Chapter 257

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at a piece of merchandise featuring the Eternal King, lost in a daze, her gaze gradually turning resolute.

Even if it meant losing her dignity.

Even if it meant being looked down upon.

No matter what, she had to get close to that person, that Mr. Luo Shu.

She would cling to him if she had to.

She truly did not want to experience that panic, that feeling of being like an ant, ever again.

……

Chiba.

Looking at the vortex in the sky.

"You're still drinking tea? Do you know what time it is?"

Mr. Yukinoshita, the son-in-law, was sweating profusely, roaring: "Why haven't you told your daughter to go find him yet?

Don't think I don't know that for the past few days, she's been running to his house every day with that girl from the Shinomiya family."

Mrs. Yukinoshita took a calm sip of tea, looked at the vortex in the sky, and sighed.

Perhaps she really was wrong.

Her husband had truly changed.

……

A certain detached villa.

The golden-haired twin-tailed girl, terrified like a quail, hugged a pillow and looked at the older-looking loli, her voice trembling with tears.

"Mom, is it really going to be okay this time?"

Her mother had originally intended to take them out of Japan, but due to her firm opposition, they had to stay.

Sayuri smiled forcedly: "It's fine, it's fine. Trust in humanity."

………

It was already the era of self-media; news could not be contained at all.

Across the Eastern and Western Hemispheres.

London, Paris, Berlin, Brussels, Moscow, Tokyo, Seoul, Sydney, Jerusalem...

Panic was spreading.

Countless people had sweat on their brows as they watched the vortex on the screen grow larger and larger.

Even in places closer to Tokyo, one could already see the chaotic, profound, and ominous grand vortex spreading across the horizon.

This time was completely different.

The scale was too massive.

Would they be unable to survive this wave?

Every country.

Nuclear warheads were being loaded into launch racks one by one.

Missile silos were standing by, ready to fire.

Even in the vast oceans, the world's ultimate deterrents—strategic nuclear submarines—were all diving in unison.

They didn't even bother to hide their hidden nuclear weapons anymore; they were all laid out on the table.

If they couldn't get past this hurdle, there would be no future.

They were all shocked by each other; they were all such cunning old foxes.

Subsequently...

Nearly the entire global nuclear arsenal was aimed at various nodes of the Japanese archipelago; the largest nuclear explosion in history was about to bloom.

And to have it all concentrated on one country—what an honor.

Yeah.

Upon receiving this news, the big shots in Neon who couldn't escape Tokyo were so honored they were about to cry.

161. The Great Old One... Descends

Tokyo.

Screams, agony, wailing... countless sounds erupted throughout the city.

No one had expected that in the midst of a calm, ordinary day, countless monsters would suddenly burst out from the ground.

The exact same monsters that had been flooding the world's screens for the past few days.

But not just one—countless.

Roaring, grinning, tearing everything apart to serve as sacrifices for summoning the Evil God.

In just seven minutes, it had caused the deaths of 800, 00 people, and over three hundred city blocks had been destroyed.

More people were hiding everywhere in despair and fear.

Ordinary people... faced with monsters of this level, there was no possibility of resistance.

Even more cruel was this:

The total collapse of order had completely liberated the Evil God cultists who had previously been lurking beneath the surface.

"Hahaha, the protection of our God!"

"I heard it, I heard it, I heard the call of our God."

As a country of cults, Neon had as many cults as there were flies in a toilet.

Right now, they were laughing wildly, joyfully and unscrupulously capturing humans, blood-sacrificing to the Evil God, and summoning all sorts of absurd monsters.

For example, a giant whale the size of a skyscraper, covered in eyeballs and swimming through the sky, was caught in a total frenzy.

A demon covered in arms, walking on the earth like a giant vertical eye.

Wasps with blades for limbs, gnawing on humans...

All of Tokyo had fallen into a chaotic dance of demons.

It had completely become a human hell.

……

The outskirts of the city.

Densely packed tents formed a crude refugee camp.

Medical staff in white coats were covered in blood, working tirelessly, moving through the tents without a moment's rest.

Numb, terrified refugees waited anxiously.

The behemoths swimming above the city, the hideous monsters rampaging within, the pervasive wailing, and the murmuring chaotic sounds.

It was just too terrifying.

Some of them were tourists, some were just at work, and some were even there for a concert tour.

For instance, Sakurajima Mai, in her beautiful performance outfit.

If she hadn't been performing in Saitama Prefecture today, and for some reason her presence remained weak even in her performance outfit,

she might not have had a chance to escape to the refugee camp.

"What if we can't get out, Mai?"

Mrs. Sakurajima, who used to look like a strong career woman, was now pale, trembling in fear as she spoke: "The military says there might be Evil God cultists mixed in among us, so to prevent them from spreading, the Tokyo metropolitan area has been completely locked down."

Sakurajima Mai did not answer; her mother didn't need an answer either.

She looked worriedly at the city covered by the profound vortex in the distance, clutching her fair hands tightly.

Kaede was still there.

In this situation...

"Hahahahaha, it's all an illusion, it's all an illusion..."

A blonde man with sunken eye sockets and a pale face ran past them: "Don't try to fool this King, it's all an illusion."

He danced and jumped around, pointing at the people around him: "Idiots, you're all idiots, you've been fooled.

How could there be any gods or demons in this world?

How could these things possibly exist?

Impossible, impossible, hahahahaha, it's all fake, fake."

Then, as the medical staff in white coats came to grab him, his expression changed, and he fled for his life: "You lackeys of the Evil God, don't think you can catch me.

Let go of this King, I won't take the medicine, I am the oldest and strongest King, Gilgamesh... Ah—————~."