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Chapter 453: Ken Asahi
In a building in the bustling city of Tokyo, Japan, a group of individuals in executive suits cleared their throats and adjusted their postures at the sound of sharp footsteps.
They drew closer and closer until the door was opened by the assistant of Mrs. Fukushima, and she walked in.
Mrs. Fukushima laid eyes on the table in the room and the man seated on one side of it with two other individuals, a female and a male.
On the other hand, the man seated in the middle rose to his feet first, then the other two followed.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you once again, Mrs. Fukushima." Haruto shook hands with Mrs. Fukushima before they all went to their seats.
Sitting before the most powerful woman in the country was certainly much different from sitting to discuss with the prime minister. The Heads had greater national and international power without looking like they did.
"You called for a meeting. What is the problem?" Mrs. Fukushima tilted her head.
Haruto cleared his throat. "It’s about the gate that appeared in the heart of Tokyo. The House Of Order spoke about it, about the plague it could bring. We know that they’ve cleared the gate they spoke about in Scotland."
"What are you suggesting, Haruto? That we bring external forces to aid us? Does Japan need aid?" Mrs. Fukushima’s tone was sharp.
The minister pursed his lips.
"All we know is that they went into the gate and came out. Did you see what they fought in Scotland? That young man called Godfrey is an international fraud. I have no doubt of his strength, but that doesn’t make him any less of a fraud. He wants to go around ripping hundreds of millions or even a billion from different nations. Have you ever thought, ’What can he fund with that?’"
"Mrs. Fukushima, the House Of Order has strength. Godfrey is renowned as the King of Summoners, no one has gotten such a title in a hundred years, and his partner is called the Mother of Dragons. Both of them alone are worth a dozen demigods. Losing a billion or more is worth saving our citizens."
Mrs. Fukushima took a deep breath when she heard that. "You must be quite brave to speak so foolishly before me. Do you think I want the citizens of Japan to suffer? There are countless red gates within our country, and we have mobilised our forces to deal with them. We are also handling threats in other countries without the means to defend themselves. Do you think it’s that gate, which is even smaller than the others and has a much weaker tier, that will bring ruin?"
Haruto responded softly. "What if what he said is true? Shouldn’t we set up a force to ensure that doesn’t happen? We’re already stretched thin."
"We’re not. I’ve sent our most talented summoner to deal with it."
Haruto looked at his subordinates when he heard that. "Our most talented summoner?"
Mrs. Fukushima smirked. She knocked on the table, and her assistant walked in. The assistant handed a file to the minister.
As he opened it, Mrs. Fukushima began to speak. "His father served this country well, and he also has a patriotic spirit. He just awakened a summon some months ago, making him one of this new age’s talents. I call him the Godfrey Daniels of the age of gods."
She smirked.
"92% Symbiosis! This is the most absurd mutation I’ve seen." The minister struggled to retain his cool.
"It’s record breaking." Mrs. Fukushima smirked proudly. "Although there are side effects to that, his summon is what we call a perfect pair of a humanoid and a beast, both powerful and yet working together in wonderful harmony." Mrs. Fukushima crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms.
"Ken Asahi." Haruto murmured.
What he saw documented here was amazing. They had quite a few demigods, but this young man was under the radar all this while. He could see that this young man would definitely be one of the few to decide this era.
"I’ve sent him to the dungeon with a good team as support. He has sixty experienced and well-prepared summoners. All we have to do is sit back and expect their return with the core of the dungeon boss."
Hearing what Mrs. Fukushima said, Haruto found himself nodding. With what he saw here, she wasn’t really wrong.
"Don’t forget we are trying to acquire as many cores as we can. Once this barrier lifts, those who rise to the peak will rule. So when you think about handing over a dungeon with demigod cores to the House Of Order, simply know that you’re making a questionable young man powerful enough to destroy you in the end."
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A massive camp was set up in the midst of a forest with trees that had orange and white leaves. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, making the place look quite mesmerising.
However, the birds had fled because of the armoured trucks parked everywhere and the many agents dressed like soldiers heading to war. All of them had guns able to bring down Saints and Divines, making them one of the most elite forces in the country.
While many of them prepared their tents as the sun was about to set, their leaders stood in a circle.
There was a long, eye-catching sniper rifle strapped to a bald man’s back. It looked rugged and different from any contemporary modern weapon. No one knew where he got a weapon like that, but it looked like it was made of black dragon scales, with a rune-crested muzzle and emitted a chilling mist.
"Takeshi, shouldn’t you have left that rifle in the truck? You’ve attracted a lot of eyes." Ichiro, a shadow-bearded man, glanced at a woman who was speaking with her comrade while looking at the rifle.
Takeshi scoffed. "Let them look. This Godkiller prototype is the future. Not one summoner deemed as some saviour."
Hinata, a woman with bangs and a huge antelope-like beast with massive horns, hind legs that seemed borrowed from a grasshopper, and a long tail with hardened feathers on one side, frowned.
"Takeshi... that weapon was built by special summons, most especially dwarf summons. In the end, the future is still reliant on summons since that weapon can’t be mass produced."
"Tsk!" Takeshi clicked his tongue. "It can still kill a Progenitor and even a Titled God. I bet this stuff can also kill a Monarch."
Ichiro almost face palmed. "You’ll need a Monarch Tier core to power it for that kind of attack, and no one on this planet has that. You also need to lay low, you’ve been too loud ever since you got that gun."
"Be more like Ken."
The moment Ichiro said that, Takeshi turned to the young man seated on a tree branch, leaning against the trunk with a book and a pen.
Takeshi spat and walked away.
On a tree branch sat a man who wore layered black lamellar armor bound with crimson cords, the lacquered plates overlapping from his shoulders to his waist like an ancient samurai.
A dark cloth mask concealed the lower half of his face beneath a rounded helmet with broad side flaps, leaving only sharp, watchful eyes visible.
Thick rope bindings, reinforced forearm guards, and a wide crimson sash completed the outfit, while a curved sword rested at his hip.
He placed a small diary on his lap and held a pen, hovering just over the plain sheet.
Ken blinked, then began to write.
’It’s been two days since we came here. Ruination dungeons have been different from the norm, but this one is on another level. It feels like we stepped into another world, not just filled with monsters but with people... humans, possibly.’
Ken paused, then continued.
’In these past two days, we haven’t seen one beast, just antelopes roaming the wild, but we have seen villages burned to the ground, people bound to stakes and burnt. What could have caused this?’
’We searched but haven’t discovered the cause. I have counted 60 people bound to stakes and burnt, probably while alive. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’ve only seen 60 bound to stakes and our number is also 60.’
His eyes narrowed.
’Something might happen tonight. Our company might be attacked.’
Ken closed the diary and exhaled.
"First time seeing Ken in person. Doesn’t look as fearsome as they said he was." An agent whispered to another as they stood on both sides of a tree.
"You haven’t seen his summon then. A samurai with a katana and a massive three-meter-tall bow seated on a black three-headed horse. The horse looks ill fed, yet I’ve never seen anything move like it." The other agent chuckled as he turned to the first. "Hope you’re not the scared type."
The first guy clicked his tongue. "With what I’ve seen so far? It’s impossible to terrify me."
"I hope so."