A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

Michiyo was startled, patted her cheeks, and tried to make her voice sound normal.

"Hello? Good evening, Ms. Jing!"

"Ah, Urushihara-kun, did I disturb your rest?"

The somewhat tired voice of Hiratsuka Shizuka came from the other end of the phone.

"Have you exported the video footage yet? I'm in a bit of a rush and want to start editing tonight."

"That one..."

Michiyo glanced at the video file playing on the computer screen—a video powerful enough to shake the world—her finger lightly resting on the mouse, her tone filled with regret and apology.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Jing. I just tried to import it, and it seems that all the files are corrupted."

"Is it damaged?"

"Yeah. I don't know if it's because of a problem with the magnetic field there, or if the camera is broken. When I turn it on, it's just a black screen, I can't see anything. I'm so sad, I filmed so many fun things."

This acting is so good, it would be a waste not to give it an Oscar.

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

Then came Hiratsuka Shizuka's extremely irritable and frantic voice.

"Aaaaaah! I knew it! This is unbelievable!"

"Again?" Michiyo paused, "Teacher, could it be that the others are also...?"

"That's right! The entire army was wiped out!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed.

"It's not just you. I just asked Ye Shan and a few other guys who brought cameras, and all their photos and videos were gone when they came back! Some turned into static, and some were just black screens! Even the group photo that the dorm supervisor took is now a blurry mosaic!"

"What kind of crazy luck is this?! Is that resort cursed?!"

Michiyo feigned surprise, but inwardly she was overjoyed.

really!

That man really did it!

Everyone else's equipment was destroyed, but the one she had was intact!

This is not an oversight; it's blatant favoritism!

Hiratsuka Shizuka complained

"Looks like this summary report will have to be cobbled together with a handwritten note and a few blurry photos from my phone. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it since it's broken. Get some rest, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, goodbye teacher! You should get some rest too!"

After hanging up the phone, Michiyo threw her phone onto the bed and jumped up excitedly.

"Yay! I'm so happy!"

She looked at the familiar figure on the screen, her eyes filled with an intense love.

"Qianyu-kun... since you've gone to such lengths, how could I possibly let you down?"

She clenched her fist and made a momentous decision.

"I'll confront you first thing tomorrow morning! This time, don't even think about using any excuse to get rid of me! I'm the woman who knows your biggest secret!"

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Qianyu, who was about to go to sleep, suddenly shivered, feeling as if she were being watched by something strange.

"Strange...could it be a cold?"

Chapter 151 Zoga: Hi, I'm here!

South Pacific Ocean, international waters.

The sky was so gloomy it seemed about to collapse, and the thick, dark clouds, like a moldy rag, tightly covered the black island that had just emerged from the abyss.

Ruins of R'lyeh.

"Damn it... This is really damn it! The air quality here is even worse than the Shinjuku subway during rush hour."

As Ryo Uchiyamada trudged along the slippery black rocks, he mentally cursed the ancestors of the research team that discovered the island.

As a seasoned Japanese archaeologist, his original plan was to comfortably lie on the sofa at his home in Tokyo, enjoying the air conditioning, drinking ice-cold beer, and rewatching the classic Ultraman Tiga movie.

That was his annual, unwavering routine during his vacations.

The result was good.

This damn island blew up his three-day annual leave.

After receiving the call, he was shoved into a helicopter and dumped in this godforsaken place like an airdropped supply package.

"Why did it have to be when I'm on vacation?!"

Ryo Uchiyamada angrily kicked a piece of gravel at his feet.

Because it is located outside the continental shelf and in the high seas, this island is like a huge, unclaimed cake, attracting the covetous eyes of wolves from all over the world.

The United States, Russia, and even the EU, those usually aloof guys, all pounced on us like sharks smelling blood.

Whoever can dig up something on this island that will shock the world will be the next academic superstar!

So, in order to get ahead of other countries, Japan is going all out.

Not only did they send their top archaeological team, but they also sent a team of fully armed security personnel to accompany them.

This security team, though called a security force, was actually more like a special operations unit.

Thirty burly men, fully armed and with ample firepower, looked more like they were there to rob a bank than to dig up cultural relics.

"Uchiyamada-kun, why do you look so pale?"

The voice of his colleague walking beside him pulled him back from his reverie.

He was a young researcher wearing thick-rimmed glasses. What was his last name... I think it was Tanaka? Or Yamamoto?

Never mind, it's not important anyway, there's no point in remembering the name.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little...uncomfortable."

Ryo Uchiyamada rubbed his temples, trying to suppress the lingering sense of unease in his mind.

This group of people were both skilled and daring. Relying on the tools they had, they didn't even finish the basic environmental survey before plunging headfirst into the deepest underground passage on the island.

I have to admit, this place is indeed strangely fascinating.

Traces of manual excavation can be seen everywhere.

On both sides of the huge passageway, the stone walls are carved with obscure hieroglyphs and strange patterns.

The young colleagues around him were all so excited that their faces turned red, and they were snapping photos like crazy.

In their eyes, this was not some eerie ruin, but a golden road leading to the Nobel Prize and history textbooks.

Each of them was obsessed with top-tier journals, international academic awards, and becoming national heroes in the Japanese archaeological community.

Only at Uchiyamada Ryo did the unease intensify the further he went.

"strangeness……"

This feeling... is so familiar.

It wasn't just a sense of familiarity, but a feeling of déjà vu.

"Have I been here before?"

Ryo Uchiyamada muttered to himself.

However, this island has been sleeping on the seabed for far too long. How could a human in his fifties have ever been here?

But this inexplicable sense of familiarity made him quite uneasy.

"Dr. Uchiyamada, stop daydreaming and come here quickly! We've made a major discovery!"

The shouts from ahead interrupted his thoughts.

"They're here..."

Ryo Uchiyamada stumbled slightly, but quickly caught up with the group.

After walking down a long downhill road, the space in front of you suddenly opens up.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, staring blankly ahead.

Blocking their way was a huge stone gate.

"This is...this is the core area?"

A young archaeologist was so excited that he trembled and wanted to rush up and touch the door.

However, the moment Uchiyamada Ryo saw the door, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

An extremely violent and insane impulse surged from the depths of his heart without warning, as if a voice was roaring in his ear:

'Destroy it! Destroy it!'

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Uchiyamada Ryo's back.

He bit his tongue hard, trying to suppress this inexplicable evil thought with the pain.

"This door must not be opened!"

Ryo Uchiyamada opened his mouth, about to shout out those words.

"Hurry up! Demolition team, get ready!"

The captain's voice rang out first.

"what?!"

Uchiyama Ryo was horrified to see that the disguised soldiers had skillfully taken out yellow C4 explosive blocks from their backpacks and quickly stuck them on several key stress points of the gate, like applying plasters.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Stop!"

Terrified, he rushed forward and grabbed the arm of the soldier who was connecting the detonator.