I'm a magnetic field madman

"Get out of Tokyo, you bastards who associate with the cursed child!!"

"Traitors! Trash! You don't deserve to live in this city!!"

Holding up all sorts of signs, the protesters completely surrounded the building, shouting and yelling as if they were truly opinion leaders and wise pioneers.

"If there are too many people, will it necessarily insult my intelligence?"

Bai Wujie looked down at the protesting mob below, swaying slightly, his silver eyes filled with only deep indifference...

He grew tired of this boring clown performance; those nonsensical things, insulted and hurt by him, didn't even dare to confront him directly.

They only dare to incite a bunch of stupid mobs to attack them. Even though they're already locked in a life-or-death struggle, they choose to cower in the shadows and watch from behind. They think they've come up with a brilliant plan, but in reality, they're just cowardly idiots.

"Boss, all our partners are calling to demand that we terminate our cooperation. All the media programs are criticizing and slandering us. In addition, the police department has issued a large number of arrest warrants and search warrants."

Song Qi stood behind Bai Wujie and said softly, his expression showing a great deal of helplessness.

"What's wrong, Uncle Cai? Are you scared?"

"How could that be? But boss, isn't what you're doing a bit irrational?" Song Qi sighed.

Originally, everything was going perfectly for Blue Dream Company. With Bai Wujie's influence and technology, and the support of the Cursed Children, they would have been the number one company in the Tokyo metropolitan area in at most six months, and it wouldn't have been impossible for them to seize power over the entire country.

But because of Bai Wujie's inexplicable disruption at the banquet, all the arrangements and preparations were ruined.

Those who are dealing with them are not only the rival companies that were assassinated by the Dream Creator Group and the officials who tried to extort money from them... but also other companies and forces that are trying to tear a piece of flesh from them.

They are now like rats in the street, hated by everyone. Everyone is hostile to them. The original advantages of Lanmeng Company have been completely lost, and it may even be unable to recover.

"Rationality? True rationality is that I can tolerate these nonsensical clowns simply because of my kindness," Bai Wujie laughed.

"Because I know that among these things that insult my wisdom there are still some of my future people, and this land in the future needs the construction of some people. So I tolerate them, and that's why I haven't done things directly."

Bai Wujie never thought he was a person who went too far. He even felt that he was too weak and easy to bully, and that he was too kind to the point of being a saint.

If it weren't for wanting to see a more entertaining clown performance, why would he have tolerated it so much? Tsk tsk tsk, he wondered if his behavior was being a bit too fussy.

"Even without me, are you sure you can't handle these clowns?"

Matsuzaki remained silent for a moment; there was no doubt that this old man was a very kind-hearted person...

Otherwise, she wouldn't have given up her own life to take care of those cursed children despite all the criticism.

But because he had lived in those places where humanity was at its ugliest and most despicable for so long, Matsuzaki had little pity for ordinary people.

His "kindness" thus took on another form.

"No, even without your leadership, the Dream Creator Team is more than capable of wiping out all problems," Song Qi said in a low voice.

These nonsensical clowns were never their "opponents." The true enemy of the Blue Dream Organization was never these idiots who insulted the leader's extraordinary wisdom.

However, that's the point, and that's where the problem lies.

They won't harm the organization's true core interests in the slightest... but their very existence here is a constant insult to the leader's wisdom and annoyance to the leader.

"I know what to do."

Matsuzaki turned and left, and not long after, the doors of the company building finally opened.

Thinking it was the person in charge of Lanmeng Company coming out to explain, the mob and reporters swarmed forward to continue their "journey of justice"... However, what they got was a strangely shaped "sprinkler truck".

Before they could even speak, a thick, black, pungent liquid shot out from the sprinkler truck's nozzles, and those who realized what it was exchanged palpable glances.

bake!!

A tongue of fire shot out from another nozzle of the water truck, instantly igniting all the gasoline that was covered in front of it.

The viscous gasoline continued to spray towards the crowd, and the flames spread rapidly like a plague.

The shouts that had been clamoring moments before instantly turned into shrill screams and shrieks, and the entire protest march instantly became a human barbecue.

The death toll soared to triple digits in an instant, and it was certain that even those who survived would suffer a fate worse than death under the flames ignited by gasoline.

Bai Wujie looked at the hellish scene below, clicked his tongue slightly, and said...

"so so."

His assessment of Matsuzaki's handling of the matter was, well, a bit too lenient. From the perspective of making an example of a clown who insulted the leader's wisdom, it was too weak.

But that's okay, his current image is meant to be friendly and approachable.

Ministry of Defense, meeting room...

As he entered, Tendo Kisara glanced around, ignoring some of the piercing gazes, and casually found a spot to sit down.

Dozens of people were gathered in the meeting room, which was usually used to convene meetings to discuss serious situations involving Gastrea...

These people are the owners of civilian security companies, some of the top-ranking police officers, and the initiators.

They gathered here, and the person who convened the meeting was the Holy Emperor, who sat on the throne, and the attendant, Kikunojo, who was beside her.

The Holy Emperor's beautiful and gentle face was now extremely unsightly; her slightly pale complexion suggested that she must have slept poorly last night...

"I have gathered you all here for no other reason than that we are facing a problem that requires your help."

Before the Holy Emperor could speak, Kikunojo Tendou, who was standing next to her, spoke up, and at the same time, a video was played.

The footage shows the brutal scene of people being slaughtered indiscriminately by spraying gasoline and flames in front of the Lanmeng Company building...

This brutal method of slaughter was so horrific that even seasoned police officers found it physically disturbing.

"How could this be? This was done by Blue Dream Company."

"Nonsense—that's too much, too cruel!!"

Immediately, a chorus of indignant verbal condemnation erupted from below, and Tendo Kisara's face also turned pale... because this cruel method of massacring civilians was also "the first" time she had ever seen it.

"Blue Dream Company's actions have crossed our bottom line," Kikunojo Tendo said coldly.

"But more importantly, they conspired with fugitive Hiruko Kagetane to steal the Seven Star Relics in an attempt to summon the Zodiac and destroy Tokyo... What we need to do is nip these despicable criminals in the bud!"

"What exactly should we do? Should we just storm their company building?" a security company president asked, raising his hand.

"Although this would be a permanent solution, that building has never been an important place," Kikunojo Tendo said calmly.

"The main bases of Blue Dream Company are all underground secret facilities near District 39, and no one knows the whereabouts of these places."

What you need to do is simple: intercept the trucks carrying supplies to these secret outposts... Whether you report to the Ministry of Defense or deal with the criminals, it's up to you.”

"They did something like this and then acted like nothing happened, continuing to transport supplies? Are they brainless, or...?"

有恃无恐

No one would say such a thing, because in their hearts they don't think that a mere company can compare to Tokyo's defense forces, let alone their hundreds of thousands of police officers.

The reward for this commission was high, but more importantly, Kikunojo Tendo promised them that they could take whatever they found on the trucks.

And this is precisely what attracts so much greed and expectation.

The meeting's content was limited to that: retrieving the Seven Stars' relics and sabotaging Blue Dream Company's underground facilities. None of this had anything to do with the Gastrea, but weren't these police officers supposed to be doing these things?

The meeting quickly ended, and just as Tendo Kisara was about to leave, Tendo Kikunojo called her back.

"I have nothing to say to you." Tendou Musashi looked at the old woman coldly. If it weren't for the bad timing and the lack of a suitable weapon, she probably would have drawn her sword against her immediately.

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking about Rentaro's whereabouts," Kikunojo Tendo asked coldly, as if the person before him wasn't even a member of her family...

He only cared about his adopted son and disciple, whom he was originally intended to cultivate as "heroes," the true future heirs of the Tiantong family.

"Didn't you already know that?" Tendo Kisara uttered these words and turned to leave.

Kikunojo Tendo's face darkened, and he clenched his fists slightly...

Damn Bai Wujie, if it weren't for the fact that you still have Rentaro and the Seven Stars Relics... we would have crushed you, you arrogant thing, like a bug!

But it doesn't matter. Today, we'll show you the price of angering the Tendou family and us!

With a terrible expression, Tendo Kisara returned to her office without saying a word. She picked up her sword and prepared to go directly to find Rentaro's whereabouts.

She could no longer sit idly by. Besides, without Rentaro and Enju, what was the point of the agency's existence?

But before she could push open the door, a figure suddenly burst through the door and fell into her arms.

Kisara Tendo paused for a moment, then looked at Rentaro, who was pale-faced and wearing a strange hospital gown, in his arms, his face filled with surprise...

"Rentaro, you're back! Enju—where is Enju?"

"No, don't go to Lanmeng Company." Rentaro, his face pale and covered in sweat, grabbed her hand tremblingly...

"You are no match for them, you cannot defeat them."

“Those Dream Beasts, they are all children of the curse, no, they are no longer innocent children.”

At this point, Rentaro's expression turned pained, and he said palely...

“They are all beasts now, they are… monsters.”

……

"Vehicles ahead, stop immediately for inspection!!"

The heavily armed special forces pointed their guns at a truck approaching from a kilometer ahead... and the bespectacled man at the head of the group was none other than the Holy Emperor's bodyguard captain, Takuto Howaki.

He pushed up his glasses, holding a modified Beretta M1911 pistol in his hand, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust and cruelty.

He was filled with murderous intent towards Lanmeng Company, which had made him lose face in front of so many people, especially in front of the Holy Emperor!

Although I don't understand exactly what happened, I just know that I embarrassed myself.

Takuto Howaki is a ruthless guy. He is a top student who graduated from the National Defense Academy. Born into a privileged family, he is determined to climb to a higher position.

One of his great hobbies was shooting the cursed children and taking those who were not human as his prey.

He thought he had concealed his cruelty well... but his biggest delusion was still to marry the Holy Emperor.

However, all his foolish fantasies had vanished at this moment. And naturally, he blamed all the mistakes on Lanmeng Company and on Bai Wujie.

The truck slowly came to a stop, and heavily armed soldiers swarmed forward to surround it.

Takuto Howaki stepped forward and violently blew out their car headlights with bullets, then snarled at the two people in the driver's seat...

"Get off the stage, you criminals!"

The car door slowly opened, and two women stepped out. Dressed in sky-blue uniforms, with long, dark brown hair and beautiful, almost identical faces, they were strikingly beautiful twins.

The only odd thing is that they were all wearing sunglasses.

A lewd glint appeared in Takuto Howaki's eyes. Although following Kikunojo Tendo's orders meant ultimately killing these people from the Blue Dream Company... before that, he could decide the fate of the two sisters.

Just as he decided the fate of those cursed children, just as he used to hunt them down with his gun out of boredom.

"Surrender now and cooperate with our investigation..."

Takuto Howaki walked towards the two sisters, but the sisters, who had been silent all along, suddenly took off their sunglasses.

Behind the sunglasses were a pair of blood-red eyes, the kind of eyes that Howaki Takuto would never forget.

"The Cursed Child?!"

Takuto Howaki's voice instantly rose several decibels, because there was no doubt that he would not mistake those eyes, nor that filthy and despicable smell!

"Sister, I remember the leader's order was..."

“That’s right, sister. Starting yesterday, we have absolute freedom to deal with anyone outside the organization.”

The sisters seemed oblivious to the people surrounding them and the gun barrels, looking at each other and exchanging cheerful greetings...

"Fire! Shoot these monsters!!"

Takuto Howaki chose to abandon his contemplation of why such a powerful cursed child existed, and with his command, the soldiers pulled the triggers…

Hundreds of bullets sprayed from the gun muzzle, weaving a blood-red storm onto the two cursed children in front of them!

However, even after the smoke cleared a few seconds later, the two sisters, riddled with bullets, their clothes torn and revealing their private parts, still stood firm.

Even as the bullets were being squeezed out of their flesh, their bodies were rapidly regenerating...

Such terrifying regenerative abilities are beyond the capabilities of a cursed child containing Gastrea virus.

It's an ability that only true Gastrea can possess!

"The leader said that we should try our best to give up this habit... but there's nothing we can do. My sister and I are only the lowest fourth rank in the Dream Beast Team."

The younger sister smiled as she looked at the soldiers who surrounded her, at their horrified gazes, her bloodshot eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty, hungry light…

"You've come at the perfect time; we're just getting hungry..."

The members of the Creation Beast Team, whose inner magnetic field power of the Gastrea virus was activated, were divided into four classes.