Chapter 61

After Douma displayed all the supernatural crystals on the table, he said goodbye to his half-brother, who was his food supplier, with a satisfied heart, without any regrets.

It's impossible to chat with him, as he is not the real 'Son of God'. If he talks to Shibuzawa Ryuhiko for a few more words, what if the other party stops providing him with special ability crystals?

Faced with Douma who fully displayed the spirit of a scumbag who would throw away things after eating them (?), Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, who was naturally abnormal, did not feel that there was anything wrong. He deeply enjoyed the process of raising the 'Son of God' to become a 'God'.

After all, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko is someone who would use a dagger coated with poison to attack his "friend" without any guilt. He is truly a best friend who would go through fire and water for his friends. This is the kind that ordinary people can't enjoy. This requires Dazai Osamu, who is not an ordinary person.

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"Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will bring enough spoils to you later." Shibuzawa Ryuhiko placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to Douma who personally escorted him out of the Minato Building.

The rare submission of the White Kirin made the crowd around them open their mouths in surprise, but they closed their mouths when they saw Douma-sama with a sad look on his face. If it was Douma-sama, there would be nothing strange about it, because this was Douma-sama who was like a god descended to the world and was willing to lead and save these humble people!

Douma automatically blocked out the fiery looks from the people around him. These guys who were his reading and writing followers had always been so enthusiastic, and he was almost getting used to it.

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"The amount of spoils doesn't matter, you just have to pay attention to your own safety." Douma was genuinely worried about Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's safety, because this was the food supplier (excluding his half-brother) who would automatically replenish supplies and provide him with special ability crystals for free.

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko, who was being cared for, chuckled. His beautiful dark red eyes were full of pride, and he said confidently, "You don't have to worry about me. They are just prey that will only struggle in vain."

"..." Ah, so confident? Douma looked at the confident Shibuzawa Ryuhiko with hesitation, not knowing whether to pour a bucket of cold water on him.

This confident guy in front of you was killed by the young Nakajima Atsushi in the original book because he looked down on others too much. The mutant who replaced him inherited Shibusawa Ryuhiko's personality, but was again too arrogant and was first slit his throat by the kind-hearted Russians, and then was completely crushed into ashes by the grown-up Nakajima Atsushi.

Wait... As a human, the death of Shibuzawa Ryuhiko doesn't seem to affect the use of [Ryuhiko's Space], and he still has a free food supplier. Oh, that's fine.

When the conscienceless Douma thought of this, he immediately put aside his worries and began to look forward to Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's future hunting results.

Although each energy-filled psychic crystal represents the life of a psychic, Douma, who is obsessed with making a living, no longer cares about that. Even if he doesn't eat these psychic crystals, a ruthless and evil person like Shibuzawa Ryuhiko will not give up collecting more "collections". He eats them just to avoid waste!

After comforting himself in this way, Douma felt that he was fine again.

In the next few days, Douma was in a very good mood because the wars were no longer so frequent recently. Douma, who was probably a lazy guy, was of course very satisfied with this. After all, which worker doesn't like this kind of salty life of just idling around and getting paid?

Not to mention the other people with special abilities in the Port Mafia (specifically Douma and Dazai Osamu who are good at slacking off), just the Labor Model (crossed out) Gravity Envoy Chuuya Nakahara is enough to wipe out those small and medium-sized organizations that are still unwilling to give up the 500 billion inheritance hanging in front of them.

While everyone's attention was focused on the 500 billion, Douma quietly left Yokohama under the cover of his subordinates (believers) and headed for the meeting place agreed with the Prime Minister.

When a qualified politician wants to please others, few people can refuse their thoughtful arrangements, and a politician who can sit in the Prime Minister's position, which can be said to be the top position in Japan, naturally has no lack of relevant business capabilities.

So, when Douma drove to the agreed meeting place after the sun set, it happened to be Douma's favorite night, and after entering the house and sitting down, he was served a sumptuous meal.

The transparent glass cup placed in front of Douma was filled with steaming crimson liquid. To other people it might smell fishy, ​​but to his cannibal nose it was a sweet and tempting scent.

Douma was not surprised that the top Japanese government officials knew that their food was human blood, especially the blood of people with special abilities. In other words, if these people did not even grasp such superficial information, then in Douma's eyes, they were really not worthy of cooperation.

When the Prime Minister saw Douma coming in, he did not stand up to greet him. After all, he was one of the people who had already stood at the top of Japan. If he lowered himself too much in front of someone who surpassed him, it would be detrimental to the future relationship between the two parties. The Prime Minister, who was like an old fox, knew this very well.

"It happens that I haven't had dinner yet. Douma-kun must be hungry after coming from such a long distance. Why don't you have dinner with me?" The invitation, which should have been a question, turned into an affirmative sentence from the Prime Minister's mouth.

Faced with the fragrant and tempting fresh blood, Douma did not refuse it, because just by smelling it, he was sure that the blood in front of him was not the blood of an ordinary person, but the blood of a person with special abilities, and this person was not weak.

"Then I will obey your order. The food you prepared is very exciting." After the courtesy, Douma calmly picked up the cup filled with the blood of the powerful psychic in front of him, drank a sip without panic, and then praised: "Your hospitality really did not disappoint, it is delicious."

Don't be fooled by Douma's calm and composed attitude at the moment. If he hadn't had Shibusawa Ryuhiko deliver the blood to his home a few days ago so that he could have a full meal, he would have been drooling right now. I don't know where they got this blood from. The quality is far different from that of ordinary psychics.

Douma breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least he didn't reveal too much in front of this observant old fox, such as his abnormal appetite.

After all, as long as he remains a cannibal, he will never be able to satisfy his appetite. Thinking of this, Douma's eyes darkened, and he must get the blue spider lily.

As both parties had their own demands, the negotiation progressed smoothly and quickly.

Douma, who is born in an ordinary family and is actually very young, has a huge gap in negotiation skills compared to the successful politician and Prime Minister. It should be difficult for him to gain an advantage, but in fact it is not the case.

Because Douma holds a bargaining chip that the Prime Minister absolutely cannot refuse, and the Prime Minister's request is to tie Douma to the Japanese chariot forever, so Douma will be able to fight for Japan willingly.

Under such circumstances, the Prime Minister would certainly not cut off his own retreat and resort to trickery in such negotiations. That would be too low-class and too easy for spies sent from other countries to catch him and kidnap the Transcendents that were so hard to come by in Japan.

As a result, Douma obtained a series of astonishing privileges with almost no effort, such as naturally obtaining the treatment and status of a high-ranking official... having immunity from murder under certain circumstances in Japan, and so on.

The Japanese government provides a series of welfare benefits for the newly born transcendents, and the requirements are reasonable: Douma cannot go abroad alone without prior notification; when foreign enemies attack, Douma is obliged to fight on behalf of Japan...

Douma flipped through the terms that had been prepared in advance, and after reading them carefully, he felt that these conditions were acceptable. The benefits he enjoyed far outweighed the price he had to pay, and to put it bluntly, as long as he had absolute power, he could turn against them at any time. After all, what was the point of talking about integrity with the Japanese?

The Prime Minister seems to be at ease, but he is actually very nervous. Although the terms discussed are very lenient, it does not mean that Lord Douma will definitely agree to sign them. However, they absolutely cannot lose this transcendent who came from the sky. //

The only sound in the quiet room was Douma turning pages.

The imbalanced supply and demand relationship made the Prime Minister feel very anxious. He was unusually impatient and asked, "What do you think, Lord Douma?"

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The negotiations took a long time, but Douma knew that whoever lost his temper first would lose in this situation. When the Prime Minister couldn't help but ask, Douma knew it was safe, and they would not refuse any of his requests.

With a clear mind, Douma no longer deliberately dragged his feet to put pressure on him, but came straight to the point and said, "I can accept the terms you proposed..."

Hearing this, the Prime Minister clenched his sweaty palms into fists, but before he could cheer in his heart, Douma's follow-up came: "However, I have one more condition."

"..." The Prime Minister took a deep breath without making a sound, and tried to speak in a soft voice: "Your Excellency Douma, please speak."

"I need the Special Forces to help me find something." Douma didn't keep the other party in suspense and made his request before the other party asked: "I want a 'book'."

The Prime Minister's heart skipped a beat, and the rumors about the 'book' immediately popped up in his mind. He was originally skeptical about the ambiguous information reported by the Special Powers Department, but Douma had already clearly asked for it, so the 'book' must be real.

In this case, he needs to think carefully whether to agree or not. Should he choose a ready-made transcendent, or the supernatural item "Book" that can do everything in the legend.

After hesitating for a moment, the Prime Minister had the answer in his mind. Although the "book" was magical, it was nothing compared to the transcendent being that could enhance the country's status.

This may not be the correct answer in most people's minds, but it is the correct answer that a country manager should make.

"I agree to your terms. The Special Powers Division will search for the whereabouts of the 'book' for you."

Douma, who was also worried, slowly let out a breath. From now on, he just had to wait patiently. After all, the "book" in the original work was indeed found by the Special Powers Department.