Tendō Civil Security Company.
The black-haired, straight-haired female high school student president sitting in the president's chair in the president's office saw another victim and sighed.
She had warned them, but they still watched - so she couldn't say she hadn't reminded them.
This was good now - she wasn't the only victim anymore. She wasn't the only one whose eyes had been tainted and whose soul had suffered considerable damage.
But was it a sincere warning?
Sorry, but it was actually deliberately intensifying the stimulation.
So let's see how the victims were commenting in the livestream.
Well, she purely wanted to see the victims' comments and join in criticizing together.
She definitely wasn't curious and wanting to watch - absolutely not.
Additionally, the reason for not logging off was also to ask Miss Whispered about the panacea production situation.
Tendō Kisara had also watched the entire process, but unfortunately her brain couldn't remember all the details.
Furthermore, in her world, it was also difficult to find so many medicines.
Miss Tessa the Whispered was still amazing - she could watch while directly writing everything down quickly, practically multitasking.
But Tendō Kisara couldn't do it - she had to occasionally shift her gaze from the livestream to reality to focus on the paper content, resulting in some text overlapping or writing beyond the paper size.
She couldn't be a human printer like Miss Whispered.
So if Miss Whispered's side succeeded in manufacturing, then when the energy bar filled up, she could use energy coins for transmission to send her a batch of panacea.
Of course, Tendō Kisara had also contacted Miss Saeko Busujima - if that side also mass-produced with some surplus, they could save some for her too.
Speaking of which, how long would it take for the energy bar that earned energy coins to fill up?
Currently the progress was just a tiny bit.
But Tendō Kisara had also confirmed one thing - when she was subjugating Gastrea, the progress was more noticeable.
Besides that, when her only pair of employees were dealing with situations she witnessed, there was also a slight increase.
So it seemed that as long as there were scenes of subjugating Gastrea being livestreamed, they all had an increasing effect.
Did she need to become a war correspondent?
Well, she wouldn't think about that much now - she'd consider it later.
She'd better enter the livestream quickly to participate in criticism, otherwise it might close and she'd miss the chance to criticize.
Ejie looked somewhat dazed at the face in front of him that was showing disgust toward him.
Unfortunately, this face's disgust was becoming increasingly fake - it was difficult to continue the act. Because what the face's owner was doing was being replaced by embarrassment.
So now they had finished that classic back-washing and moved on to using those easily swaying objects from back-washing to handle a weapon that was in some sense more dangerous than an explosive gun.
Hmm?
Sudden commotion - the glasses girl burst in.
Along with the glasses girl's flustered voice, that dangerous weapon also happened to be fully charged and misfired.
There was an unusual sound in the sky, along with airflow pressing downward caused by propellers.
A helicopter was landing on the Takagi family's helipad in the newly arrived night, and the first person to get off was a burly man.
The aura he emanated gave that feeling of natural authority without anger - he looked like someone with very strong willpower who wouldn't be easily defeated.
"Welcome back, Dad—"
"Mm."
Souichiro Takagi, chairman of the region's largest power "Patriotic Concern Society," nodded to his daughter.
Now, what kind of existence would the person his daughter brought be? He would witness firsthand whether it was truly as terrifying as his wife had said.
"What's wrong? Worried about Dad conflicting with him?"
"Ah? No, I just, that guy—it's nothing."
Saya Takagi was somewhat incoherent. She wasn't worried about Dad conflicting with him.
Her current expression was obviously misunderstood by Dad - she wasn't worried, but sulking.
"Did he bully you?"
"No-no."
"Then why do you look somewhat angry at him?"
"This, Dad doesn't need to understand!!!"
Saya Takagi seemed to cry out somewhat petulantly, then shrank her neck when scared by Dad's death glare.
Dad didn't like her shouting - it was so impolite.
So Saya Takagi stopped saying anything and silently followed beside Dad.
Just as they were about to enter a VIP reception room—
"General, do you really want to meet him? It's very dangerous - that, that's just a monster."
Someone advised Dad with a voice still somewhat uneasy and even fearful, making Saya Takagi glare over displeasedly.
This guy was one of the people who had been beside Mom welcoming everyone just now. Had this guy been scared out of his wits?
Don't talk nonsense either - how could you casually call someone a monster?
This person seemed to be worried about Dad's safety, but was actually trying to instigate Dad to ask the person to leave and not stay here.
Then this guy instantly stiffened because he was also receiving Dad's death glare.
The next second, Dad opened the door.
"Hmm?"
After Souichiro Takagi's body stiffened slightly, his first glance locked onto one person.
It wasn't because he was the only conspicuous male inside. Besides this male, there were several females beside him as well as his own wife.
The reason he locked onto him at first glance, if described using animal instinct, would be beast intuition.
Humans were originally members of the animal kingdom. If returned to the wild without contact with civilization, they would eventually adapt to the outdoors and become beasts with beast intuition.
Of course, Souichiro Takagi hadn't abandoned his status to experience savage life.
This was the so-called "beast intuition" he had acquired through years of dealing with various forces and encountering various crises.
The moment he pushed open the door, his body instinctively entered an unprecedented state of extreme tension, warning him that a very terrifying existence was here. His body acted ahead of his consciousness, prohibiting him from entering.
So Souichiro Takagi immediately looked toward the source of that terrifying aura - it was a young man.
Although he looked like college age in appearance, to Souichiro Takagi such young people were boys.
He didn't look particularly imposing, but rather had that scholarly image.
He looked non-threatening - this was probably how normal people would see it. No, if people hadn't experienced enough life and death, hadn't reached a certain level themselves, lacked perspective, lacked experience, they still couldn't see the threat.
But in Souichiro Takagi's perception, the other party was wrapped in a bone-chilling aura of death.
How much life and death had he experienced, how many people had he killed to become like this?
Compared to those old guys Souichiro Takagi had seen who had experienced many real battles and darkness and survived to this era, he was even more terrifying.
Now he could understand why his wife Yuriko had used a noun to describe the other party in their later call - demon.
Yes, this was a noun, different from individual old guys he had also seen who were called demons.
The old guys' "demon" was an adjective, while his "demon" was a noun.
The meanings were vastly different.
At this moment, he also understood that Yuriko saying the other party could single-handedly destroy this place wasn't an exaggeration, but fact.
His daughter had really brought back an incredible guy.
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