Tokyo.
Aweihara.
Ten days ago, this slum on the outskirts of Takamagahara had already beco a huge isolated island.
The city gates were completely sealed off by layers of heavy machinery and energy barriers.
The army was stationed at every exit, indifferently preventing every ordinary person from trying to escape Tokyo.
Even the road leading to the noble district of Takamagahara was strictly controlled by several-ter-high electrified barbed wire fences and fully ard "Red Demons," ruthlessly isolating mortals from the world of "gods."
All ordinary people are forced to stay at ho and cannot go anywhere.
In order to maintain the so-called "order," the professional lords of Takamagahara were too lazy to take matters into their own hands. Instead, they hired a group of idle thugs and gave them the power to manage ordinary people.
These scum, who are usually at the bottom of society, transform into the most brutal and vicious dogs once they have the power of life and death.
Wearing red armbands symbolizing power and carrying iron bars and stun guns, they patrolled the °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° empty streets.
Anyone who dares to leave their ho, even just to find a little food, will face extrely harsh punishnt.
All communication networks were cut off, televisions showed only static, and cell phones beca useless pieces of tal that could only tell the ti.
More than 20 million people were imprisoned in a huge prison called "Tokyo".
Although the authorities repeatedly claid via broadcast that Takamagahara might soon face an unprecedented beast tide, the lockdown was only for the safety of the people.
But such a clumsy lie wouldn't even fool a three-year-old.
Despair was brewing, and most people already understood that the Kujo family was preparing to sacrifice all the ordinary people in Tokyo to resurrect their powerful ancestor.
They are like pigs and sheep being raised in captivity, just waiting for the mont when the butcher's knife falls.
Inside an old apartnt building in Ashihara Ward.
The dimly lit room was filled with a musty sll. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and only a few faint rays of light pierced through the gaps, illuminating the dust floating in the air.
In the corner, a little girl huddled beside the sofa, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, her big eyes filled with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her gaze cautiously drifted to the center of the room.
There, her mother was kneeling on the ground, her forehead already bruised and bloody from kowtowing, yet she seed oblivious to the pain, chanically repeating the act of kowtowing.
In front of the mother was an image of Amaterasu Omikami.
The being regarded as the supre deity in the land of cherry blossoms had a smile on his face that looked particularly eerie and cold in the dim light.
"May Amaterasu protect ... May Amaterasu protect ..."
The mother kept muttering, her voice hoarse and nervous, "Bless our family with peace... Bless those adults not to arrest us... As long as I can live, I am willing to give up ten years of my life... no, twenty years..."
Listening to her mother's obsessive prayers, the little girl's tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not cry out.
She turned her head and looked at her father lying on the sofa.
The father's face was ashen, his eyes were closed, his chest heaved violently, and each breath was accompanied by a painful groan.
His legs were twisted at an eerie angle, his knees were a bloody ss, and the white bones were faintly visible.
Two days ago, the father tried to escape Tokyo with his wife and daughter, but they were discovered by the "managers" at the sewer exit and were brutally broken with iron bars.
If it weren't for the father handing over all the family's remaining savings, the three of them would probably have beco floating corpses in the sewers long ago.
Just then.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Suddenly, a loud banging on the door ca from the hallway, accompanied by rude curses and cries, which ca clearly through the thin walls.
"Open the door! Open the door for !"
"Why didn't you listen to and stay inside? Why did you have to run out? The entire city of Tokyo is under lockdown, where could you possibly run to?!"
Imdiately following was the dull thud of fists colliding.
"Bang!"
"Ah—! Stop hitting them! Please, please stop hitting them!"
That was the voice of Uncle Tanaka from next door. He was usually a kind man who always smiled and gave candy to little girls, but now his screams were so shrill that they sent chills down your spine.
"You think you can run? I'll let you run!"
The sounds of hitting grew increasingly violent, accompanied by the cracking of breaking bones. "Let's see if you dare run away again?! Huh?!"
"Spare ... spare ..."
The wails gradually weakened, turning into intermittent groans.
Inside the room, the mother's kowtowing suddenly stopped, her body trembling like a leaf, and she lowered her head even further, her prayers becoming more urgent and incoherent.
A mont later, the wailing outside stopped abruptly.
A deathly silence.
Then, a young man's gloomy voice ca, tinged with impatience: "Damn it, it's dead already? It's so weak, too fragile."
Another voice rang out: "Alright, enough nonsense. Hurry up and dispose of the body, just throw it into the incinerator. If the higher-ups find out we've killed soone again, we'll be in trouble."
Then ca the sound of a heavy object being dragged, gradually fading into the distance.
Until there was absolutely no sound outside.
Only then did the little girl dare to move. She rushed into her father's arms with a look of terror on her face, her little hands tightly gripping the blood-stained corner of her father's clothes.
Tears finally stread down her face. She looked up and asked cautiously:
"Dad...we're going to die soon, aren't we?"
On the sofa, the father struggled to open his cloudy eyes.
Looking at his daughter's innocent and fearful little face, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing him unbearable pain.
He wanted to sit up and hug his daughter, but the excruciating pain from his broken leg made even moving a finger a luxury.
The father's face was extrely pale. He coughed heavily a few tis, and blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand with trembling hands and carefully stroked the little girl's head, tears streaming down his face and sliding into his temples.
"Yumi, I'm sorry..."
The father's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless regret and self-bla.
"It's all Dad's fault... He's incompetent..."
"You were born in Tokyo, you were born in such a cruel world..."
"Dad can't protect you..."
He stared at the ceiling, his gaze gradually unfocused, as if he could see through the layers of cent to the gloomy sky where there was no divine protection.
"In your next life... Dad hopes you can live in a happy world."
“There are no high walls, no blockades, and no cannibalistic...gods.”
This family is just one example.
Despair, like a black tide, spread through every such family, drowning out reason and hope.
In so families, the mbers would dress neatly, sit around the dining table, and after enjoying their last supper, silently drink red wine laced with deadly poison, then die hand in hand at ho, thus preserving their final dignity.
So families, however, descended into a final frenzy.
The man brought out his treasured spirits, and the woman donned her most beautiful clothes. They sang and danced in the living room, indulging their most primal desires and enjoying this final revelry before the end of the world, even as the footsteps of the patrol could be heard outside the window.
However, just as everyone awaited death, just as the entire city of Tokyo was about to sink into a dark abyss.
suddenly.
boom!
A trendous explosion suddenly erupted!
The sound was louder than anyone could imagine, like the roar of the earth or the rumble of the sky collapsing.
The entire apartnt building was shaking violently, plaster was falling off the walls, and cups on the table were shaken off and shattered on the ground.
The mother, who was kowtowing, was jolted to the side and looked up in horror.
The little girl covered her ears tightly and scread.
So people couldn't help but lean out of the window to see what was going on.
In the direction of the outer periter of Tokyo, the alloy city wall, which was usually considered insurmountable and was fifty ters high, had a huge gap blown out!
Thick smoke billowed into the sky like a black dragon, and the flas illuminated half the sky.
At that gap, the once indestructible energy barrier was now flickering wildly, and finally went out completely with a piercing electrical sound!
The wind blew in.
That was a free wind from outside the city.
"The wall...the wall collapsed?!"
Soone exclaid in disbelief.
Imdiately afterwards, the sound spread like wildfire throughout the entire neighborhood.
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