From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 289: This Country Is Still Too Urbanized

While the high-level officials of Japan racked their brains over the Supernatural, the chaos in Kyoto City continued.

Although the arrival of daylight had caused all the ghosts to vanish without a trace, the chaos of the previous night had not been alleviated in the slightest.

In fact, because the district housing government officials had been attacked, the city's administrative system was in a highly alarming state of paralysis.

After all, the administrative system of a capitalist society did not operate through absolute commands, but rather through a very loose parliament-and-civil-servant structure.

Without the support of faith or the motivation of national zeal, where would these bureaucrats—who could barely even be bothered to clock in for work—find the true self-restraint required to maintain the normal operation of society?

It was just like the nuclear power plant disasters, natural calamities, and even those ridiculously absurd social conflicts.

Did people really think this lazy governance, buck-passing, and endless delaying were merely due to the inaction of a few individuals?

In this kind of capitalist society, the so-called national will had always been nothing more than a game of power!

As far as these high-ranking officials were concerned, how could the so-called peace of the city possibly be more important than their own lives?

The information broadcast at the Prime Minister's official residence had long been leaked within Kyoto's inner circles. As a result, everyone knew about that monster's situation, and some had even deduced its true identity based on the circumstances!That conversation was not a secret. Everyone knew the reason behind Sano Kazuki's death, so absolutely none of them wanted to stay here!

Who among them had not done the things Sano Kazuki did? Who had not experienced similar situations? Who could guarantee that the people they had killed, or indirectly caused the deaths of, would not resurrect into Yokai because of this phenomenon?

Therefore, completely ignoring the millions of citizens still residing in the city, they fled at lightning speed, further exacerbating the urban chaos!

However, what these people failed to realize was that if they could leave the city, couldn't the monsters do the same?

Trailing behind these fugitives, more "things" were slowly leaving the city, departing from this region to head exactly where they were supposed to go!

This was the true profundity of Faith Sealing the Nation. It was never just about a single city, but an entire country!

Naturally, this scene was entirely within Bai Yang's expectations. Watching the fleeing crowds, his gaze shifted toward the departing ghosts, and he chuckled softly.

"I only descended Wish Power upon this city. I never sealed it off. What makes you think simply leaving will save you?"

"Crown, do we just need to wait for the hundred demons to spawn on their own now?" Alvin asked curiously. He could also see the birth of these ghosts, witnessing the emergence of various Supernatural Monsters as the Wish Power intensified.

At this rate, it would take at most a month for them to experience the true terror of the Hundred Demon Night Parade!

"Of course not!" Bai Yang declared. "Ordinary minor demons can spawn on their own, but the great Yokai cannot!"

"The great Yokai might require our manipulation to truly reveal themselves!"

His eyes were devoid of emotion. In a completely indifferent tone, he spoke slowly, "These ordinary ghosts will only make them feel fear, which does not align with our original vision!"

"Since we agreed on everyone becoming Transcendent, then everyone must become Transcendent! Why shouldn't the subordinates of a great Yokai also be Transcendent?"

"I am actually quite looking forward to finding out—will these people choose to remain human, or will they become 'Yokai'? Or perhaps, with the assistance of Sects, will they become the subordinates of certain Supernatural factions?"

"This country is still a bit too urbanized. It would be better to revert it to the Heian period, an era where humans and Yokai ruled together!"

"Don't they love praising their so-called Sengoku period? Well then, the Supernatural Sengoku period has arrived!"

Bai Yang detailed his special plans for this realm. Because he had no fond feelings for this country, he could effortlessly use it as a massive experimental testing ground to help complete some of his grand designs!

"You are correct, Crown! The generation of Supernatural Wish Power will accelerate the construction of our Supernatural world!" Alvin said, bowing his head.

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Shiratori Hayato was a Detective at the Kyoto Police Department. He was also a rare breed—an official who still wanted to maintain order amidst the city's rampant chaos.

After the entire Kyoto bureaucratic system had been completely paralyzed, to the point where calls to every single superior went unanswered, the young Detective knew that everything from now on would depend solely on him. How exactly had this city turned into such a state overnight? Shiratori Hayato could not figure it out for the life of him.

"Sir, there is no news from any officials holding the rank of Assistant Inspector or higher... It looks like they have already left Kyoto!"

The words of his subordinate snapped him out of his swirling thoughts. He immediately responded, "Their departure is their own business, but we cannot leave! We are not those bureaucrats who only care about their own interests!"

Unlike those high-level officials, many of the police officers in Shiratori Hayato's squad were Kyoto natives. This was their hometown.

Therefore, they couldn't just up and leave at a moment's notice like everyone else!

This was their home, the place where they had lived their entire lives. Those bureaucrats could leave without a second thought, but they could not simply walk away.

"That may be true, Captain... But the things we have to face are those terrifying Yokai!" a police officer stammered, trembling slightly. "Can we really fight them?"

Shiratori Hayato pinched the bridge of his nose. "That is not our concern. These Supernatural Monsters will naturally be dealt with by the chief priests of Shinto shrines and the great Buddhist Monks from the temples. Our objective is to save people!"

"It's daytime right now. Those Yokai shouldn't show up. We will save as many people as we can! We must be the ones to save our own home!"

"Yes, Captain!" the squad shouted in unison. Although their inner fear was unavoidable, a person shouldn't be consumed by fear alone. There had to be something else driving them—such as the fierce desire to protect their homeland.

The officers all piled into their vehicles, heading toward locations where emergency calls had been made. The local Operators from Kyoto had been a massive help, relaying all the nearby areas where distress signals originated.

Thanks to this, Shiratori Hayato was able to proceed to these locations to perform rescue operations.

Among the massive crowds fleeing out of the city, these few police cars were a rare sight—moving against the current, driving straight toward areas fraught with potential disaster.

"Is this the place? Someone reported hearing screams and the laughter of a child here!" Holding the data file in his hands, Shiratori Hayato eyed the large mansion before them and cautiously crept forward.

Even though Japanese Myths and Legends dictated that malevolent Yokai and Ghosts would not appear during the day, he remained extremely vigilant. He dreaded falling into some Yokai's trap that could put his life in mortal peril.

The very moment he stepped inside, the first thing to hit him was a dense, suffocating stench of blood that was almost thick enough to choke on!

Naturally, this metallic reek did not make Shiratori Hayato back down. They were police officers; it wasn't as if they had never seen a bloody crime scene before. The one thing Japan never lacked was deviants committing gruesome murders. After all, the fact that killing rarely resulted in a death penalty was simply far too lenient for criminals.

Yet even so, after fully stepping into the grand hall of the house, Shiratori Hayato's brows furrowed deeply!

Laid out across the floor were numerous severed limbs and mutilated body parts, meticulously arranged into several distinct grids.

Left hands, right hands, left feet, right feet, and torsos—each was segregated into its own specific zone. Placed side by side, they were arranged with disturbing neatness, evoking a twisted, bloody sense of aesthetics.

It was a scene as if dozens of people had been viciously ripped apart, leaving behind a tidal wave of death that brutally assaulted the visual senses of anyone who laid eyes upon it!

The floor was stained with dark red, almost blackened blood, presenting an indisputably horrifying spectacle right before him.

"Hehehe... One, two, three..." Suddenly, a crisp and childish voice echoed near Shiratori Hayato's ear, causing him to instinctively raise his gun!

Over in the corner of the room, a little girl in a red dress was crouching on the floor, playfully rearranging a pile of severed heads!

Unsurprisingly, those heads belonged to the bodies scattered across the floor.

Shiratori Hayato aimed his weapon squarely at the girl. After last night's Yokai incidents, absolutely no one would be foolish enough to believe that this little girl was actually just a normal child!

"If I were you, I would not point a gun at a Zashiki-warashi during the day!"

Just as Shiratori Hayato was uncertain of the girl's origins, a clear, crisp voice rang out from the adjacent courtyard!