Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

In the broadcasting room, Prime Minister Koiso gripped the microphone, his knuckles white. Before him lay a hastily written draft, the handwriting crooked and illegible, several words blurred by sweat and tears. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, producing a clicking sound that traveled through the microphone into the monitoring headset in the control room.

“Mr. Jiang…” His voice came through the remaining internal wiring from the broadcasting room downstairs, trembling with sobs, “The broadcast is connected. The whole world… the whole world is listening.”

Jiang Zhen didn't move. He sat in the leather chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, once, twice. The dim red light from the fire outside the window reflected on his face, revealing no expression.

He didn't rush him. Time ticked by, second by second.

"Time is running out."

Jiang Zhen kindly reminded Xiaoji.

Koiso swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva. Her hands gripped the confession tightly, her knuckles white, the edges of the paper crumpled in her palms, and she spoke tremblingly.

"I...I am the Prime Minister of Japan, Koiso..."

Chapter 101

Prime Minister Koichi's voice blared through the loudspeaker, echoing through the deathly silent streets of Tokyo. The Tokyo residents, hiding behind broken walls and huddled among the rubble, instinctively looked up in the direction of the Metropolitan Government Building.

The static from the radio hummed, making every breath seem muffled.

At the same time, this electrical signal traveled along radio waves, penetrating the dust cloud over Tokyo and spreading throughout the entire Japanese archipelago, even crossing the ocean to reach China, the United States, Western Europe, and other parts of the world.

"Here... on behalf of the East... on behalf of the Japanese government, I confess our crimes to the Dragon Kingdom and to all mankind."

Koiso's voice trembled involuntarily, gradually sinking into utter despair. He closed his eyes.

"We admit that the invasion we launched was an illegal plunder. We admit that we are robbers disguised in the guise of civilization."

Every word uttered felt like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of the Japanese people.

Those citizens and soldiers, raised on communism, once firmly believed they bore the mission of creating a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere. Now, they listen to that voice, once revered as the embodiment of the nation, tearing their country's history into a heap of mud and blood on the radio, word by word.

"Is...is this real?"

"Has the Prime Minister gone mad? What is he saying?!"

In the ruins, a soldier who had lost both legs leaned against a telephone pole, listening to the radio and furiously cursing that this was impossible and that they were the righteous ones.

After Prime Minister Koiso finished his confession...

Japan has changed.

This change was not due to the ruins caused by the earthquake, but because of that "confession." It tore the illusion of "holy war" built up by generations of Japanese to shreds.

Jiang Zhen raised his hand.

"Let's begin."

On the square below the capital city hall, people had already been brought in—some were war criminals escorted from various places by the main force of the canal gang, and the other part were people brought in by the Japanese themselves.

They knelt densely in the dilapidated square.

Master Feng strode forward, carrying the long list in his hand. He cleared his throat; his voice was so loud he didn't need a megaphone.

"Former Lieutenant Colonel Morita! Former Second Lieutenant Tanaka! Veteran Kimura! Get out!"

The men from the canal gang rushed into the crowd like wolves and tigers, dragging out the few beasts whose names had been called. They stumbled and staggered, some trembling so badly they couldn't even support their knees, and were dragged directly to the center of the square.

“Jiang Zhen…you have already won.” An elderly man with gray hair raised his head. He was a lieutenant general in the army back then, and his eyes were now cloudy. “You destroyed our capital and humiliated our government. Isn’t that enough?”

Jiang Zhen looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Mr. Jiang! Sir Jiang!" The lieutenant colonel named Morita knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his forehead slamming against the floor tiles with a loud thud. "I was just following orders! I was just a junior officer back then—please, for the sake of my family—"

"Execute orders?" Master Feng slapped him on the spot. "When you were invading, did you think about whether the people there had any choice? Did you think about whether they had any families?"

"Pah! Still trying to deny it? You really think this list is just something we made up? We know exactly what you've done. Do I have to read it all out for you?!"

"I...I..." Morita stammered, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision.

"Fifth Master, stop wasting your breath on him and pay the bill," Jiang Zhen called out from the side.

Master Feng chuckled coldly, "Alright, get ready...fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots rang out, crisp and clean. Before the smoke from the gun barrels had even cleared, three bodies had already fallen to the ground in the ruins, their blood quickly seeping into the grayish-white dust.

The radio broadcast remained on. Every gunshot was transmitted via the airwaves, reaching the ears of every listener around the world in real time.

Koiso continued reading, her voice growing softer and more fragmented. With each passage she read, several war criminals were dragged from the crowd in the square, their confessions and executions alternating.

More and more war criminals were brought up to the square. Some of them had gray hair, while others were still in their prime.

"Don't kill me! I'm just in charge of logistics! I haven't fired a shot myself!" an official screamed in despair.

"You handed the executioner a knife; your crime is no less serious than his."

The men from the canal gang worked in pairs, comparing photos and lists one by one. Anyone whose name was called was pinned to the rubble with a gun pressed against the back of their head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunshots echoed one after another through the deathly silent streets of Tokyo. Occasionally, crows in the distance would be startled into flight, circling a few times in the gray-yellow sky before landing back down amidst the ruins.

……

Koiso's reading has reached the final and most crucial part—about the locust chamber.

“We…we acknowledge that the Supreme Commander is not a god; he…they were involved in all decisions and should bear the ultimate responsibility for the dead…”

Upon reading this, Koiso felt completely drained and collapsed to the ground, the manuscript slipping from her hands and gently floating on the floor tiles.

This statement completely shattered the last line of defense of the Japanese. In their minds, the Heavenly Locust was inviolable, a god whose lineage was unbroken for eternity.

Jiang Zhen looked coldly toward the Imperial Palace.

Those centuries-old wooden palaces, those red walls and green tiles symbolizing supreme power, and the Heavenly Locust Palace, which was known as the "abode of the gods," had long since collapsed in that great earthquake, turning into a flat ruin.

"Lord...Lord Locust..."

"Can't even God save us?"

In the ruins, countless people knelt on the ground.

Zhao Yuanxi, beaming with joy, was suppressing a group of so-called locusts on the other side.

Instead of using guns, they had people raise large knives, and when the knives fell, heads rolled to the ground.

At this moment, Prime Minister Koiso was completely broken. He knelt on the ground, looking at his colleagues being executed not far away, then turned to look in the direction of the locust corpses, his lips trembling violently.

"Jiang Zhen...you've killed so many people...aren't you afraid...?"

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Zhen interrupted him, his voice flat. "Afraid of your ghosts and gods?"

He walked up to Koiso and looked down at the old man who had completely broken down.

"You used to run rampant on our land. Now I'm returning it to you as it was—and you can't stand it?"

Koiso fell silent.

The entire East was plunged into a deathly silence, a silence more terrifying than the previous earthquake. Cities were destroyed, armies were defeated, governments confessed their sins, and even their gods were gone.

"where are we going?"

"Will the nation... still exist?"

These high-ranking officials, who were once unapproachable, are now kneeling in the mud, kowtowing and confessing their sins, before a bullet ends their wicked lives.

The executions continued late into the night. The torchlight flickered in the square, illuminating the devastation on the ground.

Jiang Zhen looked at the names on the list, most of which had been crossed out, and closed the document.

"Boss, the rest are too scattered, it will take some time to catch them. The bodies of those who were already dead have been dug up," Fifth Master Feng reported as he came over.

"No rush." ​​Jiang Zhen looked into the distance. "Those people on the list who are still alive will suffer more tonight than if they were dead."

Chapter 102 World Destroyer

Shinjuku in Tokyo, once a neon-lit center of power, has now become a vast graveyard covered in blood and ashes.

The liquidation operation lasted for seven days.

Over the course of seven days, the once bustling international metropolis transformed into the quietest giant graveyard on Earth. Jiang Zhen did not order a traffic blockade, but no one dared to enter the city, and no one could escape.

Tokyo has come to a complete standstill.

In front of the Shinjuku Metropolitan Government Building Plaza, several huge holes have been dug out of the originally flat ground.

Those officers who once swaggered across the land of China, and those veterans who went into hiding after their discharge, trying to escape pursuit with ordinary identities, are now piled together in all sorts of distorted forms.

Military uniforms and kimonos were mixed together, medals and swords were scattered in the mud. A nauseating smell permeated the air—the acrid smell of gunpowder, the rusty smell of blood, and the putrid odor that began to spread after days of exposure to the sun, all mixed together, weighing heavily on the ruins.

"Boss, the list is complete."

Master Feng strode up the broken steps of the capital building. His once clean black jacket was now stained dark purple with blood, and he clutched a roll of yellowed official documents in his hand.

On the official document, each name was roughly crossed out with a red ink mark.

Feng Wuye's voice had become hoarse from days of shouting, but the excitement in his eyes burned brighter and brighter. "From generals to former sergeants, apart from those who committed suicide and those who died before, the rest are all here."

"What about the resistance from those remaining forces in the East?" Jiang Zhen asked casually, taking a sip of his drink.

"Resist?" Master Feng scoffed. "Boss, the rest are spineless cowards. They shout slogans loudly, but when they see our brothers coming over, they can't even hold their guns steady."

"Then light it."

At this command, the porters poured barrels of gasoline onto the mountain of corpses. The instant flames erupted, billowing black smoke, accompanied by a pungent, acrid smell, shot into the sky like a giant black pillar. The smoke, carried by the westerly wind, swept across Tokyo and drifted towards the vast Pacific Ocean.

The black smoke from Tokyo not only darkened the skies of the Orient, but also sent a chill down the spines of the Western world across the ocean.

High-altitude reconnaissance planes circled day and night, and the cameras on the offshore observation ships never stopped rolling. Jiang Zhen's actions over the past seven days were transmitted frame by frame back to the desks of world leaders.

Jili Country, No. 10.

The Prime Minister stared at the reconnaissance photograph that had just been delivered from the photo lab on the table. His pipe slipped from his fingers, tapped twice on the carpet, and ash scattered everywhere. In the photograph, the ruins of Tokyo stretched endlessly, and at the edge of a massive mass grave stood a man in black with his hands behind his back.

"This couldn't be done by a human being," the Prime Minister muttered to himself. "A man, in less than a month, destroyed the very heart of a modern nation..."

"This is a blatant insult to civilized society!" a member of parliament roared, slamming his fist on the table. His voice was so loud it was almost tearing his hair out, but the hand on the table was trembling uncontrollably.

“He skipped all legal procedures! He skipped the conventions! He executed a nation’s leadership like slaughtering livestock—what is the point of the international order we have built if such behavior is tolerated!”

Outside the headquarters of the United Nations organization.