Chapter 141 Chapter 141 The Land of the Shadow of Death (End)

141

breaking Dawn.

Mo Shiyu sat on the beach, looking at the rays of light gradually emerging from the clouds, feeling a little light and airy.

He felt as if he had become lighter.

He took a last look at the beach behind him, the seagulls nesting on it, and the caretaker standing at the edge of the beach.

He pulled off his black wig, revealing his long, wavy light blonde hair. His obscure and beautiful gray-blue eyes were staring at him, with the beautiful coastline in the background.

This scene looks like the cover of a fairy tale book, no, it looks more like the cover of a fashion magazine.

He, no, she gave him a small, seductive smile and mouthed it.

“…”

Mo Shiyu lowered his head and saw that his fingertips first dissipated into foam, followed by his arms and long hair.

Smoky-gray foam and specks of light slowly rose into the air, dancing in the sea breeze like fragments of pearl shells.

Just like the golden bear he had seen.

This is how you felt when you left here...

The waves lifted him up, and strings of bubbles slowly formed the shape of fish scales in the air.

He lost his eyes, but he seemed to still be able to see around him. His field of vision was elevated, but he gradually felt a sense of suffocation, so he tore the sky apart with force.

He saw the true face of the sky. It was a transparent glass cover, a square box. However, the box was too big and too vast, so he mistakenly thought it was the sky.

The air around him was filled with traces of shattered space, similar to the traces of broken glass. Mo Shiyu saw many reflections of himself in the broken glass.

It was as if he was standing at a singular point, observing a parallel world.

Suddenly, the broken traces in the air began to converge towards him, forming a human figure.

The strong smell of blood filled the nose.

The figure that looked like broken glass and reflected countless Mo Shiyu slowly stretched out a hand towards him. There were some cracks on the hand, and golden liquid could be seen faintly from it.

"Come with me," he said.

"We go to the Land of Eternal Peace."

Mo Shiyu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of the hand, using such force that his fingers almost sank into the flesh.

"Got you."

He sat up, smoothed his long hair, looked at the figure staring at him blankly, and the faint white semi-long hair, and the corners of his mouth raised gently and beautifully, revealing a satisfied and greedy smile.

"Mare Ring."

****

The entire neon sky was filled with smoke and an atmosphere of unease. There were fewer people walking on the streets, and only the airport and train station were packed.

A couple, along with their little girl and their luggage, were rushing towards the airport. The girl, holding her mother's hand, stumbled and struggled to keep up, her face full of confusion.

"Mom, are we going to play somewhere?"

The mother withdrew her gaze from the gray sky and the smell of gunpowder and blood over Shinjuku, and forced a smile. "Baby, can we go to Europe?"

"Where is Europe?" the girl asked blankly.

"It's a place far away from here." The father kept operating his phone, lowering his head and wiping the sweat off his face. "Wife, I can only buy a ticket to Yemen."

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Whatever, let's go there and transfer abroad. If we stay here any longer, there will be no way for us civilians to survive."

The shadow of death spreads across Tokyo.

It all started with the Shinjuku Incident.

When people woke up in the morning, they first saw the barrier covering Shinjuku, and slowly, the barrier grew larger and larger.

The smell of blood and the figure of the monster inside can be seen clearly even outside the barrier.

Various theories are circulating online. The most representative conclusion is that it is a natural pollution, just like the Yokohama pothole that appeared a few years ago. Some people also say that this is a man-made sacrifice, and that extremist organizations are trying to awaken the evil god sleeping underground.

However, the government has not made a positive response, and only knows that the number of missing people is increasing. As a result, more and more Tokyo residents choose to leave their hometowns, and Tokyo is becoming a ghost town.

At this moment, outside Shinjuku.

Tanks rolled over the land, soldiers were fully armed, and armies from various countries were stationed outside Shinjuku.

During this period, the debate within the army never stopped and became very intense.

Why is the organization refusing to release the barrier, allowing the casualties caused by the ever-expanding barrier to continue to rise?

What else could it be for?

Of course, it is to control the nest mother.

As long as the Hive Mother is controlled, the strategic significance is self-evident. There is currently no cure for pollution that can be controlled at will and erupts anywhere, and no country can withstand it.

"For the safety of all mankind, nuclear bombs must be used to clear this area." The military representative insisted at the emergency meeting.

There was immediate objection.

"No, the Nest Mother might still be in there!"

The man looked at him with hawk-like eyes. "It's been so long, and we still haven't found a solution. We've lost the chance to save him!"

"If we delay any further, even a nuclear bomb might not be able to eliminate the pollution in Shinjuku right now."

No one knows what is brewing inside Shinjuku, they only know that it is an extremely evil ritual.

So much time has passed, who knows whether the organization has successfully controlled the power of the Hive Mother. Rather than let that happen, it is better to destroy this space and the Hive Mother together.

A high-ranking official from the Japanese side frowned and held his chin in his hand. "We don't know why our undercover agent hasn't responded to us."

"They are likely trapped in the barrier as well, still struggling."

Once a nuclear bomb is launched, all police officers, including undercover agents, and civilians will become victims.

"But we have no choice. For the future of all mankind, we have to do this."

****

"Even for the future of humanity—Shinjuku must not be destroyed." Dazai Osamu stood outside the barrier and stretched lazily. "I didn't expect to say such a thing. But the people in the government should think the opposite..."

One of his eyes was bandaged, revealing only one iris-colored eye. He tilted his head slightly.

"Mr. Xiao Mo is the only way the will of this world has found to cure its own stubborn illness. If we do nothing and let him cure the pollution, the world can continue to survive, but humanity will always bring about its own destruction."

Beside him, Nakajima Atsushi blinked his amber eyes, a little bewildered, "Mr. Dazai, does the government want to harm Mr. Tokiyo?"

"That's right!" Dazai Osamu stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Nakajima Atsushi, and said with a smile, "Atsushi-kun, so tomorrow's important mission of stopping the government from launching a nuclear bomb is—left to you!"

Nakajima Atsushi: "...Stop the nuclear bomb? Me?"

Dazai Osamu turned around and waved his hand leisurely, "Come on! And Akutagawa will come to help you, so don't worry~"

The little white tiger jumped up in fear, "What——"

Dazai Osamu walked to the deserted street, turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man who suddenly fell on the street light and looked down at him.

He was wrapped in bandages and seemed to have a lot in common with him.

He was holding an unconscious person in his arms, who looked vaguely familiar.

The young man fell to the ground, with traces of old scars behind his bandages. His black hair was streaked with gray highlights, and his voice was magnetic and obscure, inexplicably familiar.

"Dazai-kun, how about a deal?"

"I sent someone out. You are responsible for protecting him and asking him to make me a delicious cheesecake. How about that?"

"Sent it out? From where?" Dazai Osamu asked softly, "Could it be that it was sent out from inside the barrier?"

The man chuckled noncommittally.

The first person to appear outside the barrier.

"Your voice sounds so familiar, including your dark-gray hair..."

"Dazai-kun," the young man said, "Yokohama, film set, mask."

"I am similar to you, but different."

Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled slowly.

He picked up his phone and made a call. After the call was connected, he smiled softly, "Sawada-kun, I suddenly had a good idea. If all goes well, we can enter the barrier."

"According to current intelligence, the barrier was created by the contaminated Marley Ring. The Marley Ring possesses spatial properties. Its owner was clever enough to combine the pollution caused by the Marley Ring with human life, thus reducing the burden of the Marley Ring on him."

"But relatively speaking, he's probably already at his limit in maintaining his current state. He probably can't extricate himself."

"The only way to destroy the barrier is to impact both the inside and outside of the barrier simultaneously, completely destroying its stability."

"However, the barrier itself is heavily contaminated, so ordinary people cannot touch it at all."

"But you are different, Sawada-kun. Your ring and Mare's ring are of the same origin. For a moment, it can create a breach in the barrier. But inevitably, your ring and you will be contaminated."

"That's not a problem." The young man's cold voice sounded from the other end of the microphone. "But why are you so sure that someone in the barrier can cooperate with us to destroy it?"

Dazai Osamu laughed.

"Because some people just can't give up."

****

Before Shinjuku was completely blocked, Dazai Osamu received a phone call.

"Dazai-kun, it's me."

From Mo Shiyu's side, there were shrill screams and laughter, as well as the extremely ominous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another.

Dazai Osamu's leisurely expression, as he was looking for a place to jump into the river, suddenly became serious.

Mo Shiyu said, "This may be the last time I talk to you. I'm in Shinjuku and something unexpected happened. Anyway, the enemy has already taken action."

"Today is the decisive battle."

"They're using human lives for sacrifice. I feel my memory fading rapidly... Next, I might lose my memory. Their purpose is easy to guess."

"But believe me, I will definitely send out the signal, and that day won't be too late."

"Because this time, I'm not alone."

"The moment you see the signal, victory will be ours."

"Before that, please."

Even after being distorted by the telephone signal, his voice was still soaked in blood and full of fighting spirit.