Chapter 274

Time passed.

More and more people arrived at the crash site in one corner of the ancient city.

At this moment, the area was packed and overcrowded, yet not a single person dared enter the palace—they all watched from afar.

"Captain, based on the data we collected, the research team has determined that the glow of the Heian-kyo Palace is retreating; if we wait a little longer until the glow fully dissipates, we can enter."

When the elite team brought the analysis report, people grew even more at ease and continued waiting.

Until three hours had passed.

The calm waiting was broken.

A television reporter sat in a hovering helicopter, filming the descending palace and broadcasting the scene live.

"Dear viewers at home, I am honored to bring you live coverage of the crash site in this city corner. Look there—that is the palace corner that nearly obliterated our Earth… Oh my god!! A god?! Look up in the sky!"

As the reporter spoke, a glance from the corner of his eye caught two tiny dots in the distant sky—when he looked closer, they were people!

Whoever they were, the fact that they could fly proved they were undoubtedly transcendent.

Hastily, the camera swung toward the approaching figures, zooming in.

"Kamikawa Mitsu!!!"

"Holy shit, that's Kamikawa Mitsu!"

Before their televisions, many people jumped to their feet—the arrivals were Kamikawa Mitsu and his sister, Kamikawa Sashiko.

Far in the sky.

"Nisan, there are so many people."

Kamikawa Sashiko cried out, seeing the ground below the crash site teeming with people, resembling an ant colony from afar.

She blinked, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

"How many are there? Two thousand? Five thousand? Eight thousand?"

Then, under the gaze of billions watching both on-site and on television, Kamikawa Mitsu and Kamikawa Sashiko landed at the crash site.

Instantly, Kamikawa Sashiko ended her phone chat with Iori and the others.

Since it was her first time flying, Kamikawa Sashiko was ecstatic—this was not something ordinary people could achieve. While airborne, she frantically took photos of every mountain, river, and sea they passed, even snapping selfies, overjoyed.

Knowing Kamikawa Sashiko was delighted, snapping photos and sending them to Iori and the others to show off, Kamikawa Mitsu deliberately slowed his pace, giving her time to admire the scenery and chat—this was why it took him three full hours to reach Russia.

Otherwise, with Kamikawa Mitsu's speed, he could have arrived in seconds.

As soon as Kamikawa Mitsu landed, the previously crowded crowd instantly cleared a vast empty space around them—no one dared approach, all watching with reverence.

Those nearby knew well: though the young man before them looked harmless, he was a man who dared fight an entire world alone—more terrifying than gods or demons.

One misstep, and even nine lives wouldn't be enough.

Yet this did not dampen people's excitement—Kamikawa Mitsu's arrival strongly suggested the ancient palace corner held great opportunity, and even if one failed to obtain it, merely seeing this godlike transcendent up close made the journey worthwhile.

The already noisy crowd fell silent, every eye fixed on Kamikawa Mitsu.

People, emboldened, secretly took photos, frantically typing messages on their phones to friends.

"Haha, Ross, guess how close I am to Kamikawa Mitsu—ten meters! I'm only ten meters from Kamikawa Mitsu! Envious? Jealous? Wait till you hear this—I feel the air around me has become fresher since Kamikawa Mitsu arrived; I think if I breathe a few more times, I'll live longer."

"I'm so close to Kamikawa Mitsu—how do I get him to talk to me? Online waiting, urgent!"

"Guys, I think if I take a few more deep breaths, I'll awaken my transcendence—or even ascend to the heavens—but I'm terrified. There are too many people around—I'm afraid Kamikawa Mitsu's divine aura will be sucked up by them. I really want to inhale deeply, but I'm afraid he'll notice and get angry. What should I do?"

"Oh my god! I've actually seen my idol Kamikawa Mitsu in person! Girls, if I told him, 'Kamikawa Mitsu! I don't want to call you brother—I want to han your brother,' would that make me seem too forward?"

As the crowd grew ecstatic, especially women falling into fangirl hysteria, the Russian elite captain took a deep breath and walked toward Kamikawa Mitsu.

"Mr. Kamikawa, Miss Kamikawa, hello, I'm Myerke."

He stepped forward to introduce himself.

After all, this was Russia, and for such a towering figure like Kamikawa Mitsu to arrive, if Russia failed to show goodwill, it would be deeply embarrassing—so as the current highest commander, he naturally had to step forward.

"Hello." Kamikawa Mitsu and Kamikawa Sashiko replied.

After a brief exchange of greetings and expressing honor at Kamikawa Mitsu's arrival, Myerke did not disturb them further, wisely stepping away.

But at that moment—

"Mr. Myerke, are you planning to enter the Heian-kyo Palace fully armed?" Kamikawa Mitsu spoke.

Myerke halted, then answered honestly: "Yes, why, Mr. Kamikawa?"

"Personally, I advise you not to."

As the only transcendent present—and one comparable to a god or demon—Kamikawa Mitsu's conversation with Myerke naturally drew everyone's attention.

Instantly, those present looked puzzled.

What did Kamikawa Mitsu mean? Could they not enter fully armed?

"That is Heian-kyo—the ancient imperial capital," Kamikawa Mitsu said, glancing without concealment at the ancient city corner.

Myerke paled, suddenly understanding Kamikawa Mitsu's meaning—and broke into a cold sweat.

Holy shit! How did I forget this?

We came armed because we knew the ancient city corner was the dwelling of gods and demons—such a place must be dangerous. To protect ourselves, we naturally brought weapons.

Even if these weapons are practically useless, carrying them at least gives us peace of mind.

But we overlooked the crucial point.

Heian-kyo is an imperial capital—and the former residence of Tamamo-no-Mae. Who among the great would welcome intruders arriving armed? It is a blatant act of desecration.

Like the White House—any outsider who brings a gun inside gets shot instantly.

In ancient times, even more so: no one could enter an emperor's residence with weapons without his permission—violators were executed!

"Thank you for the warning, Mr. Kamikawa."

Myerke thanked profusely and immediately ordered his team to strip all gear.

Instantly, every elite member shed their equipment at breakneck speed—fast enough to break a Guinness record.

There was nothing for it—they were terrified. They hadn't expected that the lot of them had actually been lingering on the edge of death's door the whole time. It was damn scary. Thank goodness for Mr. Kamikawa's reminder; otherwise they'd have been done for.

"Mr. Kamikawa is a good man. Everyone clearly came for the opportunity, yet he still kindly warned us."

Faced with Kamikawa Mitsu's actions, the people present whispered and discussed among themselves nonstop, and that worship of Kamikawa Mitsu grew another degree more fervent.

At the same time, the crowd grew restless.

Everyone was searching themselves for any weapons or the like, terrified they might have accidentally brought something considered dangerous inside.

"Um, what counts as a dangerous weapon? I brought a bunch of stuff over and don't know which ones to toss."

"Dummy, isn't it simple? Just go online and look up which ones are controlled knives. If the authorities above can classify them as controlled knives, they must be harmful."

"Makes sense!"

Then they saw everyone present pull out their phones to look up controlled knives online.

Not just those present—many people in front of their TVs were also looking up controlled knives, just in case someday an opportunity appeared right before their eyes and they could be prepared not to bring controlled knives inside, avoiding danger.

For a time, the whole world's popular-science knowledge of controlled knives reached a level where nearly everyone on the globe knew about it.

Countless people were memorizing the popular science on controlled knives. Even Aikawa was considering whether to implement a gun ban—if someday an opportunity appeared in America and they went in to seek it, but someone accidentally brought a gun inside, they'd probably suffer for it too.

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