I stopped the car and stepped out on the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan.
I surveyed my surroundings.
Six thousand Yakuza members from the Heaven's Mandate Society had me surrounded. They were all armed with swords, pistols, hammers, hand axes, and other weapons.
Their eyes burned with malice, their murderous intent focused solely on me.
I gripped my sword and sneered at them, but my hand trembled slightly. Even for me, facing thousands of opponents was bound to make me nervous.
"They've gathered far more than I expected."
The thousands of Yakuza here weren't part of a trap; I had manipulated Shin Ohgang to summon them. By threatening him, I forced him to gather as many Yakuza as possible to this location.
I lifted my head. Cameras were pointed at us from inside the building and on the rooftop. With six thousand Yakuza gathered for such a major event, the media couldn't possibly stay silent. Though whether they'd actually release the photos or videos remained uncertain.
Behind the Yakuza, armed police officers stared at us tensely, still trying to grasp the situation. They likely couldn't imagine that thousands of Yakuza had gathered solely to kill me.
So the Heaven's Mandate Society is one of Japan's top Yakuza groups... They must have deep ties to the Japanese government.
Normally, such an incident would never occur. Even though Yakuza operate openly in Japan, this situation was different. The Yakuza's reputation would undoubtedly be dragged through the mud.
The Thousand-Faced Society had no choice but to accept my demands.
"You bastard! You finally showed your face! Where's Akiko?!"
An elderly Yakuza, wielding a Japanese sword, roared. He was the chief of the Heaven's Mandate Society.
Akiko.
The Heaven's Mandate Society chief's cherished daughter and Shin Ohgang's mother. To control the Heaven's Mandate Society's Yakuza, Shin Ohgang alone wasn't enough, so they had kidnapped Akiko.
"Akiko? She's right here."
I opened the trunk.
Akiko lay inside, naked atop a folded blanket, her breathing tense but steady. She was a refined beauty, meticulously groomed. Though older, she looked no more than her late thirties, thanks to diligent self-care.
"Ah...!"
I offered Akiko my hand and helped her out of the trunk. Her fist-sized breasts had dark brown nipples, stiff and erect, while her groin was concealed by thick pubic hair.
The murderous intent radiating from the glaring Yakuza intensified. I discarded the blanket she had wrapped around herself.
"Ah, Father...!" Akiko wailed. Though clearly embarrassed, she had agreed to see this through. My blade remained in hand, pointed toward the Yakuza rather than at her.
"You bastard! Send Akiko over here! We've brought the men you demanded! Return Akiko, and I'll let you live! I swear we'll never touch you again!"
They'd spare me for now too many eyes were watching, forcing them to honor their word to save face. But behind the scenes, they'd stop at nothing to kill me.
There's probably a sniper on the building... Ah, there he is.
I took Akiko by the waist and lifted her onto the car's hood.
"Aaaah!"
Thud!
I positioned her upper body on the hood, her buttocks facing me. She braced herself and gave me a tense nod, and I pulled down my pants.
"You bastard!"
The Heaven's Mandate Society chief's furious roar echoed through the air. He had realized what I was about to do.
The Yakuza tensed, ready to move. I raised the blade toward them and shouted, "Don't move! If anyone moves from now on, I'll cut down the first bastard who steps forward!"
The Yakuza froze, glancing nervously at their chief. He was weeping tears of blood, his eyes bloodshot from glaring at me so intensely that a blood vessel had burst.
Ignoring him, I continued what I was doing. I pulled down my underwear and brought my rock-hard erection to Akiko's pussy. Though older, she was already wet beneath the thick hair at her groin.
"P-please... be careful..."
"I know. If you want me to stop, say it."
At her answering nod, I thrust my cock into her pussy.
"Ah... Aaaaaah!"
Akiko screamed. As I listened to her scream, I glanced around. Thousands of people wanted me dead, their murderous intent making my body tingle.
Imagining what would happen next only made my cock harden further.
"Aaaah! Ah... Aaaah!"
I stopped thrusting and said to Akiko, "You said you could handle ten minutes. If you want me to stop before then, say it now."
"Ah... Haaah... I'm fine... Keep going..."
Akiko trembled, breathless and flushed.
Her answer had been clear. She was clenching her sphincter, deliberately trying to make me come quickly. She was trying to tighten her pussy.
The effect was minimal, but it was there.
Seven minutes.
That's how long it took me to ejaculate inside Akiko's pussy. Normally, it would take more than twice that long, but the situation had aroused me.
"..."
Akiko lay panting on the hood of the car, pure white semen dripping from her pussy.
I pulled up my pants. As promised, I didn't kill her.
I turned toward the Heaven's Mandate Society's Chief.
In reality, we often speculate about how many Ordinary People a single Hunter can handle.
Let's assume that both Hunters and ordinary people are using cold weapons, and that Hunters are facing ordinary people using only their physical abilities, without relying on their abilities.
This topic is quite controversial. Each Hunter's combat capabilities vary, and other variables must also be considered.
"According to common knowledge, an F-Rank Hunter can handle at least ten ordinary people simultaneously."
For E-Rank Hunters, the minimum is thirty. D-Rank Hunters can handle eighty, and C-Rank Hunters can handle at least three hundred. The sudden jump in numbers from C-Rank onward is because most Hunters at that level begin using Mana.
Of course, these are just theoretical estimates.
"Let's test my limits against ordinary people."
I strode purposefully toward the Yakuza.
The provocation had gone far beyond enough. The Yakuza couldn't possibly retreat without taking action now.
"Kill him!!!" the Chief of the Heaven's Mandate Society roared.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Thousands of Yakuza charged toward me. My body trembled with tension. I might die here. No, it was highly likely I would die here. But I had no intention of backing down.
I took a deep breath and sprinted toward the Yakuza.
"Aaaagh!"
"Kill him!"
"Where is that bastard?!"
"He disrespected the Heaven's Mandate Society! Kill him!"
"Show him the power of the Heaven's Mandate Society!"
The cacophony of rough voices filled the air. I slaughtered the onrushing Yakuza, killing them as they came. I swung the Hwaryeon Flying Dagger relentlessly, killing again and again.
"This is manageable. These bastards are completely hyped up and just charging in. The sniper's just watching, like they got orders to stand down."
Some Yakuza were armed with pistols, but since only their own men were nearby, they couldn't risk firing.
"I'll smash your skull!"
I swung my sword, decapitating the axe-wielding thug and sending his head flying. The spray of blood only fueled the Yakuza's frenzy, driving them to kill me even more fiercely.
Using Acceleration, I swung my sword wildly.
I refrained from using Thunderbolt or sword qi. Those techniques drained too much Vitality, Mental Strength, and Mana. After all, my opponents were just Yakuza ordinary people by my standards. There was no need for such powerful attacks.
The key was resource management sustaining the fight. I channeled my Mana to enhance my muscular endurance.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
I roared and spun, sword in hand, only to be cut down by the Yakuza's blades. My body was drenched in blood.
How many have I killed?
I didn't know.
There was no time to count the dead one by one.
Yuria had told me to think as I swung my sword, but against the endless waves of enemies, there was no time for such considerations.
With each swing, my consciousness drifted further away.
"...!!!"
By the time I regained my senses, it was too late. My limbs wouldn't move, and my Mana was completely depleted.
Thunk.
A sharp blade pierced my abdomen. A hammer smashed into my shoulder, a hatchet buried itself in my thigh, and a Japanese sword stabbed into my neck.
Death Resistance has activated. You will not die for the next 15 seconds.
I squeezed every last ounce of strength to swing my sword, cutting down the Yakuza around me.
Full Recovery!
My fatigue-drenched mind snapped back to clarity, and my body, which had sustained fatal wounds that should have killed me, healed completely. My vitality was as fresh as if I'd woken from a restful night's sleep, and mana surged through every cell of my being.
"Alright, let's try this again!"
I gripped my sword in a reverse grip, intending to push the combat speed even higher this time.
The surrounding Yakuza flinched. The murderous intent that had been pouring from me was gone. They stared at me with fear-stricken faces.
"M-monster...!"
"It's a demon! A demon!"
"How are we supposed to kill something that won't die?!"
My resurrection display had clearly shaken them to their core.
But I paid it little mind. Once the battle resumed, their madness would inevitably consume them again.
"If you won't come to me, I'll come to you."
But the battle never resumed.
The police, who had been observing the entire time, suddenly activated their sirens and began arresting the Yakuza. The nearby Yakuza members panicked and scattered.
It didn't take long for the thousands of Yakuza to flee.
Where's the Heaven's Mandate Society chief...? Oh, right. I killed him halfway through.
Bang!
A sniper opened fire. The bullet narrowly missed my head.
Frowning, I retrieved a Space Displacement Scroll from my Inventory, which I had prepared in advance, and tore it open.
The battle with the Yakuza had been something I wanted, but it wasn't part of my original plan. I had acted impulsively after capturing Shin Ohgang.
What I truly wanted to make spectacular in the end wasn't the battle itself.
JNK.
The highest-rated terrestrial broadcasting station in Japan.
I was inside this building, and a special news bulletin was airing. It covered a gathering of thousands of Yakuza members. Of course, I hadn't yet addressed the massacre of approximately 800 people.
After taking a quick shower and changing clothes in the restroom, I headed toward the News Studio.
On the way, I bumped into a broadcasting station employee.
"W-who are you?!"
"Is that a gun?!"
Bang! Bang!
I killed them without hesitation. The man showed no hesitation, and for the women, I shot down all but those who met my standards of beauty.
Finally, I arrived at the News Studio. A male announcer and a female announcer were each speaking.
"Wait! Who are you?!"
"Hey! Are you ignoring me?! Get out now before I call the police!"
"Damn it, where are the security guards? Hey! Drag that bastard out of here!"
Ignoring the broadcast staff, I strode into the studio. Given the urgency of the situation, it seemed to be a live broadcast.
"I don't know who you are, but get out of the studio immediately! We're on air!" the male announcer barked at me, his diction as crisp as expected from a professional.
"Don't give me orders, you male pig."
Bang!
I planted a bullet squarely in the male announcer's forehead.
"Aaaaaah!"
The female announcer screamed. Undeterred, I drew my pistol and unleashed a hail of bullets, slaughtering the entire broadcast staff. After discarding the gun, I approached the female announcer.
I chose this broadcasting station because of her. Her name was Ayako, an announcer who had even worked as a swimsuit model.
"Come here. I'm going to show you Japanese what sex really is. Heh heh heh."
I grabbed Ayako as she tried to flee and began forcibly stripping her in front of the camera.
Since I hadn't yet seized complete control of the broadcasting station, I used hacking to prevent them from cutting the live broadcast.
Hacking successful.
After manipulating the system, I was confident the broadcast would remain uninterrupted for at least thirty minutes. Or longer, if the station staff proved incompetent.
"Red lingerie... Surprisingly bold, aren't you?"