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

The elderly man, who was over a hundred years old, looked so weathered as he reflected on his absurd life.

Friendship and family ties were foreign to Uesugi Etsushi, but his attachment to his mother had lasted for so many years. However, his mother had been buried in an unclaimed grave on the outskirts of Nanjing and could no longer hear his repentance.

They were all people who were deceived and made mistakes, but Genji was luckier than him because he still had a chance to make amends.

“I can sense that Zhi Nu is a soft-hearted child, so as long as she sees your sincerity, she should forgive you.”

Yuan Zhisheng's dim eyes suddenly lit up. He stared straight at the old man in front of him and subconsciously asked, "Really?"

"Well, don't be too sad. Men should take responsibility for their mistakes and admit them honestly. There's no problem that can't be solved."

Uesugi Kotsu reached out and ruffled the boy's hair, just like Genjiro had fantasized about countless times in his childhood. The boy was stunned and stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

But the old man simply handed him a document.

“These past few days, while I was organizing the Sheqi Eight Families, I discovered some interesting things. Many years ago, Tachibana Masamune acquired a private plastic surgery clinic, which has been hidden in a remote rural area for many years and rarely receives customers.”

"And I received news that someone was going to get plastic surgery again soon. He was a very ordinary and cautious man. It took me a lot of effort to find out about him. He wasn't one of the shadow warriors who were killed, but the real one."

Seeing the boy's blank expression, Uesugi Kotsugu gave a helpless smile: "I was originally planning to meet this doctor in person. He's made a mess of Japan and bullied my child."

"But I think you might need to demand an explanation."

Chapter 61 Your Punishment Has Begun, Doctor

"Chisato, would you like to see him?"

Yuan Zhisheng stared blankly at the kind old man in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. He had received too much information in just a few days, and he was still in a state of confusion.

The collapse of his faith since childhood, the justice he always believed in was just a facade, he was manipulated by others and even hurt his most important family members with his own hands.

Yuan Zhisheng's emotions had been on the verge of collapse for the past few days, with regret and guilt almost overwhelming him.

He never imagined that the person who caused all of this was not actually dead, but was hiding in some corner of the countryside, preparing to make a comeback.

Recalling the moment when Tachibana Masamune was killed by Minamoto no Wakana with a single blow, his pain seemed like a joke. He was like a ridiculous clown, being played around by others from beginning to end.

Overwhelming hatred swept over him, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his voice became hoarse from the intense emotions.

"He's not dead?"

“He realized the danger when the young girl killed the king. At that time, Tachibana Masamune was also a stand-in. This man was very vigilant.”

His fingernails dug into his palms, the pain agitating his emotions. The boy slowly nodded, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth: "Okay, I'll go see him."

"Do you need me to go with you?" Uesugi asked him.

"No need, I will bring him back. It's my duty."

The boy spoke softly, his eyes so resolute, like a samurai gripping his sword, ready to rush into battle at any moment.

Uesugi Kotsu nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. I was just about to go catch up with an old friend."

“Those who take advantage of others’ misfortunes should always be held accountable. If a child is bullied, the father should always seek justice.”

At this moment, the kind old man changed. Although he still had the same face, he seemed to be standing on a mountaintop.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him silently, and the gloom that had been hanging over his heart since the incident suddenly dissipated.

Actually, he really disliked being involved in the underworld. He would much rather sell sunscreen in France than have this boring position as the young master.

But Tachibana Masamune always placed the burden of his family on him, constantly telling him that he was getting old and that the future of the entire Japanese underworld depended on him. Genji was really exhausted.

But now that this old man has appeared, all the heavy burdens seem to have left him. It turns out that those things that suffocated and exhausted him were just shackles imposed on him by Tachibana Masamune, and he ridiculously thought that they were the price that had to be paid for justice.

The old man was not burly, and was even somewhat thin, but just by standing there quietly, he gave people a great sense of security, as if as long as he was still there, he could find a way to save the world even if it were to explode the next second.

You only need to do your own thing, and any trouble you cause will be taken care of for you. You'll have someone to back you up and someone to cover for you. You'll be free and unrestrained.

Yuan Zhisheng had no father since childhood. He had imagined what his father would be like countless times, but he never had a real feeling about it until this old man appeared, and the two words became a concrete reality.

Yuan Zhisheng bowed deeply to the old man, turned and left. At this moment, the somewhat effeminate handsome man's face was as cold as steel. He finally stopped running away and chose to face all the pain head-on.

Because he knew that from this moment on, he would no longer be fighting alone.

The black car drove through the brightly lit Shinjuku district, past the chaotic town, and finally arrived at a rather desolate village on the outskirts of the city.

It seems that no one lives here. The young people have all gone to work in big cities, and only a few equally old people remain in this dilapidated and old village.

The plastic surgery clinic was hidden here. Herzog was a very cautious guy, and no one knew how Uesugi Koshi found this place or what price he paid, but they eventually found the doctor by following the clues.

Wearing a jet-black trench coat, with the Spider Cutter and the Doji Cutter given to him by Tachibana Masamune at his waist, Genji walked step by step down the dilapidated street, as if he had returned to that small town many years ago.

Back then, Tachibana Masamune personally picked him up when he was young and took him away. Now that he has grown up, he has come to see him off on his final journey, now that he is old.

A gentle breeze blew in from somewhere, rustling the leaves in the distance. Yuan Zhisheng finally stopped outside the dilapidated wooden door.

A faint smell of blood could be detected inside the room. Genji gently pushed open the creaking wooden door. The entire room was dark, like another world.

In the darkest part of this world, he saw a man dressed in a white kimono, holding a scalpel and carving on a model, from which a brand-new face could be vaguely seen.

He appears to be designing new facial features for himself.

Hearing the noise, the man turned around and was clearly stunned when he saw Genjiro. A hint of panic flashed across Genjiro's kind face, which Genjiro knew so well.

But he quickly calmed down, and smiled slightly at Yuan Zhisheng, his smile kind and concerned, just like countless times before.

He said to Yuan Zhisheng, "Zhisheng, you're back."

For a fleeting moment, Genji almost felt as if he had returned to the past.

Every time Yuan Zhisheng went out on a mission, no matter how late he returned, this man would wait for him and say this to him.

It seemed as if nothing had changed. The man was still so kind and still cared about him so much. They were the closest father and son.

"Should I call you King General or Father?" Genji looked at the man and said softly, "Dr. Herzog, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

"Actually, I didn't want to do this either..." The man sighed deeply, seemingly filled with extreme regret, but at that moment, he suddenly reached into his pocket.

But before he could take out the pair of clappers, a sharp glint of light flashed, and the next moment, two severed hands rolled to the ground, blood flying like blooming fireworks.

"what!"

The change came too suddenly; Herzog's face contorted instantly, and the pain made him scream wildly, but Genji simply watched it all indifferently.

Genjiro waved his knife lightly, his face expressionless, and with each swing, Herzog suffered another gruesome wound.

This is indeed a fine ancient sword, and it is also the first gift this man gave him. It is the best choice to use it for funeral.

"Over the years, you have been the person I have trusted the most."

“I’ve kept every single one of the principles you’ve taught me in mind. You said that a responsible man should uphold justice, but you’ve never told me that the justice you’re asking me to uphold simply doesn’t exist.”

Slash after slash, the man's body was covered in wounds and blood. He writhed in pain in the pool of blood, his once trusting face now twisted into a monstrous contortion, and his hoarse screams echoed endlessly.

But Yuan Zhisheng just kept swinging his knife. The pale boy's face was expressionless, and blood splattered on him, making him look like a cruel executioner in hell.

“You always tell me that people who make mistakes should be punished and pay the price.”

“You made me make a mistake, and I paid the price and was punished.”

"Now, it's your turn."

Chapter 62 Erii loves her older sister the most.

Amidst frantic screams, Genji raised the knife high in his hand, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the distorted, familiar face.

Finally, he swung his long sword down heavily, and a head rolled off amidst a spray of blood. The terrifying sound abruptly ceased, and the face that Genji had once trusted and loved most was now frozen in a狰狞扭扭 (zhengning niu, meaning ferocious or twisted) expression.

The boy's face was deathly pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, but he still slowly and resolutely picked up the bloody human head from the ground and put it into the wooden box.

The decades-long conspiracy of Dr. Dragon finally came to an end at this moment, but no one applauded for what should have been the most exciting ending of the story. Only the bleak sound of the wind blowing through the streets remained.

Yuan Zhisheng pushed open the courtyard gate and walked out. He was covered in blood and was carrying a dripping wooden box. He looked like a terrifying demon crawling out of hell.

But he looked so tired, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Deceit for over a decade, the collapse of his childhood faith, and the death of a man who was like a father to him – each of these things was too heavy, so heavy that he didn't want to think about anything now, and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

At the end of the long, empty, and dilapidated street, Sakura and Crow Yaksha stood there, looking rather tense and anxious.

But after seeing Yuan Zhisheng's appearance, they said nothing in the end and just followed him silently.

As Genjiro's retainers, they were his most trusted confidants and the people who had been with him day and night, sharing life and death for so many years.

Therefore, they keenly sensed Genji's sadness at this moment, and no one spoke, but simply stayed by his side in silence.

Genji reached out and handed the wooden box to Sakura, saying softly, "Go give it to Sakurai Kogure; she knows what to do with it."

Seeing this, the crow couldn't help but speak up: "Boss, aren't you going to deliver it yourself? Giving gifts in person shows sincerity, and you can also meet the girl while you're at it."

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head wearily: "She doesn't want to see me. I don't want to make her angry anymore."

Crow wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Sakura's stern gaze. The group fell silent again, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive. Only the bleak sounds of wind and rain could be heard along the entire street.

Meanwhile, Genji was having a contest with Erii.

The injuries sustained during this trial are unlike any before, and the recovery is particularly slow. Moreover, ordinary medications are completely ineffective, and Genji is now relying entirely on her own recovery abilities.

Erii, whether out of guilt or because she had finally found a playmate, became exceptionally clingy. She followed Genji wherever she went, and even slept with Genji, like a little tail that she couldn't shake off.

It's really nothing. Erii is clingy but very well-behaved and a very lovable little girl.

However, it's a big problem that she clings to Genji and refuses to go when she needs serum treatment.

Because of artificial breeding, Erii's bloodline, while the strongest, is also the most dangerous. None of the three siblings who came from Black Swan Harbor are whole; they are all incomplete.

Now, Genji has safely improved her bloodline and gotten rid of her disability by relying on a simulator. Genji is safe because his words of power are not dangerous enough due to his disability. Only Erii's problem remains unresolved.

If she were to lose the serum, she would soon become Deadpool.

But these things were obviously impossible to explain to Erii. Uesugi Koshi tried to persuade her for a long time, but the girl always hid behind Genji, with her head down and a stubborn and rebellious look that said "I won't listen to your nonsense".

Erii is the youngest among them, and her upbringing has led to her having a younger mental age. Uesugi Koshi has no idea how to communicate with this kind of girl, and he looks like a helpless father.

For some reason, the old father had a large bruise on his face today, as if he had been in a fight and didn't seem to have gotten the better of it.

However, he didn't seem willing to talk about it much, his mind was all on the girl in front of him.

Genji sighed, pulled Erii out from behind her, and asked her in a soft but serious voice, "Tell me, why doesn't Erii want to go for treatment?"

Erii kept her head down and didn't speak. Genji wasn't in a hurry and just waited quietly. It wasn't until much later that Erii dejectedly handed over the notebook.

There was only one word on the notebook: Pain.