolutionary data of this unknown organism is extremely valuable and of great significance to biological research for all humankind.

We will observe its activities in your country and find its weaknesses as soon as possible.

We will find the most direct and reliable way to eliminate it!

"you……"

Baka! By the time you find a solution like this, the entire cherry blossom country, the entire island nation, will probably be gone, right?

Tanaka trembled all over.

"Are you using us as guinea pigs? Are you using the lives of the citizens of Japan as guinea pigs?"

"Sir, please watch your words. This is for the sake of all mankind."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Before Tanaka could speak, the call ended.

The dial tone came through the receiver. Tanaka stood there dumbfounded, holding the microphone, completely stunned, and slumped into his chair.

For all of humanity?

What a wonderful idea, "for all of humanity!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Conference room in the United States.

The diplomat who hung up the phone shrugged and looked at an elderly man with white hair sitting at the head of the table.

"Sir, it's declined."

The white-haired old man nodded in satisfaction, his gaze fixed intently on the grotesque figure of the giant beast on the big screen, before glancing at the horrific scene of the Busan zombies displayed on the adjacent split screen.

"Well done."

The old man spoke calmly.

"We can no longer act rashly; we have already withstood any losses."

"Look at those idiots in South Korea, they can't even defend a port."

The virus spreads too fast. If we rashly send a ship to Japan to evacuate our citizens, who can guarantee that there are no infected people on board?

Who can guarantee that the monster doesn't carry even more deadly pathogens?

The surrounding generals nodded in agreement.

"That's right, a lockdown is the wisest choice."

"Japan with cherry blossoms and Japan with kimchi are now like two giant petri dishes."

A bespectacled scientist pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"One is biochemical mutation, and the other is nuclear energy evolution."

This is an unstoppable disaster, but for us, it is also an opportunity.

"With this data, our American biotechnology can be fifty years ahead of the world!"

"But..." a young staff officer hesitated, "After all, Japan is our ally, and they also have troops stationed there..."

"The sacrifice of soldiers is necessary."

The white-haired old man coldly interrupted him.

"Issued a death order to the garrison: all personnel must defend the camp to the death and activate the highest level of biochemical defense."

Without orders, no one is to step outside the base, nor are any Japanese citizens permitted to approach. Violators will be killed without exception.

"yes!"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Everyone instinctively looked at the moving, flashing red dot on the big screen.

……

Tokyo, the ruins of the nuclear explosion.

Lin Fan, the beast involved, was completely unaware of the intrigues and deceit in the human world.

Of course, even if he knew, he would most likely just roll his eyes and then spray the other person with atomic breath.

At this moment, he walked out of the huge meteorite crater with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

With each step, the earth trembled.

How should I put this feeling?

All I can say is that this is unprecedentedly awesome.

What he once saw as a forest of steel and concrete now appears more fragile than dirt in his eyes.

Moreover, as his perspective changed, his mindset naturally changed as well.

Lin stopped, tilted his head back slightly, and exhaled two streams of hot white breath from his nostrils.

He could feel every cell in his body cheering and jumping for joy; it was the power surging forth after the restructuring.

Although the desire for radiant energy in his mind was temporarily satisfied, a deeper desire was also awakening.

Sinking Island!

He looked around.

He had absorbed most of the radiation from the ruins, just like a bowl that had been emptied of soup—there was no taste left to lick.

So there's nothing to miss.

However, sinking an island is not an easy task.

Even with his size, it would be difficult for him to sink despite constantly jumping and thrashing around on the island.

How about dying again?

Lin Fan's huge, amber-colored vertical pupils turned and looked into the distance.

Although there are no maps or navigation, as long as you walk in one direction, you're sure to encounter a city.

As long as you're within an island nation, it doesn't matter where you go...

But in his current state, dying is a problem!

Suddenly, I noticed those unique, high mountains that are characteristic of island nations…

do not know……

Will I die if I jump in?

"roar--"

Thinking of this, Lin Fan let out a roar.

The two equally large mutated squid beside him immediately understood.

They waved their barbed tentacles, their huge single eye flashing red light, appearing unusually excited.

The boss is taking us to cause a ruckus in the streets!

however,

Little did they know, their leader wasn't leading them to cause a ruckus in the streets, but rather to their deaths.

"Let's go!"

Lin Fan muttered to himself as his huge tail swung behind him, creating a gust of wind.

There was no attempt to conceal it.

There's no need to hide it.

And so, with two keychains on, I swaggered off towards Mount Fuji like an old ox plowing a field...