Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

"Enju!" Rentaro Satomi's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. Yes, yes, according to general logic, this must be—

"--Logically speaking, this is definitely correct. However, it's a pity that I'm here. The only reason I'm here is because the first thing I saw after arriving on this Earth was you two. What a coincidence."

Mefilas saw through their thoughts and, quite casually but still gentlemanly, lightly reminded them, "Are you plotting something?"

"Although I really hope that this is the reality, and that it can satisfy your delusions, I'm afraid you're probably not worth my much attention. But you've reminded me, little one, that I should go and see the other humans too."

Mefilas saw through it with a single glance: Rentaro Satomi's hand, foot, and eye were actually modified with neodymium prosthetics. If fully utilized, based on comparisons with other so-called police officers in Tokyo, ranking in the top 100 in police officer strength would be no problem.

But what does it matter?

Whether the police officer's IP is number one or number one hundred thousand, it makes no difference to him. The secrets and trump cards of Satomi Rentaro are really not worth his attention.

"!"

Some attitudes are genuine and can be felt; they are not deceitful. The extremely casual attitude of the Mefilas aliens instantly shocked Enju and Rentaro, who were originally full of confidence.

No, no, this won't do! If this happens, humanity will be destroyed!

"Please!"

In a flash, Enju also slid to her knees, and together with Rentaro, they surrounded the Mifilas alien who was already trying to leave, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right.

Even though they know it's useless, that's their attitude!

"At least, please give us a chance. Whatever you ask for, we will do our best to comply. Even if we can't do it, we will try our best!"

Although no one knows the extent of his efforts to save humanity, Rentaro Satomi is filled with pride at the thought that he is working for humanity, though at the same time he is also filled with fear.

Fortunately, it's unclear whether his sincerity moved the Mefilas alien, but the latter did indeed hesitate for a moment.

Mefilas looked at Satomi Rentaro and Aihara Enju with a half-smile: "Any request is acceptable? Alright then, Rentaro-kun, you kill this child, and child, you kill Rentaro-kun too. As long as you both kill each other, I will lend a hand. How about it?"

Rentaro and Enju were both stunned for a moment, staring blankly at each other.

In their subconscious, instinctive reactions, no one harbored any murderous intent; instead, they were filled with bewilderment.

Just as no one knew whether Rentaro would reveal his murderous intent towards Enju if things continued this way, before that possibility arose, Mefilas patted the air, took out a mailbox, and cheerfully changed his tune: "Of course, it was just a little joke."

"Come on, Rentaro-kun. Since you're so determined, show me your resolve with your actions. Take a note from this mailbox and do as it asks. If you can do it, I will grant your wish."

Why does it seem like the Mefilas aliens are the Indian Trinity Gods, and they themselves are people seeking blessings and undergoing ascetic practices?

However, the gap between myself and this alien is probably not that big after all, so this is all I can do.

Rentaro Satomi mentally prepared himself, went upstairs, put his hand in the mailbox, and after some hesitant fumbling, finally pulled out a piece of paper. When he opened it, he was horrified.

Within three years, make at least all of Japan's population fervently and faithfully chant three times a day, morning, noon, and night, "Great Emperor of Darkness, I am your humble servant, I am willing to give everything for you!"

Haha, he's dead.

How could he possibly do such a thing? Even if he spent money, he couldn't do it, since it requires the prerequisite of being "devout and loyal".

Even without that premise, he couldn't do it. Although he could spend the money, even if it were Miori, the daughter of a wealthy tycoon who loved him, she would never be willing to spend it.

Unless the Mefilas aliens take the Unwoven Manager on a journey like the one he just went through.

Rentaro Satomi looked at Mefilas pleadingly: "Will you show yourself?"

“If you choose this, I won’t show up for the next three years.” Mefilas said with a smile, uttering cruel words that were extremely disadvantageous to Rentaro.

"...Can I get a different note?"

"Go ahead, but you only have one chance to replace me. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure!"

Because this is simply impossible to accomplish!

With trembling hands and a trembling heart, Rentaro Satomi slowly pulled out another slip of paper under Enju's worried gaze and unfolded it.

[Within one month, ensure that no one in the Tokyo area seriously injures or kills a single Cursed Child, even for at least one day.]

Volume 1: 515. A Dark Awakening? A False Awakening!

515. A profound awakening? A false awakening!

"Oh my, Rentaro-kun, you're so lucky."

"good luck?"

"Because this is the easiest of all the requirements I've put in, and it's also the one you're most likely to complete."

Mephiras smiled, put away the mailbox, and gave the stunned Rentaro Satomi a playful clapping.

This time, he really didn't pull any tricks, not even X-ray vision. It was all up to Rentaro Satomi's own luck that he was able to draw this. That was definitely his luck.

Most of the other conditions in the mailbox are similar in difficulty to the first note. Although there are a few that are like this one, they are things that Rentaro Satomi has a very high probability of failing—or even no probability of failing at all. As long as he is determined and prepared, he can definitely do it.

However, from all perspectives, this requirement regarding the cursed child is probably the most fitting and simplest.

What the Alien Mefilas thought was completely irrelevant to Rentaro Satomi. He just stared blankly at the note in his hand, his brain trembling, his lips dry, and he gave a weak, bitter laugh: "What kind of good luck is this...?"

How could he possibly do that?!

“I’m not the Holy Emperor. In fact, the Holy Emperor has been calling for peaceful coexistence with the Cursed Children since he came to power. Even so, there’s no way to stop people from harming them. I have no money or power, how could I possibly do that!”

The so-called Holy Emperor is the newly appointed Prime Minister of the Tokyo area. Although she is only sixteen years old, she is already at the pinnacle of power in Tokyo. She has been urging the public to be more accepting of the cursed child, but the results have been poor.

If even such a big shot can't do it, what influence does he have to achieve it?

"That's something you should be thinking about. If you want to ask me for advice, that would be too greedy, Rentaro-kun."

Mefilas chuckled, stepped forward, and passed by Rentaro Satomi, whispering in his ear, "Besides, think about it carefully, can you really not do it?"

"What do you mean by this, Mefilas alien!"

"Hehe, I didn't mean anything by it. Trying to get the answer from me is cheating. I'll come back to check on your progress in a month. This is your last chance, so make the most of it, Rentaro-kun~"

Mefilas showed no anger whatsoever and disappeared like the wind, leaving only Rentaro Satomi and Enju Aihara behind, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But both Rentaro and Enju clearly knew that five years... no, one month.

Whether humanity can survive or not is now entirely in our own hands. In one month, all our actions will determine whether we can meet the demands of the Mefilas aliens.

That's the difference between humanity's future being five years or an infinite future!

The two of them had already experienced the abilities of the Mefilas aliens extensively, and naturally understood that if the Mefilas aliens were willing, the entire Tokyo would probably be under their observation from now on. In other words, there was no possibility of deceiving or fabricating anything to deceive the Mefilas aliens.

Whether they can monitor a larger area is still unknown, but right now, the Mefilas aliens are practically everywhere in Tokyo.

Therefore, it must be done, it is the only way to really do it!

Enju looked at Rentaro with great anxiety: "What should we do, Rentaro?"

"Hoo..." Rentaro Satomi's mind raced. "Although I don't know what to do, since the Alien Mefilas said it's possible, then it must be possible. Let's go back and discuss it with Kisara-nee!"

Rentaro and Enju were extremely anxious and immediately started running wildly down the road. They were speeding and were about to hit someone.

But neither of them will apologize, because there's no time for that now; they have to race against time!

"Kisara-san!"

boom!

The door to the police station was flung open, startling the long-haired, straight-haired Tendo Kisara. "What's going on here?"

"Sister Kisara, please calm down and listen to me carefully!"

Rentaro Satomi hurriedly approached Kisara Tendo, who had long, straight black hair, and placed his hands on her shoulders. With this physical contact, Kisara Tendo, who was initially confused, immediately froze, her cheeks flushed, and she could not say anything, only listen obediently.

Rentaro quickly recounted his experiences of the day. Enju, who was on the side, was even more envious and jealous of Tendoki with his long, straight black hair, but she knew that now was not the time to be jealous. She stood on Rentaro's side and testified, increasing the credibility of his testimony.

“Although I really want to believe you… I need to think this through. This is too far-fetched. I mean, is it possible that the Gastrea you were dealing with released some kind of hormone that caused you to hallucinate?”

The long, straight black-haired Tendo Kisara frowned and raised a possibility, clearly not believing in such things.

However, seeing the extremely anxious and devastated expressions on Rentaro and Enju's faces, she quickly waved her hand and changed her words, saying, "Uh, of course, of course, I didn't say I didn't trust you. Anyway, let me go and check the surveillance footage there, okay?"

"Let's go now!" Without saying another word, Rentaro Satomi grabbed the man and started walking.

Then it turned out that there were two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

The good news is that there really is a surveillance camera in that alley.

The bad news was that, for some reason, the security camera was malfunctioning, even though it had been working perfectly until a minute before.

Damaged surveillance equipment and lost footage are not usually big deals, but when combined with Rentaro's explanation, they become ambiguous and full of the smell of conspiracy.

Kisara Tendo gasped in shock, then, taking the initiative, grabbed Rentaro and Enju and whispered, "Let's go find Dr. Muroto!"

Dr. Muroto is one of the world's strongest scientists in human-related fields, as well as an unparalleled physician. He has a past relationship with Rentaro and has been in charge of testing the Gastrea virus erosion rate in Enju. He is the most reliable and trustworthy person.

Feeling cold all over, Tendo Kisara dragged Rentaro and Enju to Dr. Muroto's place and immediately had him test the two of them to see if they could have hallucinated. The final result showed that it was absolutely impossible, as there were no hormones related to the occurrence or occurrence of hallucinations.

After the test results came out, the three of them immediately started chattering away, telling the whole story about the Mefilas aliens.

Rentaro Satomi, fearing that Dr. Muroto wouldn't believe him, immediately took out a note: "And there's this note too, it's proof!"

However, after Dr. Muroto examined it, the results showed that the note seemed to have been touched only by Rentaro himself from beginning to end, with no other traces. Even the writing on it seemed to be entirely in Rentaro's own handwriting, exactly the same.

To claim that this ordinary piece of paper is evidence of the existence of aliens would be met with ridicule and laughter from anyone who reads it.

But Dr. Muroto didn't laugh. On the contrary, she pinched her brow and sighed painfully: "No need to say anything, I believe you."

"Huh?" Rentaro, who had been anxious, was stunned. "Why?"

"It's very simple, Rentaro. You're simply not the type to lie. You don't have that talent. When you speak, I can tell whether you believe it's a lie or the truth just by looking at you."

Dr. Muroto lay back in his chair, his eyes showing a tired, listless expression. "Moreover, after humanity retreated to a corner of the world, the Gastrea population outside will continue to increase dramatically. This is data and results I calculated long ago."

"I just didn't expect that I only have five to ten years left. Sigh, I thought I would at least live to be fifty."

"You knew all along?!" Rentaro and Enju were immediately shocked. "Then why didn't you report it to the politicians in power? If this continues, humanity will be doomed!"

"Do you think this is something that will work just by talking about it, Rentaro?"

Dr. Muroto gave a sneer, lit a lighter, took a puff of his cigarette, and then leisurely continued, "The extinction of humanity was actually destined ten years ago when humanity collectively retreated."

"That was the time when the Gastrea were at their weakest, within the period when humanity could react and fight the enemy with maximum military force. Even then, humanity was defeated, many military bases fell, and humanity lost a large number of equipment production lines. Since then, we humans have long lost the power to counterattack the Gastrea."

"This calculation result is true whether I say it or not; if I do say it, the situation will only get worse."

"Politicians will never believe such pessimistic data; they will only bury their heads in the sand and might even try to assassinate me to silence me. Even if some people do believe it, they cannot muster the military force to change this fact."

"Moreover, once this data is leaked, people will let loose and choose to burn, kill, loot, and indulge themselves before the final moment arrives. In that case, humanity will be substantially destroyed before the Gastrea even attacks."