Chapter 1042: , Ganges, Conquer the World!

The phone rang sometime after 1 a. m. Uesugi Muneyuki leaned against the sofa in his home at Sakata Bridge Tower, the cold glow of the phone screen illuminating his face.

He had just finished showering, his hair still not completely dry, while Minami was already asleep in the bedroom, Eirina and Asuka had each returned to their rooms to rest, and only one floor lamp was lit in the living room, casting a dim, quiet yellow light.

After returning from the Metropolitan Police Department, Uesugi Muneyuki fell into thought.

Hirate's death might not be that simple.

At least it doesn't look as simple as it appears on the surface.

But this matter currently involves too much; Uesugi Muneyuki thought it over and still felt that overturning the table now would be too irrational, and besides, you need people like Nanko Taro to help you fight the Ganges Superman—they naturally have no problem with that, but you want Nanko Taro and those people to go fight the local dragon heads and National Diet members, and those people might not necessarily be willing.

As the web novel Uesugi Muneyuki likes so much says, when you choose your sequence and promotion path, that also means you have chosen your friends and enemies.

Uesugi Muneyuki chose the path of relying on the system to exert his strength, so naturally he cannot afford to clash too severely with the system.

Entertain, behead, take as a dog.

He has merely reached the step of entertaining; going further down is not impossible, but what is the point?

Even the Ganges Superman cannot withstand an M1A1.

Moreover, the existence of Nankō Fūrō and his group also indicates one thing: if pushed to the limit, some countries may indeed harbor such power internally.

At that moment, his private phone rang.

Sakura?

He answered the phone, hearing Sakura's voice come from the handset, strained with effort to suppress but still leaking out grievance: "Uesugi-sama—I'm fine. Really fine."

Sakura told Uesugi Muneyuki what had happened to her.

"You got hit in the head by a twenty-ton steel coil, and you tell me you're fine?" Uesugi Muneyuki lowered his voice, not wanting to wake Minami.

But in his mind he quickly calculated: the sheath of the Sword of Heavenly Clouds. The Dharma Body of the Peacock Bright King.

Her physical body is no longer ordinary human flesh and blood; being struck by a steel coil on the head is like a normal adult being hit on the head by an apple.

That bag of hers will probably go down by tomorrow morning.

The former weak Sakura is dead!!!

You cannot kill someone who is already dead!

Come on! Magnetic field rotating one million horsepower! Kill deepseek tyrant fist!!!

My Sakura's forehead has already broken through the heavenly gate teeth!!!

"Did anyone see it?"

"Moriya Akane saw it." Sakura's voice dropped: "At the time she was right beside me—I pushed her away, she's fine, but looking at my eyes, she seemed a little surprised——"

Uesugi Muneyuki fell silent for a few seconds: "Did you tell her the truth? What is the Sword of Heavenly Clouds and me—something like the Seven Wheels Great Wisdom King?"

"No. I said—I said I'm a Shaolin monk who has practiced iron head since childhood. She seemed not to believe it, but didn't ask further." Sakura's voice sounded somewhat embarrassed.

"That's fine." Uesugi Muneyuki leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes for a moment: "Don't make a fuss outside. The fewer people who know your identity, the better. As for Moriya Akane, it's fine. She is the girlfriend of Date Nagamune, tight-lipped, and she herself has a bunch of things she cannot make public; Date that guy is a big mouth, and she knows many things about the Special Mission Division."

The other end of the phone fell silent for a while.

Then Sakura's voice suddenly rose an octave, carrying the shock of something suddenly pierced through, completely unexpected: "Ah!! Moriya Akane is Date-sama's girlfriend? That Date Nagamune? The one from the Special Mission Division? She——she

But she's an active idol! Deputy captain of Red Slope 46! She actually has a boyfriend?"

Uesugi Muneyuki held the phone slightly farther away, rubbed his ears. "You're not either? Hirate isn't either?"

"———I! Ah, yeah! So I also———" Sakura became embarrassed at this.

In fact, just as Uesugi Muneyuki thought, Sakura had not been without thoughts of leaving him.

She now makes a big name and big money, has enough popularity and status, and naturally feels that everything she currently has is earned through her own efforts, not given by others' resources and opportunities to lift her up.

Japan's entertainment industry and the United States' entertainment industry are very similar; a female entertainer will sleep with a director or producer for a role or audition, but it is very rare to have long-term someone as a plaything.

However, what truly makes Sakura different from Hirate is.

Being with Uesugi Muneyuki is very stimulating.

This is also why Minami, Eirina, and others are so obsessed with Uesugi Muneyuki.

Women are naturally drawn to stimulation and uncertainty, while Uesugi Muneyuki has to deal with countless cases and sudden situations, but he always manages to turn the impossible into possible.

And afterward, as Sakura learned the secrets of the Inner World, she naturally could no longer consider leaving.

Mai-sama will kill me!

Ah, so I already died, then it's fine.

Probably, the biggest difference between Hirate and her lies right here.

"You're also an idol. Active. You also have a boyfriend. And your boyfriend is currently on the phone with you, still telling you not to let the steel coil hitting your head get out." Uesugi Muneyuki didn't know Sakura had thought of so much to complain.

The other end of the phone fell silent again, then Sakura said in a muffled voice that sounded like "you're absolutely right": "———I really seem to have no right to say others, but isn't this just female idols, does anyone really think you can form a band for life———oh no, be an idol for life? Idols, once you get in, are meant to prepare to find a way out———"

"So you two both don't make a fuss. Tell Moriya Akane, just say this is an internal matter of the Special Mission Division, let her treat it as part of a mission to handle, she will understand, she and Date have been in love that long, she knows some things she shouldn't know, Date this kid is also, says everything to the outside."

"Okay." Sakura responded, but immediately added: "But Muneyuki———that steel coil, I flattened it. Such a big steel coil, dented a large chunk. There were still other people at the scene, people walking along the embankment, someone took a video with their phone———what to do?"

Uesugi Muneyuki thought. "Have your injury photos been leaked?"

"No. I covered my head, no one filmed my face."

"Then it's fine. Leave the steel coil matter to Date's side to handle. Just say it was an accident caused by unidentified persons using illegally modified vehicles to transport industrial waste. You return to Tokyo tonight, don't stay longer in Sendai. I'll handle the rest."

"Okay." Sakura's voice finally steadied, carrying a sense of "you handle things, I'm at ease": "Muneyuki, should I hang up? Moriya Akane is still beside me, she was pushed and fell on the gravel, her knee scraped, I'll help her first."

"Go ahead."

After the phone hung up, Uesugi Muneyuki put his phone on the coffee table, leaned back in the sofa, and closed his eyes for a while.

He was thinking about Sakura's current state; she has already been remade into the sheath of the Sword of Heavenly Clouds, the Dharma Body of the Peacock Bright King.

Being hit by a twenty-ton steel coil and only getting a bump—is that possible?

Sakura, you take on two-faced Sukuna!

She is no longer just a "little idol riding his heat" beside him.

She is the Sword of Heavenly Clouds in his hand, a being who can block a fatal blow and slay gods at critical moments.

He needs to think carefully about how to use her.

But he is too tired now.

Let's talk about it tomorrow!

And indeed, as Uesugi Muneyuki had foreseen, Vikram's outcome of staying silent was waiting for diplomatic intervention!

In the following days, Vikram was detained in the underground detention facility of the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the interrogation continued, but he remained silent throughout.

Every day he was brought into the interrogation room, sat on that chair, eyes closed, like a statue being moved around.

No matter how Sugishita Ukyo questioned him, no matter how Uchimura Kanji changed strategies, no matter how the information analyst displayed on the screen those familiar dispatch company photos and the satellite map of Goa, he did not speak again.

The only exception was the morning after Uesugi Muneyuki's solitary interrogation, when Vikram, being escorted in the hallway, saw Uesugi, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, an extremely small movement.

What can you do to me?

Sorry, having strength means you can do as you please!

And in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building in Kasumigaseki, Tokyo, the situation was becoming more complex than the silence in the interrogation room.

On the third day, the U. S. Embassy in Japan formally submitted a diplomatic note to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with restrained wording but a clear stance: the U. S. side demanded that Vikram Fernandez be handed over to the U. S. Forces Japan Command for a "special security assessment," on the grounds that "the suspect's abnormal physiological functions may be related to transnational biological experiments involving U. S. citizens' interests."

On the afternoon the note was delivered, General Zakari of the U. S. Forces Japan Command held a brief press conference at Yokota Base, facing the camera, and said in an unyielding tone: "We are not requesting. We are reminding the Japanese government

That according to relevant provisions of the U. S. -Japan Status of Forces Agreement, in special cases involving U. S. military security interests, Japan has the obligation to cooperate with U. S. investigative needs. We hope Japan understands this."

This undoubtedly placed immense pressure on the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, for undoubtedly, the United States is Japan's most important partner in national strategy and diplomatic system, and even in the entire financial and trade system; in fact, Japan has remained grateful since the 1970s, when the U. S. opened its automobile market to Japan, leading to today's Toyota Group, and if it weren't for MacArthur's false report of U. S. forces in Japan in the 1950s, and his large-scale military grain relief for disaster victims, Japan does not know how many would have starved to death.

And when the U. S. requested extradition, and U. S. Vice President Zhakom—D—Khölch proposed that, depending on the situation, negotiations with Japan on tariff increases could be postponed for at least six months, the cabinet in Nagatacho considered this an unavoidable condition.

And in New Delhi, the Indian government's response was faster than America's.

At the regular press conference on the fourth day, when asked by a journalist about this matter, Magic Flute Old Immortal did not evade, did not use diplomatic language to deflect, but spoke directly, revealing eyes as steadfast as Vishnu's, each word as if painstakingly polished by a hundred Asuras: "We have already noted the relevant circumstances in Japan's handling of this case. Vikram Fernandez is an Indian citizen and should be extradited to India to face judicial trial. India is a nation with an ancient civilization, and our people have demonstrated physical strength and willpower far beyond ordinary humans throughout our long history. We respect Japan's laws, but we also hope Japan respects India's sovereignty and citizens' rights."

Immediately, a journalist in the press seats followed up: "Prime Minister, do you mean that India indeed has groups of people with special physiques like the 'Ganges Superman'? We have seen in the live broadcast that Vikram fears no bullets! His speed, endurance, and defensive power have already surpassed human limits!"

Magic Flute Old Immortal pondered for a moment, finally revealing a rather proud expression: "We are an ancient people.

Our veins flow with five thousand years of blood. Some things are not understandable to all nations."

"Indian civilization is ancient and uninterrupted; we have experienced one great national unity after another, of bloodline great fusion. On this, I merely wish to say: India is a nation of 1.4 billion people, our DNA bank is the richest in the world, I only wish to say, anythingispossible!"

The entire press conference venue erupted!

Magic Flute Old Immortal, is this an admission?

This is also, too cool!

Within minutes after the press conference ended, this statement was retransmitted by major news websites worldwide in various languages.

"India indeed has Ganges Supermen!"

"Magic Flute admits India's special physique groups!"

"Indian bloodline is the world's ruler!"

"Hail Hinduism! Heavenly Father and Heavenly Elder Brother above! I am the second son of Brahma!"

On social media, hashtags spread like a lit fuse of gunpowder, from New Delhi to Tokyo, from London to New York, from Johannesburg to São Paulo, the roar of Magic Flute Old Immortal's five-thousand-year strongest sound shook the world!

The style in the comment section rapidly shifted from initial serious analysis to a kind of chaotic mix of shock, mockery, and unease.

"Ahhh~ Five thousand years of glorious history, Ashoka, did you see? This prosperous age, as you wished!"

"So those jokes about Ganges water curing all diseases might not be jokes?"

"I've drunk Ganges water steeped in tea for three years—now can I withstand bullets?"

"If India truly has such people, why don't they send them to the Olympics? Why are India's Olympic gold medals still so few?"

"Because it doesn't conform to our Indian doctrine? Does this conform to the worldview of Abemujika?"

"Look at Magic Flute's expression! He's right—how we Indians appear internationally must be said by us Indians themselves. Do you understand India? Have you been to India? You make hasty judgments because you don't understand India! In fact, we Indians are all Vikram!"

"Holy cow! Indians are all strong alkali criminals harming shrimp? Then I dare not go even more!"

The Japanese government fell into a silent diplomatic nightmare over the next forty-eight hours.

The switchboard operators at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs received inquiry calls five times more than usual, and both the U. S. Embassy and the Indian Embassy were requesting to arrange as soon as possible meetings between their consular officers and Vikram.

And Vikram himself, in the single-occupancy detention room of the facility, showed no reaction to all this. He sat on that metal bed, back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing evenly.

The corner of his mouth still bore that extremely faint smile.

What can you do to me?

Even if you are stronger than me, fiercer than me, don't you still fear the Fat Man and the Little Boy?

Wake up, the times have changed, Japanese people, the times have changed, Uesugi Muneyuki, and also Black Sun, Sora, and Agya!

The world, in the end, belongs to us Indians!

And at this moment, Uesugi Muneyuki also found Police Commissioner Watanabe Eiji.

Watanabe Eiji was similarly stressed because of this matter.

"So we can only let this guy go, is that right?" Uesugi Muneyuki furrowed his brow.

"Theoretically speaking, we should not let any bad person go, but————recently the pressure from Nagatacho has been great, you know, the operation of the system, many times we cannot avoid producing many necessary evils." Watanabe Eiji lifted his head from the thick stack of documents: "Muneyuki————you————"

"When is the handover?" Uesugi Muneyuki thought for a moment, then suddenly said.

Watanabe Eiji was stunned, seemingly not understanding why Uesugi Muneyuki suddenly asked this.

In the office, for a full one minute and fifty-five seconds, no one spoke.

And then, Watanabe Eiji finally changed his expression: "Muneyuki, you————are you saying————"

"Isn't it a necessary evil? Who wouldn't do the same!"