Chapter 446 The Aftermath of the Cyber War

The little boy ran back to his room crying.

He shouted while wiping away tears.

"Dad is a bad guy! Dad is a bad guy!"

The man impatiently picked up the remote control, pressed it hard, and turned on the TV.

Women complained about him.

"Really, Kojiro is still a child, dad is too strict!"

"child!"

The man shouted.

"I will go to junior high school next year! Give me back my child! Look at this guy. He didn't even rank in the top three in the class in this exam. What will he do when he grows up like this?"

"I didn't do well in the exam this time. I'll just have to work next time. Dad, it's true. Kojiro obviously likes Ultraman so much, but you even threw away his set collection and figures! Be careful that Kojiro won't forgive you in the future... …”

The man waved the remote control.

"This guy dares not to forgive me and rebel against me!"

"And that Ultraman! It's ridiculous. There is no Ultraman in this world, and there are no monsters. How long will it take for that guy Kojiro to understand this!"

"He will go to junior high school next year and still believes in Ultraman. This kind of kid will never achieve anything in this life!"

The man made his judgment decisively.

The TV is on, it's the news station.

"Let's take a look at the news in the Tokyo area..."

"Zi la...Zi la..."

There was a flash of snowflakes.

"Ouch!"

"Golzan, the monster that shook the earth..."

The TV screen jumped between news and monsters. One second it was the host in a suit and leather tie, introducing the theme seriously, and the next second it was an ultra-ancient dinosaur waving its forelimbs and crawling out of the magma.

The man and woman behind the TV fell silent, quietly watching the monster Gorzan show off his power that shook the earth.

"The child's father..."

"Well, I'm going to see if Jiro is asleep."

The man staggered to his feet and almost fell.

"correct."

He seemed to remember something.

"The garbage truck hasn't come yet."

"Ultraman's figures and settings..."

The thumping footsteps quickly faded away, and there was a sudden loud noise, indicating that the man fell.

The woman shook her head, dumbfounded.

On this day, similar incidents occurred frequently in Japan.

A middle school classroom.

"Come on, students, let's watch the big screen."

The teacher motioned to the slide.

The young faces of the students looked up.

"Elephant...elephant..."

A certain Nohara Shinnosuke child is performing his dance.

A city promotional video is played on the big screen in the square.

Pedestrians come and go, bustling with people.

Shocking sound waves came from the speakers.

They were all startled, looked left and right, and quickly found the source of the sound.

All eyes are on the big screen.

This is the opening of a movie.

Several large characters appear on it.

"The Sinking of the Island Nation"

Not only that.

The slogan on the electronic display beside the road was changed to "From now on, I will stand at the top!"

The audience of a certain Bleach anime smiled knowingly, wondering if this was some kind of warm-up event. No matter how many times I mentioned it, Aizen-sama is really handsome.

Only the author of the comic wanted to cry.

"Quickly tell me! What should I do to solve it?"

"Where is your Zanpakutō!"

"How to awaken the holy text!"

Mr. Kubo held his head in pain.

"How many times have I told you!"

"What a Zanpakutō! What a Hajime! What a holy text!"

"It's just the comic settings I made up!"

"Comics! Comics! Comics!"

"Do you even know what comics are?"

He was hysterical.

"Haha, why aren't you being honest?"

The interrogator sneered and played a video.

"You watch it!"

Mr. Kubo looked up in confusion.

In the video, there is a girl with a round head and round face, holding a bamboo sword, walking in the heavy snow.

Just when Kubo was wondering what this video meant, he heard the girl in the video speaking. Even the heavy snow in the sky could not block her voice. It was clearly transmitted to Kubo's ears outside the screen. The moment he heard the words clearly. , eyes widened in shock.

"The first solution: reach the sky."

Then the wind and snow all over the sky cleared, and the sky was as clear as jasper.

"This...this is!"

Kubo was stunned.

The interrogator sneered again.

"Be tough!"

"Quickly tell me, where is your Zanpakutō!"

Kubo woke up from his nightmare.

It's that again...

He sighed sadly.

How to say this kind of thing? Even he, a cartoonist and a guy who weaves false dreams for children and adults, finds it unbelievable.

Obviously the Zanpakutō and Hajime are just his settings in the manga.

It actually came true in this reality.

Kubo sighed again when he thought of this.

It was precisely because of this that he was targeted by Cheng Zanpakutō and Hajime.

Kubo still doesn't know the origin of this mysterious organization, but he is certain that their energy must be quite large, to an extent beyond imagination.

Nonsense, they already used bazookas in Tokyo, how can it be no big deal?

They were very eager at first, using different tricks on Kubo every day, hoping to pry out the secrets of Hakkake and the Zanpakuto from his mouth.

But what do you want Kubo to say about something you don’t even know!

He originally thought that these people were obsessed with reading comics, and he thought it was outrageous. Kubo also heard that a light novel writer was so late on his manuscript that he was visited by a private detective hired by a reader. Living in a small dark room, not listening to what is going on outside the window and only writing updates.

But for Kubo to think that he was being arrested and interrogated for a non-existent manga setting was outrageous.

But later, when he watched the video of the girl with a round head and a round face, and confirmed again and again that it was not some Hollywood special effects.

Kubo's world view collapsed.

Even he himself had doubts.

Kubo stared at his hands suspiciously.

Maybe... I really have some talent that can draw false settings into reality... maybe!

Thinking this way, Kubo was filled with excitement.

After a month, all the excitement cooled down to ice coldness.

Any talent or understanding is all lies!

The mysterious organization probably had similar conjectures. They gave Kubo a setting and story outline and asked Kubo to draw.

Then, his hell came.

When I wake up every day, I do nothing but draw. Things like eating and going to the toilet are all regulated to the extent of seconds. It was acceptable at first, but as time goes by, I even want to die.

Can you imagine what it would be like to go to the toilet and there are men in black standing guard outside the partition?

Once the timeout expired, the black hole's muzzle was pointed at his forehead, which frightened Kubo psychologically.

When will days like this end!

Kubo sighed and opened the letter.

"Yesterday's heroine didn't handle it well. She was too naive. Please be stronger."

"There is also the awakening of the protagonist. I think he should be more handsome. You know what I mean, the kind of handsome that makes people awe and want to applaud at a glance."

Kubo's hand holding the letter was shaking.

Finally, considering that he only had one life, he didn't break the letter.

After all, this was the handiwork of a big shot in the mysterious organization. Every day Kubo would submit his completed drawings and receive a reply the next day.

Sometimes it's a thin piece of paper, sometimes it's a thick stack.

In the beginning, it was still a business-like tone, but later, it turned into a reflection after reading the comic.

This gives Kubo the feeling that a big figure in a mysterious organization has become his own reader.

He shook his head vigorously.

No, no, what on earth was he thinking? How could such a powerful mysterious organization...

But now, Kubo had to believe that this big man had really become his reader.

Moreover, his reader is also a guy who has considerable insights into the plot trends and character settings of comics.

The daily replies gradually turned from my thoughts after reading them into tomorrow’s plot guide.

But who is Kubo!

He is a poet who also works as a cartoonist.

This is the work of a cartoonist and a poet, so I know that Mr. Kubo must be proud and proud.

Therefore, it is no surprise that the next day he thought hard and scratched his head, and finally completed the new day's drawing according to the guidance of the reply letter.

What, you mean proud?

joke!

Sir, times have changed for the better.

Proudness sounds good and makes people awe-inspiring, but you can't resist the fact that the person next to you has a gun in his hand. The most popular thing to do is send razors, but he is better. There are people holding guns next to the comics, for fear of you. Falling asleep can be said to be the most heart-warming thing.

It's just that he is awe-inspiring and handsome...

Kubo's hands were trembling, and his facial expression was extremely expressive.

Who can tell him what it means to be awe-inspiring and handsome?

…………

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Sakura asked.

Yuan Zhi inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth and hummed.

"Thinking of a funny guy, nothing."

Crow and Yaksha leaned aside.

They were taking the observation elevator of Genji Heavy Industries, which was a miracle of engineering. It went straight from the first floor to the top floor, hundreds of meters in height, in one go.

There is a space elevator setting in science fiction novels. Human beings can take this creation directly from the ground to low-Earth orbit in space, and then go to the space city.

Science fiction is of course fantasy, but if you want to find the closest creation to a space elevator on this planet, there is no doubt that it is Genji Heavy Industries’ “Ladder to the Sky.”

As the height rises, the scenery of Tokyo spreads out below. The crow can see the sea in the distance, and the endless flow of people below. There may be senior executives of large societies, but also Yakuza walking on the streets. Their identities and status are very different. But at this moment, without exception, they are all at his feet.

He was Crow, a man of the lowest Yakuza origin.

"Watch your eyes."

Yasha reminded him.

"He who looks down will never reach the top."

"You and I have sworn to follow" the young master until his death.

"Young Master is someone who is destined to move forward, no matter what, he must move forward."

"So you and I too."

Crow squinted at him.

Also lower your voice.

"I'm telling you, you guy."

He paused.

The expression on his face was even more difficult.

"What are you talking about?"

Yasha opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally just patted the crow's shoulder without saying anything, saying nothing.

Although this guy didn't say anything, in the eyes of the crow, there was no doubt that he despised himself.

"Yaksha, you guy!"

Crow clenched his fists.

"Want to fight?" Yasha ignored him completely and looked ahead.

The crow was about to get angry when he heard a ding.

Destination arrived.

Crow snorted lightly, and under Sakura's gaze back, he quickly straightened his suit and held his head high.

The elevator opened, with Yuan Zhisheng in front, and a group of people filed out.

Stepping on the wooden floor, with gorgeous ukiyo-e paintings on both sides, it feels like you are in an antique mansion.

And when you realize that this is a high-rise building hundreds of meters above the ground, you will involuntarily feel like you are looking up to the mountains.

If you think about it, you will know that decorating the top floor of Genji Heavy Industries with such a view must have paid a huge price.

But it doesn’t matter no matter how high the price is.

Because this is the will of a man named Masamune Tachibana, the contemporary head of the Eight Sheqi Family, the emperor who sits in the shadow of this country.

As long as he wants to, let alone transforming a certain floor of Genji Heavy Industries into the appearance of an ancient house, even restoring the Emperor's Palace one to one is not impossible.

The title of Shadow Emperor is not as simple as talking about it.

"Young master!"

The samurai guarding the door held the sword at his waist and bowed to Yuan Zhisheng.

"Um."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

A warrior opened the door without raising his head, nor even casting a glance into the door.

He hunched back.

Yuan Zhisheng walked inside.

A samurai stretched out his hand after Yuan Zhisheng passed and stopped the three people behind him.

"I said you don't want to live anymore..."

Crow glared and bumped forward.

The samurai was so silent that he unsheathed his sword.

"return!"

Yaksha held the crow.

He gave me a stern look.

"You idiot, don't cause trouble to the young master!"

The commotion at the door quickly subsided.

Inside the door, the old man playing with the tea set smiled kindly.

"Childish."

Tachibana Masamune pushed a cup of tea to the other side.

"You retainers are very interesting."

"It's because of my poor discipline."

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head slightly.

"I'm sorry for making you laugh."

"Hahaha."

Tachibana Masamune smiled softly while stroking his hands.

"The so-called retainers should regard their lord as something more important than their own lives. In my opinion, this young man named Crow is a bit reckless, but his loyalty is more precious than gold."

"Is that so? I'll thank you on behalf of Crow Crow."

Yuan Zhisheng smiled.

"Speaking of which, if this kid knew that everyone valued him so much, the crow would definitely be so happy that he would dance for joy."

"Hahaha."

Tachibana Masamune waved his hand.

"Please don't say that. I am just an old man who is about to be buried. The future belongs to you young people. What does my evaluation as an old man mean?" "

"Young man..."

Yuan Zhisheng turned the tea cup in his palm.

At a certain moment, the man's eyes changed.

He drank the tea in one gulp with the heroic spirit of drinking.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked directly into Tachibana Masamune's eyes.

"Parents."

He said.

"Since the future belongs to young people, can you stop Kaguya's actions?"

The air of silence enveloped the place.

"oh."

Tachibana Masamune slowly cleaned the tea set.

His hands looked wrinkled, had a few age spots, and were full of traces of time.

But just such a pair of hands can determine the future of an island country.

"Zhisheng, can you tell me who asked you to come?"

"Your good friend in North America?"

"Or Mr. Principal?"

"neither."

Yuan Zhisheng replied.

"I met Mr. Lu during the trial of bronze and fire not long ago."

The boy as dazzling as the sun seemed to appear before Yuan Zhisheng's eyes again.

It's really strange.

He is obviously a strong man, but he does not have the posture that a strong man should have. As long as he shuts up, he is an out-and-out strong man. But once Lu Mingfei opens his mouth to speak, the image of a strong man collapses instantly, and you may even develop a serious ego. Doubtful, is this guy still a strong man? What a joke! If you think about it carefully, you will think that this guy is a strong man, so he must be suffering from some serious illness.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled involuntarily.

Lu Jun is such an interesting guy.

"I still have an unfinished battle with him."

"Then, if you can."

"I hope he comes back to Kassel."

Tachibana Masamune raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Childish."

"It sounds like you are saying that there is no other person's will. You are only looking for me this time because of yourself..."

He paused and reorganized his words.

"Oh, no."

"It should be said that it is because that S-class guy from Cassel came to me simply because of who he is."

"Is that so?"

Tachibana Masamune saw Yuan Zhisheng nodding silently.

He shook his head and sighed.

"I know your pride, Zhisheng."

"I can be seen in your eyes and regarded as an opponent."

"S-level, S-level."

"As expected of the next leader of the Camarilla."

"It seems that our principal has indeed found a very good successor."

"Dad."

Source corrected.

"Not a rival."

"Jun Lu is a target that I need to chase."

"I see."

Tachibana Masamune nodded in understanding.

They had another cup of tea.

"So, dad, what's your answer?"

"Haha, childish, childish, you have really grown up."

"You can actually talk to daddy in a questioning tone."

Despite saying this, Tachibana Masamune's smile looked particularly cheerful, with no sign of anger at all.

As we all know, the contemporary heads of the eight Sheqi families and their young heads have a surprisingly harmonious relationship. Power struggles often occur in big families. There is no trace of this in Tachibana Masamune and Minamoto Chisheng.

It is really unbelievable to say that Tachibana Masamune and Minamoto Chisei, two people, obviously occupy high positions, but they can have a harmonious relationship like an ordinary father and son, and the father is kind and the son is filial.

Masamune Tachibana has said more than once, even in front of other parents, that he hopes that Minamoto Chisei can take over the responsibility on his shoulders as soon as possible and lead the mixed race in this country as the head of the eight Sheqi families. Towards a new era.

No one would doubt that Masamune Tachibana, who said these words, had feelings for Minamoto. There is no doubt that he truly treats Yuan Zhisheng as his own child.

This is also a matter of course. If Tachibana Masamune's feelings for Minamoto Chisei are all fake, and they are all disguised and performed by him, then this person...

No, there is no such if.

Tachibana Masamune is Tachibana Masamune, the most respected and loved patriarch of the Eight Sheqi Family. Without this man, the Eight Sheqi Family and the mixed race of the island country, which were in a state of decline after World War II, would have perished under the suppression of Anger. .

There would never be such a prosperous situation as it is now.

It can be said that the Sheqi family was able to struggle out of the ruins after World War II, all thanks to this man named Tachibana Masamune.

Without him, the Sheqi family would not be what it is today.

The same is true for Yuan Zhisheng.

Without his father, he would not be where he is today.

"But, childish."

Tachibana Masamune said.

"The war has begun."

Yes, the war has begun.

The battleground is the country’s internet.

Two artificial intelligences, Norma and Kaguya, or in other words, two gods of the online world, are using the country's network as a battlefield, fighting with their bayonets red.

Gods are gods. This is no exaggeration. Just the aftermath of the battle has already made the country restless. All activities related to the Internet have encountered problems of this kind on this day.

There has been a commotion on the forum, and the country's netizens are excited. In their view, this is undoubtedly a war. It is a declaration of war by other countries on the island country's network. They must respond and use the toughest means.

Similar remarks can be seen everywhere on the island nation's network. It seems that a huge force is about to take shape. Several hacker groups that usually communicate with each other contacted each other and decided to abandon their previous suspicions and work together in just a few words.

"Old K, oh, isn't this Old K?"

"The clown is here too."

"Where's the emperor? Is that guy here?"

"Gentlemen, the honor and disgrace of the country rests with this one action."

"Stop talking nonsense, I just want to compete with the masters."

"No matter what you think or what your purpose is, in short, the ten most powerful hackers in our country are here. Let us join forces and let the world see the greatness of our nation and..."

Before I finished typing this line, the account avatar turned gray.

This is the hacker codenamed "Emperor" and the person who organized them.

But why did he stop talking before he finished speaking?

power failure?

Or have you run out of internet bills?

A sense of absurdity arose in their hearts.

How can it be!

The Emperor was recognized as the strongest among them.

How could the chain be dropped for such ridiculously low-level reasons as power outages or Internet charges?

Just when several hackers were surprised and confused, something happened to them.

One account after another went offline.

And in reality.

The emperor sat blankly, looking at the black screen of the computer in front of him.

There are only three words on it.

Domineering and strong.

It's just a notification, not what he thinks.

These three words are...

"requisitioned"

The island nation's network, which was originally bustling with noise, cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course this is not something done by any department in this country.

In fact, even the operators in the network department could only take their hands off the keyboard at this moment, raise the white flag, and watch the war taking place in their territory with the mentality of believers worshiping gods.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

A certain congressman's roar came from the microphone.

The usually aloof and unassuming minister was being trained like a grandson at this moment. He was sweating profusely and looked frightened. He held the microphone in both hands and yelled "yes", "yes" and "yes" with all his strength. He was still bowing deeply, as if the distinguished congressman was roaring opposite him instead of on the other end of the phone.

"Aso! Here's the supercomputer assigned to your department!"

"With the existence of Amaterasu-1, why do you still allow hackers to show off their power on our network!"

Minister Aso smiled bitterly.

"I'm very sorry, my lord."

"Amaterasu-1...Amaterasu-1..."

He said with difficulty.

"Amaterasu 1 has been hijacked."

There was a long silence.

It was so quiet that Minister Aso could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

He felt like every day was like a year.

Finally, Mr. Congressman spoke.

The impact of "this incident" is serious.

"Pray, Aso."

"If the worst happens, you know what to do."

Aso's hand unconsciously touched his stomach and bounced away like an electric shock.

Haru... hara-kiri?

He pursed his lips.

"yes."

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