Some people were afraid. They were caught in a paralyzing dilemma: too terrified to listen, yet unwilling to give up. Some were shocked. This was because many of the extraordinary secrets Mitsue Takeda explained were not secrets at all; they were recorded in the scriptures of various religions…
Metropolitan Police Department, Secret Conference Room.
Superintendent General Hakuba smoked incessantly. His heart hammered against his ribs, and beneath the table, his legs shook with anxiety.
Is this part of the truth of the world?
In a trance, Hakuba's mental image of his ancestors shifted instantly—from the cold weapon era smelling of iron and rust, to a wild mythology of gods and Buddhas appearing out of nowhere, and giants treading upon the earth.
"..."
After a long silence, Hakuba took a deep drag of his cigarette.
Damn it! Damn it!!
Even though he had only touched the tip of the iceberg regarding the world's truth, Hakuba felt a chill crawl down his spine. He could no longer figure out how deep the water was. The unknown was always terrifying. The mysterious was always full of absurdity and horror.
Yet, one doubt remained.
"Grandma," Eru Chitanda called out affectionately.
The curiosity in the girl's eyes made Mitsue Takeda laugh. This child is not afraid at all…
"Grandma, we didn't know anything before, and we didn't understand anything. Why… why will you be exposed to the public on that day?"
This question made Mitsue Takeda's expression turn serious. "Because of a 'person'."
Who?
Mitsue shook her head, looking secretive and unwilling to discuss it further. This made everyone present curious, but most of them silently marked it as a taboo red line. Even she didn't dare to say more. Was this related to the realm of gods?
Everyone looked away, hearts trembling. It was just as Haruno Yukinoshita had said before: "The weight of the word 'God' is too heavy, too heavy…"
Is the feed lagging?
From the shadows, Seiran Mizunotsuki watched the System Points growing at a snail's pace.
Tsk… these people.
They are obviously skeptical, yet they still pretend to be serious. That is to be expected. Although Mitsue Takeda has become an authority in the field of the supernatural, the top executives of Japan are not stupid. They dare not go all-in on her immediately.
Because of "survivor bias," they need to verify this through multiple sources before they can completely lift the heavy stone from their hearts. However, it is enough to stuff a lot of supernatural knowledge into Mitsue Takeda's mind, like data into a computer. Anything more would be superfluous.
Looking at the System Points, which were over three thousand and climbing close to four thousand, Seiran realized this number could support a larger scene. And Mitsue had more backup plans.
For example…
"I know that there is one question you want to verify the most," Mitsue said on the screen. "Can you obtain the Extraordinary? What conditions are needed to master it?"
She paused.
"I'll tell you clearly… The Supernatural—there is a chance to obtain it."
Quiet. Very quiet.
You could hear a pin drop. It was a dead silence.
But then, someone's breathing became heavy and muffled. Someone tightened their grip on the table until their knuckles turned white and bled. Someone stood up suddenly, overturning the chair behind him.
Extraordinary power… can it really be obtained by ordinary people!?
"Bang!"
Superintendent General Hakuba slammed the table angrily. "Shut up!"
The secret room had erupted into chaos. Everyone was rapping on tables and talking excitedly, discussing the implications. Even Inspector Megure couldn't help it; his face turned red with excitement as he interrupted Superintendent Matsumoto.
No one thought this restlessness was exaggerated. No one could resist the temptation of great power. Why were American superhero movies so enduring? Who didn't envy superpowers that allowed one to fly? Moreover, the extraordinary realm symbolized by Mitsue Takeda didn't just mean power—it carried the heavy promise of extending life.
So, even though Hakuba slammed the table, everyone remained in an agitated state. Their fiery eyes made Hakuba uncomfortable.
Yes, they couldn't resist the temptation of the Supernatural. They desperately wanted Hakuba to give the order to bind them further to Mitsue Takeda. In fact, weren't they bootlicking just for a slice of this supernatural cake?
Now, the cake was baked, and the sweet cream was emitting a fragrance that pleased the heart and lungs. They couldn't help it.
"I think your brains have been squeezed out by your muscles!" Hakuba said with regret, narrowing his eyes impatiently at their behavior.
"You want to be extraordinary? Okay! Go get it yourself. Take it from the hands of the Godmother of Downtown. Take it from the hands of a god's spokesperson in the world. I wonder if you have the guts!"
This angry shout immediately sobered everyone up. Inspector Megure stood straight by the wall, his back soaked with cold sweat. His lips trembled, and he didn't dare look away.
Yes, the Extraordinary that Grandma Mitsue spoke of was indeed tempting. But was it easy to get? Maybe Grandma Mitsue could lead people in, but how many of them had the qualifications? What right did they have to ask a person backed by a god for help?
As long as you dared to raise this matter shamelessly, you would probably be punished by the gods the next day. There are real gods in this world. So, greed is not acceptable. It is even more unacceptable to push for more.
However, they wanted to get it from Grandma Mitsue in one step? This wasn't just greed; it was seeking death.
The existence of gods allowed for an infinite upper limit in the extraordinary field. But what if? What if the power of gods is like a prison and the grace of gods is deep as the sea? No one dared to bet on this.
It was gambling with one's life. Even real gamblers would hesitate, let alone this group of powerful figures who valued their lives above all else.
Finally, after suppressing the group, Hakuba wiped the sweat from his forehead. God knows how much willpower he used to suppress the desire in his own heart. His position was high enough to reach the core of power in Japan—otherwise, the secret of that day could not have been suppressed—so he could usually reach out and take whatever he wanted.
But he couldn't take the Supernatural. It was a poisonous mushroom that could claim lives.
In the corner, after briefly being blinded by greed, Haruno Yukinoshita quickly calmed down. Her face was no longer charming, but rather well-behaved and shy.
She had noticed something. The serious Miwako Sato and the innocent Eru Chitanda both received nods of approval from Grandma Mitsue. But it seemed that she, Haruno Yukinoshita, was not liked.
She probably knew the reason. Most of the older generation did not like seductive girls who were good at showing off, eloquent, and socially cunning.
This was really… troublesome.
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