Chapter 21: Let Me Make an Appearance

A group of American soldiers, in full combat gear and right before the eyes of the Metropolitan Police Department, descended via fast-rope from helicopters that were flying brazenly over Tokyo.

It sounded surreal, but in Japan, it was business as usual. It was common knowledge that the airspace over Japan belonged to America.

Lital, a white Lieutenant General, was responsible for all affairs concerning the American military stationed in Japan. Wearing his service cap and holding his head slightly high, the Lieutenant General could not hide his sense of superiority when dealing with the Japanese. He replied in fluent Japanese:

"I heard you were having trouble dealing with a giant spider, so I looked into how I could come and help. Fortunately, I am able to assist you."

Hearing this, both Toshiro Odagiri, who was on the scene, and Superintendent General Hakuba at the Metropolitan Police Department clenched their fists.

These despicable traitors!

They had taken every precaution to prevent the Americans from finding out, yet they still couldn't stop the leak from within. The fact that the Americans were able to learn of the situation and mobilize so quickly was proof of how swiftly the informant had reported back.

"Thank you very much for your help, Lieutenant General Lital, but we do not require any assistance," said Toshiro Odagiri, holding up his phone, while the cold-faced Superintendent General Hakuba spoke from the screen.

"No, no, no. Listen to me, you really do need our help. Don't be shy; to show our sincerity, we will cover the costs of this deployment ourselves," Lieutenant General Lital said, his words enough to make one vomit blood. The greed in his eyes was impossible to hide, as he kept his gaze fixed primarily on Dilu.

Supernatural! Truly supernatural!

America had conducted all sorts of human experiments for its super-soldier program, yet the results had been minimal. To think that a supernatural being could be found in this tiny island nation—God, thank you for your favor.

As long as he could transport this supernatural being back home, his achievements would be unrivaled. With a bit of maneuvering, attaining a higher position would be a certainty; his name might even appear in the very first line of history books regarding the supernatural!

"Shit, stop!"

"If you take another step, I'll fire! You bald freak!"

A commotion erupted, and the two men instinctively looked over.

They saw Dilu, his monk's robe stained with dust and a trail of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth. He held his right hand up in a palm gesture, his body shrouded in the light of the Buddha. Ignoring the threats from the American soldiers nearby, he continued to walk forward.

"Shit!"

This arrogant behavior, treating the soldiers as if they didn't exist, infuriated them. Ever since they had arrived in this island nation, everyone had treated them with reverence, and ordinary citizens had to steer clear of them. They had been ignored by a bald monk—when had they ever suffered such an insult?!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The bullet struck the Buddhist light in front of Dilu. The shot was intended as a warning, but the moment it touched the light, it ricocheted back along its original path.

"Shit!" Another familiar curse followed. The soldier who had fired collapsed, clutching his bleeding leg and howling in pain.

"What kind of demonic, evil magic is this? It can reflect bullets!"

The soldiers retreated a few steps, their expressions full of wariness.

"Master Dilu, I am so relieved you are unharmed," Superintendent General Hakuba said, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

Dilu spoke, "This humble monk must return to Senso-ji Temple. The subsequent matters will have to be handled by the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Of course, of course. Everything you have done for the safety of this nation is our duty to follow up on," Superintendent General Hakuba nodded. He was now worried that Lieutenant General Lital would be shamed into anger and force Dilu to stay.

As it turned out, his concern was entirely justified.

"Hey! You injured an American soldier! Do you think you can just walk away from justice like this!"

Dilu looked back at the barking white Lieutenant General, held up his right palm, and whispered, "Amitabha."

Then he turned and left.

He just walked away.

...

"Fuck! Stop right there!" Lital was furious. This was the first time someone had dared to ignore him like this. He was determined to strap this monk to an operating table and slice him open!

Dilu took two steps, and his figure vanished into thin air.

He had been completely ignored.

Toshiro Odagiri wore a stern expression, his mouth twitching as he struggled to contain his reaction. This was the first time he had ever seen this perpetually arrogant white pig get snubbed.

"What kind of police officer are you, just watching a thug who hurt my soldiers walk away!" Lital swung his weapon toward Toshiro Odagiri, pointing it at him angrily.

He had plenty of experience in handling these kinds of situations.

"I am very sorry, but Master Dilu is an important leader of Japanese Buddhism. Only the Superintendent General can speak with him."

Lital's expression turned cold.

It was clear that these people intended to stall on this matter. *Hmph*, did they really think they could defy the will of great America?

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, Superintendent General Hakuba sighed, his head throbbing with pain.

He would have to haggle with the Americans again; he wasn't even sure if the Prime Minister could hold his ground. And then there were those who had witnessed the battle, as well as the person with the umbrella who had reappeared and saved Ryo Yamada. *Sigh*, what a troubled time it was.

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Nerima Ward.

Ryo Yamada leaned against a tree, gasping for air.

The power of a supernatural being granted him strong regenerative abilities, and after a moment, he had recovered. He looked at the person with the umbrella, who was fiddling with a sniper rifle, his expression complex.

"Thank you."

If he hadn't intervened, he would have been captured by now.

"You still owe me 1,740 heinous souls, so you can't just drop dead like this."

At the mention of this, Ryo Yamada lowered his eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He wanted to see his mother again, but having just been saved by this person and carrying such a 'debt,' he truly didn't know how to bring it up.

"Here, try this next time."

"A sniper rifle?"

Ryo Yamada looked at the rifle in his hand and blinked.

Given his current strength, he could even catch such firearms with his bare hands, after all, he possessed the power of over a thousand souls combined.

"Channel your power into it and try."

Ryo Yamada followed his instructions, pouring his energy into the weapon.

This was a renowned Barrett M821 sniper rifle. Its immense power could punch through bunkers; according to its classification, it was a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle.

As everyone knew, any weapon bearing the name "anti-materiel" performed exceptionally well when used on a human body.

"Bang!"

Following his instincts, he pulled the trigger. A bullet constructed from the power of souls shot out. A massive tree, thick enough for three people to hug, was blasted with a hole the size of a human head. The bullet lost none of its momentum, tearing through a row of trees before burying itself into a hillside.

"Boom!"

The hillside exploded, and an ominous, dark purple energy lingered over the blast site.

This astonishing power left Ryo Yamada stunned on the spot.

"Use this next time, and don't blindly clash head-on with those who have a heritage."

The figure of the person with the umbrella vanished into the dense forest. Ryo Yamada looked at the spot where he had just been standing and gripped the Barrett, which appeared to have been transformed into a magical artifact.

After resting for a while, it was time to get back to work!

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On the subway, Bai Mizunazuki scrolled through his phone. Images of what had happened in Adachi Ward kept being uploaded to the internet, only to disappear seconds later.

Clearly, some unknown, powerful hand was at work.

Judging by the usual response speed of the Japanese police, they were clearly giving it their all.

But it was useless.

"At least many people in Adachi Ward saw it with their own eyes. The collapsed buildings, the traces of the battle, and the subsequent attitude of the authorities will all serve as proof of everything."

Whether it was fear or reverence, it would eventually transform into faith, continuously becoming the nourishment for his growth.

And this was only the prelude.

"It's time for the Spider-Cutter to make an appearance as well."

Bai Mizunazuki smiled faintly, already having a candidate in mind to inherit this blade.