Poor magical girls, work for me!

The four-meter-tall, heavy body of "Katamari War God" was transformed into a kinetic energy projectile with terrifying yield under the combined effect of gravitational acceleration and jet engine.

Bang! ! !

The lead heavy dump truck couldn't even hold on for half a second; its hard front end was shredded like paper the moment it came into contact with the black gold drill bit.

The massive shockwave materialized into a tangible airflow that rippled outwards in a ring, instantly tearing apart and sending the three trucks following behind flying like toys!

Flames shot into the sky, and highly toxic waste liquid mixed with burning diesel fuel splashed everywhere, leaving a charred crater more than ten meters in diameter in the place.

Amidst the thick smoke and sea of ​​fire, there were no human cries of agony. The moment they came into contact, they were crushed into mincemeat by that terrifying mass.

It's just flesh wrapped in iron.

In the center of the deep pit, "Kabuto the God of War" stood silently.

Its rapidly trembling metallic wings slowly retracted, once again being covered by its thick carapace. Its scarlet compound eyes gradually dimmed, turning into dark red embers that flickered uncertainly in the darkness.

The air was filled with the sweet, pungent smell of death, a mixture of the intense fear of the human being before their demise and the nauseating stench of chemical waste.

But for the "Katamari War God" at this moment, it was an unparalleled delicacy. Fear, despair, and the remnants of industrial civilization were the best nourishment for its resentment.

Click...click click...

Its powerful, hydraulic-like claws reached out and ripped open a piece of still-burning truck sheeting. Below lay a mangled mess of flesh and blood, a mixture of mud, chemical waste, and human remains.

"Kudou Wushen" lowered his head, and his steel jaws, which resembled a guillotine, slowly opened.

puff!

It bit into it and swallowed it whole.

Accompanied by the sound of metal being chewed, twisted steel bars, shattered windshields, fragments of internal organs, and highly toxic waste were all swallowed.

……

Meanwhile, on the distant jungle hillside.

This is a cleanup team belonging to the "Countermeasures Bureau".

"Report to the captain, the target has been confirmed as the vengeful wild god codenamed 'Kabuto Mushin,' with a spiritual energy fluctuation level of: near level 4."

A team member wearing tactical goggles looks at the instruments in his hand.

Let's begin the report.

"High concentrations of chemical toxins were detected at the scene, as well as... vital signs of two to three survivors."

At the end of the line, a young team member who looked like he had just joined the team heard the word "survivor" and his body jolted.

He looked in the direction of the searchlight and saw a truck that had braked to a stop at the edge of a deep pit in the distance. The surviving driver was fleeing for his life like a madman.

"Captain! Someone's still alive!"

A hint of anxiety appeared on the young team member's face. He gripped his weapon tightly and instinctively prepared to rush down the hillside.

"There's a survivor! He's too close to that monster! We must suppress him with fire immediately and rescue him!"

However, he had only taken one step.

A rough, large hand pressed down hard on his shoulder, so hard that he couldn't move at all.

"Stop, newbie."

The speaker was a middle-aged captain with a full beard. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his dead fish eyes, hidden under dark circles, stared straight at the young man.

"Who gave you permission to move? Who gave you permission to save people?"

"But...but he's still alive!"

The young team members looked at their captain in disbelief.

"Hey! You need to use polite language when speaking to your seniors!"

The other team members kicked the younger team member in the butt!

The middle-aged captain pressed down harder on his shoulder.

The immense force caused the young player to kneel down uncontrollably.

Even so, the young players were still unconvinced!

"Captain! Isn't our duty to protect the citizens?!"

The young player steadied himself, and his youthful passion spurred him to fight back.

"Protect the citizens?"

The middle-aged captain seemed to have heard a joke. He didn't make another move, but just chuckled and glanced back at the other team members. Everyone burst into laughter, looking at the passionate young man as if they were seeing their younger selves from a long time ago.

"10 yen a month? What are you doing risking your life? Put away your pathetic and cheap enthusiasm. We're already struggling to survive."

The captain finally lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.

"And open your eyes and look closely, are they ordinary citizens?"

The captain pointed with his finger, which was holding a cigarette, at the pile of still-burning waste.

"That was a garbage truck illegally dumping highly toxic chemical waste. This area is upstream of a water source protection zone, and these people dumped several tons of highly toxic substances here in the middle of the night to save on disposal fees."

The young player struggled for a moment.

"But that doesn't mean their lives are at our mercy. We must save them; it's our duty as the Countermeasures Bureau!"

When the word "duty" came out, all the team members couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at!"

"It seems we need to give this new team member a few lessons. The first lesson is to let him know exactly what our responsibilities are, and tell him about Naiyun."

"Our duty! Our duty is to conduct observation reports on the region."

He released his hand from his shoulder.

"I don't want to cause trouble. Battles have been constantly surrounding us, and we have to write battle reports, which is not our responsibility. Whether the battle is successful or not, we will be held accountable, not only for this month's bonus, but even for the whole year's bonus. Let me tell you why."

"Whether or not we can save anyone, we must carry out a complete detoxification process. This cost will have to be borne by you. With your monthly salary, you simply cannot afford the cost of detoxification."

If any survivors are found, they will need to undergo a psychological evaluation, and an additional 300-page action report will need to be completed.

The captain exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes indifferent as he looked down at the survivors who were frantically fleeing.

"What's more troublesome is that if he lives, the 'illegal dumping' scandal in this area will be exposed. The bigwigs will be very unhappy, the media will swarm around like flies, and we will most likely pay the price for actions that are not even within our purview."

"You can choose to rescue them, but you must do it in your own name. Afterwards, all expenses and actions will be unrelated to us. This is your chance; after all, every newcomer gets one opportunity. If it were someone else, they would have been kicked out of the team by now."

After saying this, the middle-aged man looked directly at the passionate young team member.

Realistically speaking, the young player opened his mouth, his face turning pale.

"But...that's a human life..."

"Here, he is not a human life, and saving them is not within our scope of responsibility."

The captain interrupted him and then gave orders into the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all personnel, implement Plan B – 'Area Lockdown'."

"Erect a barrier. As long as the target does not leave the area of ​​this pit, no firing is allowed. The regional report has been submitted, and everyone knows what to do."

"But Captain! That survivor..."

"If you don't do it, you won't make a mistake."

The captain flicked his cigarette ash, casually stood up, and began to take action.

"Consider it their atonement for damaging the environment. Tomorrow's newspapers will only say: 'Gas leak in the mountains caused an explosion; if we have to assign blame, it should be the civilian rescue team.'"

The young team member turned around and saw that the survivor had been cut in half at the waist by the metal limbs of "Kabuto God".

Dead beyond dead...