Bunkyo District, University of Tokyo Hospital's inpatient departnt.
In the luxurious single room on the fifth floor, the window is open, and the wind from outside lifts the curtains, brushing against Frans' cheek.
A face carved like black jade reveals a troubled expression.
He is composing an email to his most prized student, "Dear Riki, by the ti you see this email, I should be dead. Regarding the Different World, I want to..."
After a brief pause, Frans deletes the words he typed, letting out a long sigh again.
He stares at the computer screen.
For a mont, he's unsure of what to write next. Should he entrust Dio's affairs to Riki and let her walk the sa path as him?
Frans finds himself struggling, aware that his ti may be running short.
The plan he submitted was never ant to start the Third World War.
According to his plan, the United States' military satellites would beco ineffective, as would Japan's, proving that no country can escape such circumstances.
Indirectly indicating that the Eastern Great Nation's eyes in the sky are partially blind, and large military satellites can't be developed in a short ti.
Small satellites have poor resolution.
As long as they use the right thods, they can stealthily send a thousand nuclear bombs to Japan.
After all, no one would think the United States would dare do such a thing.
Frans knows the plan is crazy, but if not executed, he can't ensure the United States will be able to suppress Dio at the final mont.
Based on his profile of Dio, with Dio's personality, he'd be willing to attend school obediently, willing to stop activities every day at nine o'clock as scheduled.
Even if there are occasions outside the scheduled ti.
But combined with the events that took place, Frans has to suspect that he possesses so ability to act without leaving his ho.
Frans is convinced that there's an important person by Dio's side, and Dio might be doing these things without that person's knowledge.
If there's no concealnt, it can't be explained why Dio would continue to return at fixed tis after acquiring superpowers.
Planting nuclear bombs in Japan, especially Tokyo, serves as a mutual threat.
Provided the nuclear bombs are effective.
The satellite failures are evidently related to Dio's abilities, though Frans isn't sure how he could influence satellites in outer space or if he could affect nuclear bombs.
He can only draft a backup plan, based on the current limits of human capabilities.
Frans hopes the plan remains a secret, unknown to anyone, to be used as a trump card only if Dio truly threatens the United States and attempts to destroy it.
His true desire is to confirm Dio's identity, support Dio's valued individual to beco president, ensuring the United States maintains its supremacy.
But unexpectedly, Nett, despite favoring the plan, intentionally or unintentionally leaked it.
After all, with Nett's physical condition, it's normal to occasionally not realize what he's doing.
When Frans received inquiries from friends about whether he'd gone mad, he realized the situation had started to follow an unknown path.
Frans doesn't understand what Nett has in mind, only knowing that starting a war with the Eastern Great Nation doesn't align with Arican interests.
Their industrial strength hasn't yet returned to the peak that once made the world tremble.
Only dream-loving Extremist Faction fantasizes about such an outco.
Regrettably, the extremists in the military have grown strong enough to support Nett's plan.
They possess a childlike naivety, believing a ssiah will eventually appear in the aftermath.
Frans sighs, looking at the computer before him, exits the email client, and starts reviewing his past mind maps, from Iwaai Takehiro's case all the way to now.
One branch after another separates from the tiline.
Frans falls into confusion.
Was he wrong?
In life, everyone makes erroneous judgnts at tis.
Even the young Frans, hailed as a genius by the world, has experienced failure, yet he always accepts it, learning to avoid falling into the sa trap again.
Frans stares at the mind map he crafted, furrowing his brows, reflecting on his proposal's potential to trigger a Third World War, feeling a headache.
He's too far from the center of power, far enough that he can't precisely gauge Nett's thoughts like he could while in the White House Staff Team.
He's truly afraid that Nett might lose his mind and use his defense against Dio as ans for an apocalypse.
As he's entangled in thoughts, the door suddenly opens.
"Mr. Frans, it's ti to change your bandages."
The short-haired nurse approaches with bandages and dication, smiling broadly.
Frans snaps back to reality, quickly typing, and hits enter as a cheerful girl's voice erges, "Thank you for your hard work."
"You're welco."
The nurse smiles, steps forward to swap out the bandage, applies ointnt to the inflad wound, then rebinds it.
She picks up the empty tray and leaves the room.
Frans continues staring at the computer, pondering whether he should send the email to his student.
As he contemplates this, his vision suddenly becos blurry, with a surge of heat rising from his abdon.
He reaches up to touch, and a stream of blood pours from his nose.
Am I dying?
The fleeting thought crosses his mind but gets swiftly dismissed. In his final mont, he has no ti for fear, still pondering if his deductions were wrong.
Nas like Takahashi Saeko, Phoenix Academy Maggie, and Furusawa Kyoichiro flash in his mind, suddenly evoking an unrelated scene.
That was the computer's evaluation of a student as extrely dangerous.
But his thoughts were normal.
Normal… normal?
Frans' eyes suddenly widened, recalling Dio committing murder in the street, with everyone around remaining calm about the case.
So that's it! I actually t Dio before?!
Blood began to seep from his eyes, trickling down his cheeks like tears. Frans wanted to raise his hand, but it was no longer under his control, unable to leave any ssage.
Frans endured the pain, forcing a smile.
With a thud, he collapsed on the ground, his body involuntarily twitching, the sound prompting the action departnt personnel outside to open the door. Seeing this scene, their faces changed drastically.
That nurse just now was suspicious!
…
Frans was dead.
This news quickly reached the desk of Morimoto Chiyoda. She picked up the report submitted below, which detailed the murder of one of the nurses at ho.
Judging from the corpse, it seed to have undergone torture, likely to extract relevant information.
The ti of death was around eight in the morning, aning the person who went to work at the hospital wasn't the real nurse.
Using a mold to create a delicate mask worn on the face, the assailant was undoubtedly a perfect assassin, also well-versed in nursing.
According to colleagues nearby, they did not sense any errors in the assailant's work.
Morimoto Chiyoda reviewed the cause of Frans' death once more. The report ntioned that despite what should have been a painful death, he inexplicably had a smile on his face.
She didn't care, pondering who killed Frans?
Institute No. 47, Kochou, and the United States Dove Faction were all suspects.
Morimoto Chiyoda also heard about the insane plan submitted by Frans.
To deploy one thousand nuclear bombs in Japan.
This was a plan to annihilate Japan.
Regarding Frans' death, Morimoto Chiyoda felt no sympathy, but the investigation into who murdered him was still necessary.
And whether Nett has altered any related plans after Frans' death needs further observation.
It can only be said, millions must avoid sparking World War III.
Morimoto Chiyoda pondered for a mont, then took pictures of the report before uploading them to her email.
Through CIA channels, she sent an email to Jack, asking him to report this matter.
The ensuing affairs were beyond Morimoto Chiyoda's capacity to handle.
She had many tasks daily, and to deal swiftly and correctly, she prioritized tasks based on urgency.
Morimoto Chiyoda prioritized tasks that could receive imdiate feedback; as for matters with unclear imdiate effects, they could naturally be deferred.
…
After a while, Morimoto Chiyoda heard the phone ringing on her desk. She pressed the speaker button.
"Morimoto, there's a new ssage from above: replace the late Frans in the upcoming discussions with Kochou about the Three Sacred Treasures.
Additionally, they want to discuss matters concerning the Speaker of the House and the President of the Senate; securing their acquittal is preferable."
Upon hearing Jack's words, Morimoto Chiyoda was slightly taken aback, sharply capturing the critical information.
Her previously tense mind finally relaxed.
It seed Nett wasn't insane enough to support the Extremist Faction.
The leak of the plan might have been deliberate by Nett, intended to exert pressure on Kochou.
They hoped to pin Frans' death on Kochou.
Morimoto Chiyoda chuckled softly, saying, "Is that so? I'll handle it right away."
"Morimoto, you aren't part of the Extremist Faction, are you?"
Jack's tone revealed a hint of doubt; delivering such bad news yet receiving a cheerful response worried him deeply – if his confidant was indeed with the Extremist Faction, it would be disastrous.
His life creed emphasized peaceful coexistence for profit; conflicts would only cause trouble.
Jack wasn't delusional enough to expect the End Ti ssiah to save the United States after causing an apocalypse.
After all, the Bible hadn't explicitly stated that the City on the Hill referred to the United States.
Jack couldn't grasp how the brains of those in the End Ti Gospel Faction worked.
"Haha."
Morimoto Chiyoda let out a light laugh, leaning back, saying, "Rest assured, the President's head is clear; he simply wishes to use this matter to caution Kochou and not let her beco too overbearing.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have assigned the related work after Frans' death, nor exert pressure on Kochou."
"Is that so."
Jack briefly paused, then suddenly relaxed, wiping the sweat off his forehead, saying, "If that's the case, then all is well.
Upon hearing this news, I was terrified, fearing that the colorful world would be obliterated."
"Now isn't the ti to relax; I need to see the Pri Minister to finalize things thoroughly."
"Alright, you must ensure Kochou compromises."
"I'll do my best."
Morimoto Chiyoda hung up the phone, stood, and headed outside.
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