novelraw Chapter 218: Completing the Final Piece of the Puzzle—He Really Did It
Chapter 218: Completing the Final Piece of the Puzzle—He Really Did It
“Cough... cough, cough!”
Once everything clicked into place, Chiyo Eine started coughing violently, as if she wanted to hack out her lungs.
She felt an overwhelming wave of nausea, like she was going to throw up. She couldn’t speak, felt dizzy.
She had no idea how to handle this—everyone here had lost their minds. Even those who were supposed to stop the madness were just as insane.
And this was the capital. People from other regions were watching, but couldn’t send anyone to take control.
In other words, the place was now in a completely ungovernable, lawless state. The only ones who could still maintain their sanity were the players.
That meant her—Chiyo Eine—and the Chiyo Family.
But now, she had no idea how to calm this chaos.
Before, she’d claimed to stand for the greater good, insisting that players should surrender, that they shouldn’t win.
Now, “Sin” was standing for the greater good too, fighting against the Game. Only this time, the sacrifice was Tokyo.Chiyo Eine felt a terrible tightness in her chest, rising and falling with rapid heaving breaths.
“Sis!...” Chiyo Ji ran out, speaking in a worried tone. “What do we... do?”
He had even less of a clue in this kind of situation. The entire family’s burden basically rested on his sister.
“What did Ancestor say?” Chiyo Eine took a deep breath and asked.
“Ancestor’s gone into seclusion... his health seems really bad...”
Chiyo Eine understood then—it was all on her now.
She really wished someone could give her a suggestion, but she knew full well—now wasn’t the time for weakness.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up. She kept feeling like there was a masked figure in the shadows, watching her.
“Shrink our industries! Do not oppose anyone in Tokyo. Ignore the economic losses.”
“Mobilize all of Chiyo Family’s media outlets—broadcast what’s happening in Tokyo to the whole world!”
“Huh?” Chiyo Ji was dumbfounded. Airing your dirty laundry? Should they really be the ones to do that?
“Do as I say!” Chiyo Eine’s voice left no room for argument.
“And apply for international aid.”
After saying that, Chiyo Eine let out a long sigh and began coughing violently again.
Her actions had essentially completed the final piece of “Sin’s” plan—spreading Tokyo’s downfall across the world.
Otherwise, this sacrifice would’ve been meaningless.
“Sis, is this really going to work? Won’t the government deny it?”
Chiyo Ji still wanted to say more, but Chiyo Eine suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed, her whole body weakening.
Her vision blurred. She felt like people were gathering around her, their voices sounding distant and fuzzy.
She desperately wanted to pass out, but of course, no one would let her. They helped her up instead.
Letting out a long sigh, she finally understood why “Sin” had dared to so boldly claim himself the winner.
Using Tokyo as a sacrifice, he had even calculated that after taking over, she wouldn’t hide the news but announce it to the world.
He had predicted it all—used everyone, then walked away with all the gains.
She... was just like Sun used to be.
Still, there was some takeaway.
“When investigating Huaguo’s intel and infiltration, look into aristocratic families or hidden experts from official backgrounds to track ‘Sin.’”
“If he could plan all this, it means he knows something about the essence and secrets of the Game.”
“So, he can’t be an ordinary person!”
The Chiyo Family members all nodded, listening closely to Chiyo Eine’s instructions and following them to the letter.
The Chiyo Family had seen the future clearly—this world’s future power would absolutely be rooted in the Game.
That’s why Chiyo Eine, despite her youth, was already treated as the acting head of the family.
“Miss, the Ancestor said...”
“If the Game is going to do something, it’ll likely happen within two days of its end...”
Chiyo Eine nodded to show she understood.
...
The Chiyo Family’s influence was still top-tier.
In just a few hours, news of Tokyo’s fall spread worldwide.
Soon, the story hit peak global attention.
Since the Game started, nothing in the real world had ever topped it—never claimed the number one spot in trending topics.
No modern city, with established rules and deeply ingrained civilization, had ever regressed overnight into complete anarchy.
Tokyo’s current state was like a massive bomb dropped into global public discourse.
The public’s obsession with the Game felt like it was doused with cold water—cooled instantly.
Organizations across the world, both in the light and in the shadows, had never expected something like this.
And as time passed, the news reached the Elders’ Council.
A sharply dressed man burst in, clutching the latest compiled report, and nearly everyone stood up.
How could something like this happen?!
Tokyo, of all places! That city specifically!
There’s no way it’s just coincidence!
If changes to the Game depend on real-world reactions...
The first elder to catch on shuddered all over and snapped at someone:
“There’s supposed to be a deadline for Game changes—it should be about now. Bring up your panel and check!”
The person blinked, then did as told—pressing his finger to his brow. A black screen shot out from his eye socket.
It was his Game Panel, something that only existed deep within consciousness—yet he managed to pull it out.
And like perfect timing, a new notification appeared instantly.
[System Maintenance Complete. Next Game Start Time: 23:59:56!]
That’s it?!
Nothing else happened—just a restored start time countdown.
“They actually...”
The elders murmured in shocked voices, one turning to the messenger at the door:
“Quick, check with the troops!”
“Has the number of new Chosen increased significantly?”
In Huaguo’s secret forces, an entire division was set aside as observation subjects.
Their faith and loyalty metrics could be used to analyze if there were any changes in the Game, based on how many among them were chosen.
The messenger knew how urgent this was—he sprinted off and returned within ten minutes, drenched in sweat.
“No obvious changes... In fact... none of them were newly Chosen!”
The elders: ……
Silence fell across the entire room, so still you could hear a pin drop in the Elder Council.
Even the air seemed frozen.
“He really pulled it off...” one elder finally murmured in disbelief.
“Guy’s got some guts...”
Even they were still trying to digest their own shock.
“Heh.” One elder gave a soft laugh, raising his eyes to the news screen showing Tokyo in flames.
“Yeah... ruthless enough, too!”