At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

“The first hero is here, so there are only two left. Even in a world where 95% of people are sinners, I believe it wouldn’t be difficult to find three heroes,” Joan of Arc said with a smile.

In the context of the world as a whole, good and evil are interdependent; evil itself is the fertile ground for heroes, so heroes have certainly already been born.

The heroes who were born awaited their chance to rise up and fight back against evil.

When Los Santos retracts his decree of world destruction, that will be the moment when the heroes begin to shine.

Joan of Arc's figure disappeared into the space; she needed to find the remaining two heroes as soon as possible.

As she sensed the entire city of Tokyo, she detected a considerable amount of clear and pure energy.

In places permeated by the aura of sin, the aura of purity is as visible as a beacon.

A battle is taking place in the ruins beneath a towering black stone monument, 1,600 meters high.

Rat-a-tat-tat... Boom! Crack!

The sounds of gunfire, the impact of heavy objects, the roars of animals, the twisting of arthropod joints, the shouts of humans, and the cries of children in pain all mingled together at this moment.

Joan of Arc appeared in mid-air, looking down at the battle below. Most of the adults in the battle were only slightly stronger than ordinary people and had not reached the first rank, but there were two or three who had reached the first rank. The little girls were basically all at the first rank.

"What's going on? Why are these Gastrea able to get here even with the stone tablet? Have the Gastrea developed resistance to chromium?" A masked, blond-haired burly man smashed a wolf-like Gastrea with a spiked club, his gaze shifting to the little girl assisting him in the fight.

"No, I don't know, Mr. Jiang Jian..." The little girl dodged the roar and attack of a Gastrea that was three times the size of an ordinary wolf, and kept shooting at the Gastrea's head with her gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The wolf-like Gastrea's head was instantly blown apart, and the Gundam's corpse rolled on the ground due to losing its balance, leaving a long trail of green fluid.

"Hmph, you're really useless. As an international promoter ranked 1584, I have no shortage of strength. Even the high-IQ person you specially had an international organization sign for me hasn't been of much use to me," Ixiong Jiangjian said with dissatisfaction. "However, you are still somewhat useful when it comes to taking credit."

"I'm sorry..." Chizu Natsuyo said, pursing her lips, a struggle in her eyes.

"A slightly challenging task? That's it? They even specially found four people to steal the credit. Tokyo is really useless." Ikuma Shoken sneered, his eyes ferocious, and he turned and left without paying any attention to Senju Natsume, slinging his spiked club over his shoulder.

Chishou Natsumi followed behind him with her head down. She had the Gastrea gene of a dolphin and an IQ far exceeding that of ordinary people. Although she was only seven years old, her cognition was already higher than that of an adult.

She is an IQ-based 'Initiator' who develops plans based on the 'Facilitator's' requirements.

They soon returned to the camp, which was an abandoned building with several empty bottles of liquor on the ground.

"Finally finished. I didn't expect a mission with such a high bounty to be so simple." A man with a cruel expression walked over, followed by a little girl with an injured arm. The little girl clutched her injured arm, looking pained, and bit her lip.

“Yes, I really didn’t expect it to be so simple. It seems that this mission was commissioned by the Tiantong family from the state.” A young man with slanted eyes walked over.

Where is your 'starter'?

"Tch, that piece of trash. She was already ranked within the top 50,000, yet she got injured dealing with two Gastrea that were only level 2. The Gastrea's bodily fluids infected her, and her erosion rate had already reached 35%. Now she has no choice but to give up." The young man complained, "It will cost a lot of money to have IISO rematch the Initiator."

The implication is that the Initiator was abandoned in the battle.

"Really? Didn't you just change it last month? It shouldn't be able to erode this quickly. Didn't you buy any inhibitors?"

"Inhibitors are so expensive, who would buy that stuff? Just do as many missions as possible to make money while the Initiator is still usable, and replace it with a new one when it's no longer needed. That's much faster than making money by using the same Initiator all the time."

“I advise you to do the same. Anyway, your Initiator is injured, and after using it for so long, the erosion rate is probably close.” The young man looked at the little girl behind the cruel-looking man.

"Hmph, I would have changed it even if you hadn't told me. I bought her an inhibitor once, but it didn't help much," the cruel-faced man said.

The little girl behind him had her head down, her eyes devoid of any light. She knew she had been abandoned. Even if she were to be retrieved by IIOS after being abandoned, she would be locked in the White House. No one who had been to the White House had ever come out again.

She was injured while trying to save her 'facilitator', and she had to save it, otherwise the injured 'facilitator' would also be taken back.

"Hmm? What's that smell?"

"Forehead……"

At this moment, the two of them felt weak in their limbs and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

After falling to the ground, she saw an Initiator walking over, holding a test tube in her hand, with the man behind her on their shared mission.

"Yi Xiong! What are you doing?!"

"Damn it! You want to kill us all and take all the bounty!"

“Kill them,” Ikuma said coldly to Senju Natsuyo.

“Oh…” Chizu Natsuyo raised her hand stiffly and pulled the trigger with great resistance.

"Damn it! You'll die a horrible death! Bastard!"

"Wait, wait! Don't kill me! I'll abandon the mission, and the bounty is yours!"

"Make your move," Ikushima Shōken snapped angrily.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and bloody holes appeared in their heads; their expressions remained terrified.

"Cough cough cough..." The injured Initiator coughed incessantly. As a 'Cursed Child,' his resistance to poison gas was much stronger than that of ordinary humans, but he had also lost his ability to fight.

“Kill her too.”

“Mr. Jiang Jian…” Qian Shou Xia Shi’s hands trembled. She did not want to kill an Initiator like herself.

This wasn't the first time she had killed someone. She had been following Yi Xiong Jiangjian for a month, and every week she would kill her companions and pocket the bounty.

She didn't want to kill anyone; killing was a terrible thing, and her body trembled the first time she was ordered to kill someone.

"Useless fellow." Ikuma sneered and kicked Senju Natsuyo.

"what!"

Chishou Natsume was kicked several meters away and crashed into a broken concrete pillar. She wasn't injured from the kick, but it hurt a lot.

Ikuma Ken will swing his spiked club at the injured Initiator.

The little girl, her eyes devoid of light, simply stood there, clutching her arm; she had lost all will to live.

Just then, a blinding white light descended and enveloped the area.

call……

"Huh?" Yi Xiongjian was stunned, and then intense pain swept through his body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Chishou Natsuyo got up and stared in disbelief at the scene before her. Light fell vertically from the sky, illuminating the surroundings brightly, and her promoter, Ikuma Ken, was enveloped in holy white flames.

She could only see figures rolling around in the flames, and pitiful screams came from within them.

In the two seconds she was stunned, the figure in the flames had already disappeared, and the holy white flames quickly vanished.

"It's really, really, it makes me angry." A clear, holy voice came from above Chishou Natsuyo's head, and she looked up.

What comes into view is an angel with six pure white wings spread out behind her, a halo above her head, and long golden hair reaching her waist.

"An angel!" Chishou Natsuyo looked up in disbelief.

She enjoys reading when she's not on missions. Because she's an exceptionally intelligent initiator, IISO's training for her includes not only firearms and combat but also various books. After leaving IISO, she's read many other types of books.

She longed for the beautiful world depicted in some books, but knew it was just a fantasy.

In the book, God's messengers, angels, appear alongside a beautiful world, or rather, when angels appear, a beautiful world will appear.

"Huh?" The little girl, who was originally injured, was surprised to find that her wounds had disappeared and the pain was gone. She stared blankly at the sky.

She didn't have the high intelligence of Chishou Natsuyo; she only knew that the older sister who suddenly appeared in the sky was very powerful and had healed her.

"It's alright, it's alright." Jeanne da Vinci tenderly stroked Senju Natsuyo's head before picking up another little girl.

"Big sister, are you an angel? Are you here to save the world?" Chishou Natsume stared blankly at the angel stroking her head.

"Yes, big sister is an angel, here to save the world." Jeanne gently stroked Chizu Natsuyo's head: "Such a sensible child, your soul is truly radiant."

This child has the potential to become a hero, but she is a child, not an adult, and does not meet the standard that the three heroes are adults.

"My soul is brilliant?" Chishou Natsuyo's mind flashed back to the scene of killing someone, her eyes darting around, her body trembling slightly. "I've killed people, is my soul brilliant?"

“Yes, you killed sinners and evil people. If evil people are not eliminated, more innocent people will be harmed. You did the right thing, even if it was not your intention.” Joan of Arc said gently. As a god, perceiving thoughts and emotions is the most basic ability.

"Your problems have been cured by your older sister, so you don't have to worry about turning into a monster."

"Healed?" Senju Natsuyo quickly looked at her slightly trembling hands, her eyes welling up with tears.

She fantasized about how wonderful it would be if she weren't the 'cursed child,' that she wouldn't be abandoned by her parents, and that she could go to school and grow up like other children.

“But you’ve retained your original abilities.” Joan of Arc embraced her tenderly.

It's so pitiful that she has such a high level of cognition at such a young age, that she is aware of the world's ills and her own misery, and that she longs for a happy future.

"For the next seven days, you will hide in the outer area and head to this place. Everything will change after seven days." Jeanne transmitted the address of the holder of the Eye of God into their minds.

After Joan of Arc finished speaking, she gently flapped her angel wings and flew away.

"Angel sister, may I know your name?" Chishou Natsuyo quickly reached out to hold the angel sister's hand.

Joan of Arc.

“Joan of Arc…” Senju Natsuyo watched the holy figure fly into the sky and disappear into the distance, her eyes filled with light.

She knew the name: Joan of Arc, the saint of France in Europe hundreds of years ago.

"Thank you, angel sister."

Will a happy world arrive in seven days?

……

“There is another aura in Tokyo that is very clear and carries the light of lofty aspirations; he certainly has the potential to become a hero.” Joan of Arc flew toward the central area of ​​Tokyo.

No one noticed that an angel was flying over Tokyo.

The gods do not want anyone to see them, and even if a camera, a technological invention, records them, people will automatically ignore it.

Tokyo has more than forty wards. Wards 38 and below are uninhabited outer wards. The smaller the number of the remaining wards, the closer they are to the center, and the more prosperous they are, with more wealthy and powerful people residing there.

The first ward is the political center of Tokyo. The basic structure of the country's order is based on the emperor as the ruler, with powerful nobles as assistants, various military units, and civilians composed of official police and civilian police. The civilian police are armed by private security companies, which contract out most of the security tasks to the public.

The Holy Emperor's residence, known as the "Holy Abode," was surrounded by the mansions of powerful and wealthy individuals.

They were secretly discussing how to peacefully persuade the Holy Emperor to abandon the 'New Gastrea Act', and finally decided to incite the public to hold demonstrations to put pressure on the Holy Emperor.

Although the Holy Emperor was the supreme ruler of Tokyo, he was only 16 years old, so these nobles completely disregarded him. However, Japan has always valued bloodline above all else, and the Holy Emperor's bloodline was superior to theirs, so they had no choice but to acknowledge it.

Therefore, they could only undermine the emperor's power and keep her as a mascot.

At this time, the Holy Emperor was unaware of the thoughts of the powerful and nobles. He was in his boudoir making detailed annotations on the 'New Gastrea Act' he had proposed, hoping that the 'Cursed Son' would be accepted and that humanity would unite to counterattack the 'Gastrea' and reclaim the world.

Suddenly feeling a warm breeze blowing from behind, the Holy Emperor turned around, and in an instant, the pen in his hand fell to the floor with a 'thud'.