Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

The flow of time seemed to shift, and the handsome old man strolled leisurely toward the pale girl. No one could keep up with his pace; at that moment, the world seemed to slow down to a snail's pace, so slow it was almost laughable.

Word of Power: Time Zero.

Genji had once possessed a trial card of this Word of Power and was acutely aware of its terrifying power. Angers was, after all, old, and his close combat was no match for Genji.

If it were a fair and square duel, even if Genji was seriously injured, she could easily crush this old man. But unfortunately, this old man possessed the ability to control time.

Time seemed to be a toy in his hands; even the fastest attacks became laughable slow motions, and he simply dodged casually, thus avoiding Genji's fatal strike.

Even with Orochi in its current form, Angers couldn't kill Genji no Mikoto despite using every means at his disposal. The legendary folding knife could barely break through her scales, but that was all.

Unless it's a fatal blow, even the most severe injuries can be healed instantly, and Genji only needs to attack Angers once to send this old man to his death on the spot.

Perhaps aware of the disparity in strength between the two sides, the headmaster did not easily resort to his ultimate move; he was simply stalling until Genji could no longer hold on.

No human can kill Genji when he uses Orochi, but the price to pay for this ultimate incantation is also considerable. If Genji were at his peak, Angers would simply give up appearing, but the timing is just too perfect.

After understanding Genji's strength, Angers realized that this might be his only chance to completely control the Japanese branch.

It was indeed somewhat opportunistic, but looking at the girl's figure emerging from the flames, Hilbert Jean Angers knew that he was no match for her.

No other mixed-race person in the world could stand shoulder to shoulder with her; more than a human, she resembled that white monarch.

But this world no longer needs monarchs.

His eyes blazed with a golden light, and the rose on his chest bloomed in full glory. This handsome old man was now as hard as steel, gripping his folding knife tightly as if it were a faith.

A surge of sharp blade light rushed towards her, and Yuan Zhinv could feel the cold killing intent emanating from the old man.

Her mind grew increasingly foggy, and her hand holding the knife grew heavier and heavier. She knew there was no way to change the outcome, but she still refused to give up. She was the kind of person who was stubborn to the death, so when Sakurai Kogure called her an idiot, she never refuted it.

But how can I give up? How can I give up a life that has been controlled from the very beginning, and an ending whose end I can see at a glance?

That small town where the roads become difficult to walk on rainy days, Genjiro's childish yet determined dream of leaving the town, Erii who longed for companionship, Sakurai Kogure who always stood behind her, and those foolish yakuza who firmly believed in the Snake Clan.

If she gave up, all of this would be given up, so how could she give up?

There will always be people who have to live their lives like this, carrying everything on their shoulders and moving forward until they really can't walk anymore.

With her long sword knocked away, Genji finally collapsed, unable to hold on any longer. Her eyes, now completely black, gazed at the dim sky and the countless falling raindrops. Her body felt as light as a bird, as if her soul was overflowing, and she seemed to feel a sense of relief.

She could vaguely hear the voices of Genjiro and Sakurai Kogure, as if they were calling her name, but at that moment those voices were like those behind a layer of fog, hazy and indistinct.

The only sounds in the world were the wind and rain. It was as if she had returned to that dry well, and this time it would be true death.

Is this how it ends?

Is all this effort over the years just coming to an end?

A sudden surge of intense resentment welled up within Yuan Zhinv. A voice inside her asked, "Are you resigned to this? Are you resigned to this? How could you possibly be resigned to this?!"

That was her own voice.

Something seemed to be trying to break free from her mind, to burst through all the barriers, to destroy everything, including herself and the world!

Yuan Zhinü felt a splitting headache, and the golden eyes that had been extinguished reignited. She slowly opened her mouth, but just as she was about to utter those unfamiliar words and command the world to destroy everything...

A hand grabbed her; it was a mottled hand with bulging veins.

A dark figure leaped from afar, his trench coat fluttering like a battle flag in the wind. He caught the falling body of the girl with one hand and grasped the falling longsword with the other.

The moment he gripped the cherry-red longsword, brilliant patterns once again appeared on its blade, a crimson light extended, and a bloody stench wafted out.

He swung his knife heavily, the sharp blade forcing Angers back. He carefully picked up the heavily injured girl from his arms, and the dark figure turned to stare coldly at Angers.

"You old bastard, what kind of skill is it to bully an injured child?!"

Uesugi Koshi, the ramen chef, arrived at the last minute, exuding the aura of a yakuza supreme.

He took off his ramen chef's uniform, removed his ridiculous headscarf, and put on a long, dark overcoat. His travel bag was filled with Japanese swords.

He wasn't particularly burly, but at this moment he looked like an emperor sitting on a high throne, looking down at his kneeling subjects, his eyes calm as still water, but with a fierce and ruthless power hidden within.

For a time, even Angers was overwhelmed by his authority, after all, Angers was only the leader of the Secret Party, while Uesugi Koshi was once the shadow emperor of Japan.

That kind of awe-inspiring presence, once cultivated, will never be forgotten, regardless of whether he has neglected the art of making ramen for decades.

“Uesugi Kotsu.” Angers steadied himself, his expression complex. “It’s been decades since we last met. I never imagined we’d meet again at a time like this.”

"Yeah, after all, I never thought you could be so shameless. You old beast, have you been alive all these years? Aren't you ashamed to bully a child?"

He paused, his eyes gleaming with a metallic light, and said, slowly and deliberately:

"Or do you think my child has no one to back him up?"

Chapter 58 You've probably really been fooled.

The pitch-black night was like an endless storm. Not far away, the Genji Heavy Industries were still burning. Under the blazing fire, everyone only saw that dark figure suddenly appear and turn the tide with a single strike.

Yuan Zhinv stared blankly at the guy who had suddenly appeared, her vision blurring as she could only make out the old man's solemn face.

"Didn't you go to France?" she murmured.

Uesugi Kotsuki then realized that he wasn't there to display his kingly demeanor; he had come here on important business. So he quickly picked up Genjiro and carried her in his arms, saying, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"I almost made a mistake again. It's my fault, child, I'm so sorry..."

At the same time, he yelled at Sakurai Kogure, "Where's the doctor? Get the doctor here!"

The tall girl looked so small in my arms. She was covered in blood and wounds, and her face was as white as a handful of fresh snow, as if she would melt away at any moment.

In her final moments before losing consciousness, all Yuan Zhinv heard was the man repeatedly saying sorry, his voice hoarse and filled with guilt, but she was too exhausted to say another word.

In the pouring rain, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

Uesugi Kotsushi's aged heart, which had been dormant for decades, suddenly began to pound violently. Something gripped his heart tightly, and for a moment, even breathing became difficult.

"child!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Uesugi Kotsushi carried the pale girl and ran wildly through the rain. His expression was one of panic, as if he were about to lose his most precious treasure.

“A young girl…”

As the old man's figure gradually disappeared, Genji tried with difficulty to catch up, but was stopped by Sakurai Kogure.

The alluring girl's face was as cold as ice, and she only said one word to him: "Get lost."

Genjiro seemed to have been struck by a giant hammer, and he froze on the spot.

He stared blankly as all the demons of the Fierce Demon Clan hurriedly left behind Sakurai Kogure, everyone looking worried. And this battle, which should have been tense and fierce, ended quietly.

The family executives who had escaped the calamity also looked bewildered. Amidst the raging wind and rain, someone walked up to Genjiro.

When Yuan Zhisheng turned around, he saw Angers, whose face was expressionless.

The handsome man put away his folding knife, and he seemed to have transformed back into the elegant educator, watching the departing figures with gentlemanly grace.

"Principal, was I wrong?"

Staring blankly at the darkness before him, letting the rain lash his face and body, Yuan Zhisheng doubted himself for the first time in his life.

"So many years have passed, and you still haven't figured it out, Zhisheng?"

The old man looked at his bewildered student with a hint of disappointment: "Do you remember the question you asked me back then? You asked me how much a person could pay for justice."

"The justice you believe in is justice that transcends the individual, absolute justice. Benedict said that 'righteousness' is the highest principle of the Japanese. For the sake of righteousness, one can betray, kill, and deceive."

“As long as a person is in accordance with righteousness, no one in the world can deny him. But unfortunately, as your teacher, I do not approve of your righteousness.”

"There is no justice in this world that is above the individual. For some people, revenge is justice, while for others, protection is justice. If your sister's happiness is the most important thing in your heart, then she is your justice."

“You feel you have paid the price for justice, and you feel pain because the justice you follow is not what you truly want in your heart. You follow the ‘righteousness’ that others have taught you, not your own heart.”

"How long can a person live, and how much can they possess? We all live for ourselves. So-called absolute justice is just a term people use to embellish hatred and desire. If you really believe in such a thing, then you are really too naive."

Lightning pierced the clouds, illuminating the two people's faces ashen white. A few seconds later, thunder roared down like the drums of war at the end of the world.

Looking at the boy in front of her, lost in thought, Ang couldn't help but think of that pale girl.

They look so alike, yet their personalities are worlds apart.

While her brother was still innocent and naive, her sister had already taken on all the responsibilities on her own.

She was so cold and sharp, but deep down she was just as stubborn. Once she set her mind on something, she would do it. Even if she was covered in wounds, she would never bow her head and ask for help. Even if she hit a wall, she would break through it and keep going.

Faced with this stubborn, inflexible child, looking at that obstinate face, you feel both angry and helpless, yet you can't help but feel a pang of heartache.

In the pitch-black night, Angers sighed deeply, reached out and gently patted Genjiro's shoulder, handing him a stack of documents.

"Look, these are all the secrets that Zhi Nu has found out over the years. You've probably really been fooled."

Yuan Zhisheng opened the document with trembling hands, his face gradually turning ashen.

The rain gradually stopped, the firelight gradually faded, and a faint pale light appeared on the horizon.

Looking at the brightening sky, Genji suddenly remembered a morning many years ago.

He was very young then. He heard that shooting stars would appear on the mountaintop. Children in the village always believed in some superstitious beliefs. It was said that if you made a wish upon a shooting star, your wish would come true.

Genjiro wanted to take Genjiro to see shooting stars, but the girl was unwilling, feeling that these were all unreal things.

From a young age, Yuan Zhinü was different from other children. She didn't like to talk and always stayed by herself in silence, as if she had many secrets in her heart.

But under Genjiro's expectant gaze, she ultimately did not utter a word of refusal.

They prepared for a long time, climbing the high mountain before dawn, but they waited and waited, from dusk till dawn, until a fine drizzle began to fall, but they still didn't see a shooting star.

Finally, they huddled in a dilapidated house on the mountaintop, listening to the pattering rain outside, and ate rice balls from their bento boxes together.

At that time, Genji asked Genji a question: what did Genji want to do in the future?

The girl thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. Yuan Zhisheng then said that he wanted to be a policeman in the future. He firmly believed that he could leave this small town. As a policeman, he could punish evil and promote good, uphold justice, and maybe even find their parents whom they had never met.

The girl who heard him just stared at him in silence, and after a long while, she suddenly asked, "What is good? What is evil? What is justice?"

Without hesitation, Yuan Zhisheng replied, "Good is good, and evil is evil. I will uphold justice; I am a friend of justice."

What did the girl say at that time?

Oh, the girl said then, "But there is never absolute justice in this world."

"If so-called justice is about sacrificing others to achieve one's own goals, then it is not justice; it is selfishness, stupidity, and incurable."

At the time, Genjiro didn't take those words to heart, but now they seemed to travel through time and space, exploding in his ears many years later like a thunderclap.

The thin document felt like a thousand pounds; Yuan Zhisheng's trembling hands could no longer hold this heavy truth. Amidst the fluttering pages, the boy collapsed to his knees in anguish, sobbing uncontrollably.