After lunch, Aozawa put the empty lunch box back in the classroom drawer, then left the teaching building, heading towards the secluded small forest.
He threw his cellphone on the ground, with a Shadow Soldier standing by to keep watch. Then, he used Schrodinger's Cat to gradually beco semitransparent, and with a single thought, he left Brilliant high school.
The next second, he appeared above Shinjuku Station.
This place is the epito of Tokyo's thriving energy, twenty-four hours a day. It seems that Shinjuku Station can always produce waves of people scattering into various streets of Shinjuku, no matter what ti it is.
Allowing every visitor to experience that kind of vibrant dynamism that Tokyo, as a cosmopolitan city, offers.
Aozawa thought for a mont but decided not to turn Shinjuku Station into a gamified world.
He planned to first try a small place, look for those Yakuza people, and see the consequences of being gamified.
Aozawa disappeared into Shinjuku's sky, arriving in a shadowy corner, then blended into it, dashing through the Shadow World, while using Catalyst Induction to capture the outside situation.
With just a turn in Shinjuku, he imdiately detected the residence of a Yakuza mber.
The address was at Okubo 3-cho, Shinjuku, an old-looking club building.
The sign read Higashino Club.
...
The interior decoration of the club was lavish, in stark contrast to its old exterior.
The old look was just a ans to ward off the public and dia, because in this era of the internet, the more luxurious a place looks, the more attention it draws.
Like internet celebrities, checking-in tourists, etc., being high-profile is the most fatal thing for such secret private clubs.
They needed to be inconspicuous, yet the internal facilities must be luxurious to ensure guests enjoy themselves here.
On the northwest side of the third floor of the club was the manager's office.
Tsuda and his n were caressing a katana.
This was a famous sword he acquired through connections and at great expense from the hands of an old legend in the Forge Room.
Tsuda was a man who revered tradition; he liked Bushido, and he liked katanas.
He drew the sword from its sheath, staring at the patterns on the blade, his eyes betraying a hint of intoxication as he slowly said, "This is the katana that Yukio Mishima once used for seppuku.
Seppuku requires imnse courage."
Saying this, he glanced towards the front of the desk, where a long-haired man, drenched in sweat, was kneeling, "Shimono, you embezzled and secretly sold the organization's illicit drugs, and you told the goods were stolen.
Did you think that just because Tokyo has been chaotic recently, I couldn't find out your tricks?"
"Manager Tsuda, I'm willing to turn over all money and assets, please, spare my life!"
Shimono looked terrified, his forehead knocking repeatedly on the ground, making heavy thuds that echoed in the office.
But it did not earn a hint of sympathy.
Tsuda sighed unhurriedly and said, "Your mistake can only be washed with seppuku.
Or, do you want your family to end up together at the slaughterhouse?"
Shimono's face turned ashen.
He knew Tsuda's malicious tastes; despite living in a new era, he still acted by old rules.
For subordinates' mistakes, it ranged from cutting off fingers to severe penalties like seppuku.
If one didn't comply, he'd use modern ans to make the offending person and their family disappear from Tokyo, ending up as at sold in an unknown butcher shop.
Higashino Group is one of Japan's largest violent gangs.
Shimono knew he had no chance of survival and couldn't possibly implicate his family, bitterly said, "Manager Tsuda, I'm willing to commit seppuku to atone."
"Very well, I admire your resolve."
Tsuda handed the katana to another underling.
Inside the office, besides him and Shimono, there were eight other underlings dressed in black suits standing there.
Recently, Tokyo's situation was unstable; Tsuda didn't dare to be without protection.
Eight guards were his standard, each underling ard with a gun.
Despite his traditional preferences, Tsuda didn't think a swordsman could compete with soone wielding a gun.
Shimono took the katana, looking at its gleaming blade, as if his sorrowful face was reflected in its clear surface.
Had he known earlier, he wouldn't have tried to get rich amidst the chaos.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly plunged the blade into his abdon.
...
"Ah!"
The blade entering his body evoked a scream from Shimono, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he gripped the hilt and sliced down.
Tsuda's face appeared morbidly excited, fixated on this man, eager to observe the blood flowing from within as it could excite him.
However, from the wound erged a sunflower.
"Huh?"
Tsuda was dumbfounded, his mind unable to process for a mont.
Even Shimono, who had committed seppuku, looked shocked, unable to comprehend why a flower erged from his wound.
The next second, nurous stems erged on the sunflower's surface, its size swelling.
The stems all pierced into Shimono's body, absorbing his flesh and blood, causing the sunflower to swell to two ters tall.
"Shoot quickly!"
Tsuda was imdiately alard, believing it related to matters of the Different World.
The eight underlings in black swiftly drew their guns and opened fire.
Bang bang, gunfire erupted, bullets hit the surface of the sunflower, leaving behind dark green blood.
"Ah!"
Amidst sharp screams, the sunflower transford by Shimono fell to the ground, green blood continuously spilling out.
After a brief scare, Tsuda and his crew beca excited again. The corpse of an alien monster was of an imasurable value, beyond money.
What followed was power, status.
He wanted to step forward, but a ball of light floated out of the monster's body.
Witnessing this, Tsuda was about to tell them to continue shooting.
The light ball split into eight, quickly rging into the bodies of the n in black.
Fear appeared on Tsuda's face, he quickly took out a gun from the drawer, aid at them, and said, "Are you going to turn into monsters too?"
The few n were imdiately frightened and waved their hands, one of them said, "Manager Tsuda, we haven't turned into monsters, just feel a bit warm, like our strength has beco greater than usual."
Tsuda's suspicion did not dissipate, he just wanted to call for backup imdiately, he took out his phone and pressed the button to dial a number, the phone suddenly turned into a card.
The card appeared silver-white, with four bright golden characters on the surface.
"Command the wind and rain?"
Tsuda read the words on the card with confusion, the card in his hand suddenly transford into a burst of white light and disappeared.
The next second, a violent wind arose inside the room, followed by dark clouds gathering above, pouring rain fell.
Tsuda was stunned, unclear about what just happened.
He instinctively pressed the dial button on the desk phone.
The next instant, the desk phone also turned into a card, on which was written "Seed Soldiers."
Tsuda did not continue to read, he felt using such special cards for testing would be a waste.
He quickly picked up the card, rain poured down from above but could not extinguish the ambition in his heart.
Tsuda scanned his subordinates and said in a deep voice, "It's best you don't tell anyone about today's events."
"Rest assured."
They nodded quickly.
Unable to contain his excitent, Tsuda felt imnse wealth finally belonged to him. He began to imagine luxury cars, villas, beauties, and power rushing towards him.
Tohno, that diterranean was nothing as long as he could grasp this power.
The leader's seven wives, three daughters would all belong to him.
Even the leader was no exception.
Although Tsuda had no interest in that area, he still enjoyed the sight of the arrogant diterranean wailing beneath him.
The beautiful future lasted less than three seconds, the clouds in the room suddenly dissipated, even the card in his hand turned back into the phone, only a layer of water on the ground proved the incident really happened.
"What's going on?"
"Looks like the supernatural abilities from gamification do not linger."
From the shadows, Aozawa erged, covered in flowing shadows, his true form invisible, his pair of red eyes caused Tsuda to feel an inexplicable fear.
"You."
Tsuda had just opened his mouth.
The shadow on Aozawa suddenly pierced through Tsuda's throat, then slamd him against the wall.
Bang bang bang, a burst of gunfire, bullets fell onto the shadow surface, entering the boundless Shadow World.
Aozawa looked at them, using his Hypnosis Ability, said, "Don't move, you co over and try lifting this table."
The man called was thin, with triangular eyes, he imdiately stepped forward, grasped the heavy desk with both hands, exerted force at his waist, and slowly lifted the desk.
"Do you feel your strength has increased?"
Aozawa asked.
The man holding the desk spoke, "Yes, I feel my strength has increased."
"Indeed."
Aozawa murmured to himself, looking at the sunflower on the ground, the extraordinary items from gamification won't continue to exist in this world after being deactivated.
But the physical strength gained from leveling through fighting monsters was tangible and could remain.
Even if he deactivated gamification, such enhancent wasn't great and its upper limit was uncertain.
As for directly giving extraordinary power to players who killed monsters, Aozawa couldn't set such absurd things.
He could only set an increase in human physical strength, that is, enhancing a person's basic attributes, or directly distorting a person into a monster form.
Only by ceasing to be human could one obtain power beyond humanity.
Naturally, Aozawa wouldn't change Iroha and Maggie's species, at most using subtle ways to enhance their physical qualities.
Initially possessing the Sound of Everything didn't enhance Iroha simply because she hadn't discovered her superpowers.
With the shield he applied, such enhancent wasn't necessary.
Now it's different, with such a legitimate excuse, it's fine to strengthen their physical qualities.
Aozawa had a related plan, decided to keep Iroha and Maggie together to increase their relationship.
He and the class leader were in one team.
Should Hojo and others join this trial?
After so thought, Aozawa decided to expand his personnel, recruiting in the capitals of various countries, leveling and fighting monsters together.
Aozawa's shadow quickly spread, swallowed up the remaining people and bodies completely, then using his Global Travel Ability, vanished from the spot.
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