Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

The survivors who were nearby looked at Genjiro as if she were a Valkyrie.

"careful!"

Someone volunteered to act as the eyes and remind them.

This time, she didn't wait for the monster to get close. Instead, she fired three shots, hitting the walking monster's weak point in the narrow passageway and taking it down again.

"I can't save everyone. Now you can only save yourselves. Pick up anything you can use as a weapon. The monster's weakness is its heart!"

Genjiro steadied herself, shouted a few words to those behind her, and then continued to move forward.

Upon hearing this, some people opened the unlocked guest rooms and looted items that could be used as weapons.

Within minutes, a working-class survival force was formed, with Genji acting as the spearhead, wielding a dagger in one hand and a pistol in the other, surrounded by several people holding blankets, decorative panels, and pillows as cover.

Boom!

Just as they finally managed to get to the second floor, a series of violent explosions came from outside.

Chapter 188: The 100-Meter Giant

The lives of ten or a hundred people can be apologized for by bowing down, but the lives of thousands of people will always require a few respectable individuals to be sacrificed to the public.

The on-site commander felt that he might be one of them.

For the sake of their uncertain future, he genuinely wanted to save people; please, don't die inside.

Therefore, he overturned his previous decision to clear the explosives first and has dispatched a small number of mechanized troops to lure the enemy into detonating the bombs.

But when the troops quickly advanced into the lobby and broke through the glass curtain wall, Takatsukasa still did not detonate it. Instead, he relied on his own weapons and the small number of machines to fight back.

“This person has received anti-mechanical training and may have had real-world experience, so he knows the weaknesses of AI systems.”

The commander narrowed his eyes.

But no matter how experienced you are, you are no match for sheer numbers.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, the commander immediately dispatched additional troops.

Meanwhile, Takatsukasa Tadashi was also multitasking, detonating explosives to delay the attack.

Watching a mechanical squad be destroyed, the commander remained unfazed. The enemy had few cards left to play; they were like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Suicide swarm, enter in batches."

The commander could no longer worry about the injured in the lobby. Since the most worrying explosives had already been used, he didn't want to play a turn-based game with the other side anymore. He just wanted to wait for the drones to make their move before sending out troops A!

Now the only remaining threat from the other side is arson, and he already has a countermeasure for that.

"Has the fire brigade not arrived yet?!"

"I heard it's because they don't know how to use fire missile trucks and fire rescue vehicles, so they're using AI assistance in emergency dispatch."

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The commander slapped his forehead. He had calculated everything, but he had still overlooked the extent to which the fire protection system was utterly useless.

As expected, the other party will definitely set it on fire. If this drags on any longer, the people on the second floor will probably end up on a BBQ.

Tadashi Takatsuya didn't have a good way to deal with these swarms of drones; military drones aren't easy to jam. He could only detonate the last explosive located at the entrance, igniting the gasoline in the process, and the fire quickly engulfed the entire hotel lobby.

The hotel's automatic fire suppression system didn't react at all; he had tampered with it yesterday.

After dealing with the last attacking mechanical dog, the injured Takashi Tadashi coughed heavily, threw down his rifle which was out of bullets, and slumped against the front desk. Blood stained the ground, and smoke filled the surrounding area.

His vision began to blur, and he knew it was due to excessive blood loss and the smoke.

Not far ahead, at the edge of the flames, he saw the plainclothes policewoman leaning against the burning sofa, trying to burn the rope on her hands with the flames.

He had just raised his pistol when he saw several surviving suicide drones wobbling through the flames at the top and appearing before him.

He shifted the gun's muzzle and quickly and accurately shot down two drones heading towards him, the pistol making a crisp click.

We're out of bullets.

The drone rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

Bang!

The nearby flames were slightly deformed by the blast wave, but quickly returned to normal.

The bomb wasn't particularly powerful, but Tadashi Takatsukasa was still human, not some Terminator. After the close-range explosion, he collapsed to the ground, his flesh charred black, lifeless.

Mingli's face turned red as she struggled to hold back her anger, and the rope binding her back was finally burned through.

Ignoring her scalded arms, she continued to untie the ropes from her legs, then dragged her injured legs to the side of the several guards who were dying from blood loss and inhalation of large amounts of smoke.

Only two people remained conscious, and Mingli used metal fragments to cut the ropes for them.

"Fountain, indoor fountain." She managed to utter these words, covering her mouth and nose with her clothes, and walked toward the small indoor fountain she had seen when she came in.

The two rescued men covered their wounds, glanced back at their colleagues who could not open their eyes, and finally chose to follow Mingli.

The group's faces were almost pressed against the fountain's water, their wet clothes covering their mouths and noses. They intermittently submerged their heads in the water, holding their breath as they struggled to await rescue.

dong dong!

Just as they were losing consciousness and about to faint, several missiles suddenly entered the fire and exploded, sending out large amounts of white powder that temporarily suppressed the flames in the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, the Talos team arrived with a mini fire rescue vehicle, tearing through the flames and placing the injured into the coffin-like mini fire truck.

"Rescue the three people, continue to suppress the flames in the lobby, and clear the passage to the second floor."

The team split into several groups, broke through the emergency passage, and found a scene of dismembered limbs and blood. Dozens of corpses were crammed into a small space, and three or four heartless monsters were executing the survivors who were not yet dead.

"Fire."

The squad immediately opened fire and wiped out the monsters.

The flames, due to the chimney effect, had already spread to the upper floors, with thick smoke billowing from the second floor.

The people crammed on the second floor were separated by the sea of ​​fire. Some, led by Genji, jumped out of the banquet hall through the broken windows, while others left through the passage cleared by Talos, struggling to break through the still scorching hall and return to the human world where they could breathe freely.

In that moment of resurrection, countless survivors, nearly charred to death, embraced each other and wept bitterly.

God knows what they've been through.

I was just here for a mundane job and a mundane meeting, only to be told that the company president was an evil supernatural being; then I encountered monsters blocking my way downstairs; after finally breaking through the monsters, explosions suddenly started below me, one after another; and when the explosions stopped, I was engulfed in flames!

Their first half of life, plus the rest of their future, will absolutely not be as exciting as this half hour of experience today, an experience that could easily be published as a book.

Watching the survivors being rescued one after another, the commander wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thankfully, given the current situation, the number of people rescued is definitely not small, so his position shouldn't be purged.

Next, we can only hope that Muramasa Takii can...

"What the hell is that?!"

With a careless glance upwards, the on-site commander witnessed a scene that nearly caused his heart to stop.

The exterior walls of the top few floors of the hotel building, which is over thirty stories high, are gradually turning into skeletons.

It was unclear when, but a large, white skeletal skull had formed, its empty eyes indifferently surveying everything from a high and mighty position.

On one half of the skull, some blood vessels and muscles are forming. Although the structure is completely illogical, under the gradual coverage of the outer skin, at least in appearance, it is not much different from an ordinary human.

"Muramasa-san is still inside! Contact her! Tell her to come out quickly!"

The commander grabbed his deputy's shoulder, roared, and shook him.

If the only superhuman Japan can cooperate with dies inside, he'll be made into a family bucket!

"Sir, just now, we lost contact with her." The deputy cried as if his own mother were trapped in a quagmire.

If the boss is made into a family-sized meal, his assistant will definitely not escape it either and will have to join the deluxe lunch.

Compared to the belated on-site command and control, the command center in Tokyo had already detected the signs when they first appeared.

They also dispatched several small missiles to probe the area.

They were not worried that an attack of this magnitude would harm Muramasa Takii inside.

And indeed, the missiles struck the giant skull but did not cause any damage, leaving only a dark spot that was quickly covered by the growing flesh.

"Expand the evacuation area and sound the evacuation alarm throughout Kyoto. This time, we are facing a giant."

From multiple perspectives, the torso and limbs of the hotel building gradually become clear, and a giant over a hundred meters tall is beginning to take shape.

The dull, heart-pounding sound could be heard throughout Kyoto.

Chapter 189: My Heart Is Full of Glory

A glint of cold light severed the tendon tissue blocking the way.

The severed flesh and tissue receded in patches, revealing a doorway that could still be vaguely discerned.

Yaoqie drew a diagonal cross, and the door shattered a second later, revealing the scene inside: some kind of gigantic human tissue, silently writhing, like a deformed gallbladder or a blue-green jelly.

Following the sound of her heartbeat, she had opened many such doors, but gained nothing.

It's not just a meaningless mass of flesh and blood; it's a mutated organ.

With a sharp look in her eyes, and a flash of white light from the demonic blade, she finished swinging her sword, emerged from the room, and hid to the side.

Plop!

A sound like farting followed, and a large amount of pale blue liquid gushed out from the doorway.

Holding her breath, she reassessed her current situation.

The passage behind her was now blocked by layers of white bones, with thick blood vessels and muscles connecting to form a barrier around her, squeezing her space.

But it didn't completely block her passages. Instead, it was like a living maze. When one passage was blocked, other dark, fleshy passages would inevitably appear.

The sound of a heartbeat echoed through the flesh-and-blood corridor, as if every space was the source of the sound, making it difficult to distinguish.

“These things are trying to drain my life force.”

She could feel her life force being drained, but at that moment, the player information number in her palm, visible only to other players, emitted a scorching glow, directly shielding her from this presumptuous operation.

It's as if it's declaring that only nature and the game have the right to take away a player's vitality.

Perhaps it is because of this inability to "digest" that these flesh and blood resort to delaying and attrition tactics against her.

The goal, of course, was to prevent her from reaching the "Heart of Endurance," and to make her lose her way and become powerless within this labyrinth of her body.

Players have tried to explore the abilities of the Heart of Patience in the game, but without success.

All that is known is that there were three Hearts of Ninja that were corrupted, and all of them were sealed in the cemetery by Fa Cheng.

In reality, Nobita said that he had heard the term "Heart of Withering and Flourishing" from a monster.

And the saying, "The longer it withers, the stronger it flourishes."

Clearly, this refers to the fact that the longer this spirit of forbearance remains dormant, the more devastating its outburst will be.

It has withstood hundreds of years of sealing, and today it will finally enjoy its glory.

The solution is clear: eliminate that revived ninja heart.

According to the game's information, the Heart of Ninja communicates with nature. After being corrupted by the demon sword, it could only be eradicated through a long period of sealing. Now it has broken free of the seal and revived, but it is unknown whether their methods can eliminate it.

As for any kind of seal, they have absolutely no corresponding ability.

Moreover, before the appearance of the demon sword, the Nichiren sect thought the legend of Hosei was nonsense. Even if there were records, apart from Honmyoji Temple, only Kuonji Temple and Honmonji Temple had studied it to some extent.

Even after the demon sword appeared, the authorities, as if they had discovered some great treasure, collaborated with several Nichiren sect masters to study all the remaining texts, only to be greatly disappointed in the end.

Even if the scriptures inside are truly capable of cultivation, all these so-called masters combined are still no match for Riyan and his disciple Richeng!

Bullshit master!

So in this situation, players can only try to find a solution or pray that someone will be available to eliminate Zhu Hai, just like they did with Zhu Hai.

[Zheng: What's the situation outside right now?]

Although her communication with the official channels was cut off, private messages between players could not be stopped.

[Zhi: Do you watch anime?]

[Zheng: I don't watch it much.]

[Zhi: If you've read "The Retreat of the Dwarfs," you can immediately imagine the situation Kyoto is facing right now. The silhouette of a giant hundreds of meters tall has already appeared. The difference is, we don't have Wall Maria.]