Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

No, he didn't believe it.

This is far beyond the comprehension of normal people, and he prefers to explain this frog plague using scientific methods.

The city quickly began to implement countermeasures, with soldiers evacuating civilians, using flamethrowers to clean up the scene, followed by sweeping vehicles.

The frogs had no chance to fight back under the flamethrower. The smell of burning protein replaced the original stench. Cleaning trucks followed closely behind, shoveling piles of wreckage into their carriages and transporting them out of the city for burial.

But frogs keep appearing from every possible place they can crawl out of, as if there is no end in sight.

The croaking of frogs was deafening, and the incessant noise almost drove people insane.

As night falls, the croaking of frogs continues unabated, and Tel Aviv residents are gradually breaking down under the extreme noise pollution.

The argument that God abandoned them continues to gain traction.

Scientists are trying to explain this strange phenomenon scientifically.

Perhaps a tornado swept through a frog habitat, or an anomaly in the Earth's magnetic field caused the frogs to migrate en masse, but these explanations seem weak and unconvincing.

Other religious sects began to wonder if God had truly seen Israel commit sins and thus sent down divine punishment.

However, with Israel's control over most media outlets, a truly one-sided situation has not yet formed online.

Three days later, the frog plague, which lasted for a full seventy-two hours and drove people to the brink of madness, finally came to an end.

The continuous cleanup efforts are finally showing results.

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving this news.

Is it over?

If they are truly believed to have been abandoned by God, the Old Testament will no longer hold true, and with a broken faith and a people facing collapse, his fate will be absolutely tragic.

……

has it ended?

Tokyo.

After dinner, only a faint light remained on the horizon outside the window.

Han Chuan You rested his head on Mizuki's soft thighs, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's beautiful eyes fell on the soap opera on TV, her hand unconsciously stroking the boy's head.

He turned most of his attention to the clone.

A disaster lasting three days, while not extremely destructive, is still quite powerful.

As the crowd below gradually emerged, he looked as if his nightmare had finally come to an end.

Han Chuan You summoned the Book of Ten Calamities.

The war is far from over as long as it continues.

Selected: Bloodshed, plus hail.

Let's all come together.

The pages of the Book of Ten Calamities were flipping wildly.

A bright white light flashed.

The world was plunged into darkness once more, the sunlight suppressed, so faint it seemed almost extinguished.

The cheering crowd abruptly stopped and all looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky in a matter of seconds, pressing heavily over the city.

Before people could react, hailstones the size of fists, or even heads, poured down from the clouds.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hailstones pelted the car roof, window sills, and streetlights, making a series of dull thuds.

"It matches up, it all matches up... It's a hailstorm! It's a hailstorm! God has sent down divine punishment again!"

"Why... has God really abandoned us?"

"No, my car!"

Before the words were even finished, the color of the hailstones changed.

Gradually turning bright red like blood, with a strong fishy smell, it seemed as if it were truly congealed blood. It splashed onto the ground, creating dark red water stains that slowly spread along the road.

"Quick! Hide!"

A soldier was struck by a head-sized, blood-red hailstone. His chest caved in instantly, and he was knocked to the ground. His body twitched slightly a few times before he lay still.

Screams and screams filled the air, turning the once bustling street into chaos.

Compared to frog plagues, hail is clearly more destructive, shattering windows and denting vehicles wherever it goes.

Military facilities, in particular, were hit hardest and suffered the most severe losses.

Transport planes and other aircraft at the military airfield were hit by huge hailstones one after another. The wings were smashed, the fuselage was dented, the fuel tanks were ruptured, the glass curtain wall of the control tower was shattered, the radar antenna was broken, and the signal tower was twisted and deformed.

In the military camp, the roofs of open military trucks were smashed, communication equipment was damaged, and piles of ammunition boxes were cracked, exposing the shell casings inside.

Solar panels, satellite dishes, surveillance cameras, and other equipment were all reduced to scrap metal in this violent hailstorm.

People were thrown into chaos again and retreated back into houses and shelters.

However, just when they thought they could finally breathe a sigh of relief...

Turn on the taps in the house, and whether it's the kitchen or the toilet, the water that flows out is no longer clean tap water, but a reddish, viscous liquid like blood, with a rusty, fishy smell, gushing out from the pipes.

An atmosphere of despair spread once again, heavier than the fear that came with the hailstorm.

Because what has been damaged is their very source of life.

This is the plague of blood described in the Old Testament!

Chaos reigned just as fiercely inside the underground bunker.

The administrative officer rushed into the Prime Minister's office, his face pale.

"Mr. Prime Minister, the situation is urgent. The Ten Disasters have struck again, this time with both hail and bloodshed! The water storage devices in the underground bunkers have all been contaminated, and the water flowing out has become undrinkable."

The Premier suddenly stood up, stared blankly for a moment, then strode quickly to the water dispenser and pressed the water dispensing button.

A thick, dark red liquid slowly flowed out, carrying a strong smell of blood.

He held the glass of liquid, remaining silent for a long time.

Shocked, he murmured to himself.

Are there really ten plagues? Has God truly abandoned his chosen people?

It's really over...

What will be next?

Was it a plague of livestock? A disease of sores? Or the most devastating calamity of killing the eldest son?

He dared not think any further.

Chapter 242 Mizuki Picks Up the Soap, Hamabe Umika's Revenge

Han Chuan You didn't think this country could completely withstand the repeated torment of the Ten Calamities.

This tiny country is now fighting on seven fronts, facing immense pressure. If it weren't for the support and financial backing of a major power...

After the ten plagues, society was in turmoil, and people believed that God had abandoned them. Morale would only decline further, and internal strife might even occur, and the country might perish.

But the decapitation operation must continue.

Committing such crimes, the Ten Plagues were almost no different from what they did to other countries.

They did despicable things that led to the downfall of their country and the extinction of their race.

As a soap opera episode ends, a Kirin beer commercial plays on TV, depicting people gulping down ice-cold beer under the scorching sun, a sign that summer is on the horizon.

Yes, it's already July.

Han Chuan Mei Yue nudged his head.

"Get up, go take a shower."

"Mizuki, carry me."

Han Chuan You Chao Mi Yue's mother stretched out her hands, asking for a hug.

Han Chuan Meiyue poked his forehead in annoyance: "Shameless, do you think you're a five-year-old brat?"

"I almost forgot I'm already this big because I treat you like a baby all the time. Let me carry you."

Han Chuanyou suddenly seemed to realize something, straightened up, hooked one hand around Meiyue's leg, and put the other hand under her armpit, lifting her up and pulling her into his arms.

Han Chuan Meiyue rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, raised her hand to wrap around his neck, inhaled his refreshing scent, and let him hold her.

With summer approaching, taking a bath every day is a complete stereotype; showering is the norm.

Han Chuanyou lathered her with soap: "Meiyue, there are two more days until your personal interview. Remember to come then."

Han Chuan Meiyue leaned against him, her legs together, her eyes narrowed, and her bright oval face flushed with an alluring blush.

"I asked for leave in advance. If the teachers hear that you did something bad at school, you can forget about having a relaxing holiday."

That's just empty talk.

Having her as a safety net in his life doesn't mean she can let him study unchecked.

Fortunately, Han Chuanyou has always put her at ease since childhood. She has attended every interview with him, and the teachers who have mentored her have all spoken highly of him.

She couldn't help but marvel at how fast time flies.

Han Chuanyou gently felt the smoothness and contours of her skin: "Don't you believe me? Don't you know how much my grades have improved recently?"

"Yes, yes, you're the best. It seems that Tokyo University is no longer a problem for you. You can be my junior then."

Seeing him hand out the soap, Han Chuan Meiyue reached out to take it, but she didn't catch it properly, and the slippery soap slipped from her hand and fell onto the wet floor.

Han Chuan Meiyue raised her beautiful eyes slightly, turned her head as if she could see through him, and curled her lips: "You did this on purpose?"

"of course not."

Han Chuanyou showed no intention of picking it up, but instead gestured with his hand.

Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him sideways, then slowly bent down and peered over.

Then, her waist was grabbed by two large hands.

She knew it.

Han Chuan Mei Yue turned around and glared at him.

Hankawa Yu smiled:

"What are you looking at? I'm just worried you'll fall."

……

Night was falling.

Shinjuku area.

The house is made of blown stone, and the study is on the second floor.

After reading the intelligence report in front of the computer, Hamabe Umiko changed her usual relaxed demeanor and became unusually serious.

Just yesterday, an intelligence agent from the Dark Light Society inadvertently uncovered a piece of information.

The assassin who killed his father years ago has reappeared in Tokyo, codenamed Vulture.

His name is known to everyone in the assassin world, but he is elusive and rarely appears. He is almost exclusively active on the dark web, where he takes on assassination missions and never contacts anyone offline.

He was skilled at disguise, capable of forging passports from various countries, and was also fluent in multiple languages, leaving almost no trace of his identity.

His identity was only ever revealed once, when it was in the hands of his father.

He came from a top intelligence agency in Eastern Europe, and his real name was Mikhail.

Because of his withdrawn and unruly personality, coupled with long-standing psychological problems, he eventually left the organization and became a cleaner who walks in the shadows.

The father was killed by vultures because of this incident.

Hamabe Umiwa understands that this line of work is inherently prone to attracting enemies. Neither side may be at fault, but the hatred for the murderer of one's father is irreconcilable.