I, the only superpower on earth

"Dip woo~ rip woo~ rip woo~"

Urgent sirens sounded on the streets of Tokyo, and the Yae Sakura, nicknamed "October Sakura", fell in pieces in the bleak autumn wind. The wheels rolled and ran over the snow-white petals, and the road was filled with an atmosphere of urgency.

From TV to radio, pieces of news are being released through various media channels, like blood pumped from the heart, and the information is conveyed to every street in Tokyo through electronic signals.

"Urgent news from our station, there is an unexpected incident on the south road of Moshita Town, Arakawa District, which is suspected to be a terrorist attack..."

"The area from Moshita Town to Muromae Town has been urgently blocked. Pedestrians and vehicles in need of traffic please divert as soon as possible..."

"The police are still investigating the further situation of the incident, but there are also some related rumors and videos on the Internet, and we are currently analyzing it..."

The voice of the news host came from the video camera. In an old izakaya in the suburbs adjacent to Arakawa District, although it was daytime, there were a few middle-aged drinkers drinking at the counter.

"Even TV Tokyo has started broadcasting the news. It's really rare to see such a big battle. I don't know what happened in Mojita Town?"

"Earthquake or nuclear power plant leak? Impossible in the front, such a recent earthquake, we must also feel it here. But the nuclear power plant leaked, and the nuclear power plant is not in Megami Town, right?"

"Don't think about it...whether it's an earthquake or a nuclear power plant, if something really happens, our place should be evacuated."

"I believe the former, but I'm afraid the latter is not necessarily true?"

"Or it was a secret experiment by the government. Godzilla came out of the ground and swallowed everyone. Now the Self-Defense Forces are fighting monsters in the sky above Mekamachi, 'Whoa-boom!', Just like in Ultraman, ahahaha!"

"Stop talking, Godzilla has really appeared, and the only ones who will fight them over Tokyo are the Americans, hahahaha!"

Unscrupulous middle-aged people laughed drunkenly at the counter.

The milf boss behind the counter wiped the wine glass and gave them a sideways glance.

"What's going on? Didn't you listen to the news carefully just now?"

"Oh, sorry, Sukiko-chan, when I watch the news, I only pay attention to the host's chest size."

"That's right. Speaking of which, the TV Tokyo news anchor just now wore black silk, and her legs look pretty good."

"Really?! Looks like I'll have to go back and find the video today."

The proprietress reluctantly put the wine glass on the table and cast a winking look at them.

"How many of you... really can't help it."

"What, is Sukiko-chan angry?"

"Baa, baa, actually, Sukiko-chan's breasts are also very interesting~"

"If Sukiko-chan were twenty years younger, there wouldn't be such a thing as that hostess!"

Amidst the laughter of the drinkers in front of the cabinet, the proprietress shook her head.

"You guys... haven't you already said the first sentence in the news broadcast just now? It's suspected to be a terrorist attack..."

"Terrorist attacks?"

The drinkers froze for a moment.

One of the middle-aged drinkers burped, showing a reminiscing expression.

"Huh... Speaking of which, could it be another incident similar to the 'Sinrikyo'?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly felt a little haze covering each other's faces.

After a long time, one of the drinkers sighed, raised his glass, and took a deep drink for himself:

"...If this is the case, it would be a pity. Why didn't this incident happen in the villa in Chiyoda Ward!"

"That's right—even if it's a high-end apartment in the port area!"

The drinkers all showed expressions of deep regret, toasted and clinked wine with each other, and the lively atmosphere was restored.

"You guys..."

The proprietress shook her head helplessly.

She started to pack up other things again, but the moment she lowered her head, she seemed to see something passing by outside the store door.

——Is it my own illusion?

With this slight doubt, the proprietress lowered her head again and packed up her things.

But at this moment, a drinker next to him looked at his mobile phone, suddenly smiled excitedly, and shouted.

"...My God! Is that so?"

Others in the izakaya looked sideways, even the proprietress raised her head again and looked at him in surprise.

"You guy, what the hell are you screaming?!"

Another drinker said to him angrily.

"Hey, look at your phone, Yahoo headlines... Look, it's the live video of the Muxia Town incident, and it's gone viral!"

...Live live video?

The other drinkers and the proprietress took out their mobile phones suspiciously and searched for information about this incident.

Moments later, a series of exclamations sounded from the izakaya:

"How can it be!"

"Oh My God?!"

...

When police sirens sounded row upon row on the streets of Tokyo, snow-white petals of the October cherry fell to the ground amidst the screaming sirens. Meshita-machi and Muromae-machi were urgently blocked, but the inside story of the incident was spread wildly on the Internet, and related public opinion was rampant. when.

In a remote corner of Arakawa District, on the rusty iron stairs, Mio Ito's feet stepped on the door of her house again.

Although separated by a heavy iron door, the voices of men and women behind the door were still clearly discernible in her evolved ears.

"Hey, how long will it take to get the offering money for this month?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I will definitely raise enough, I will definitely be able to..."

"I've heard this too many times. You have been late in paying the offering money for five consecutive months. If you continue like this, the gods will be angry. It is impossible for you to be saved by the King of Bliss, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please allow a few more days... I will definitely..."

"Don't just say I'm sorry, didn't the leader usually say that? Rather than saying 'I'm sorry', I hope to say 'I can do it'. Only in this way can I get the happiness bestowed by King Ming...Do you understand it?" ?”

"sorry……"

"Tsk, I really can't do anything with you...Hey, is it true that you can't get the offering money? If you still can't get it, you can stay at home and reflect on yourself during this month's pilgrimage."

"Can't go to the pilgrimage meeting?! But, but... only this..."

"Since there is no way to worship King Ming, then King Ming can't bless you, that's fair—wait, wait, what are you going to do, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Brother, I, I have no money, but my body..."

"Tsk, go away! A sow who has been raped by countless people, what do you think you are! Bah, what a bad luck!"

The voice behind the door grew louder.

Mio Ito printed her palm on the door, and bright red blood gushed out, covering the entire door. The blood seeping into the keyhole formed the shape of a key, and the lock tongue was gently turned, and the door was silent. opened.

The moment the door opened, the scene in the narrow living room was captured in Ito Mio's eyes at a glance.

Portraits, incense burners, put away cushions, and a picture of a man and a woman arguing in the center of the living room.

The woman with disheveled hair hugged the thigh of a young man in a long robe. The latter tried to kick her away with a look of contempt, but the former still held her tightly.

"Please believe me, I will definitely raise enough offering money! This month's pilgrimage must not abandon me, I want to be saved!"

"Tsk..."

The man's tongue-in-cheek voice hadn't been fully uttered, but the sudden light from outside the door had already attracted his attention.

"Hey you……"

He looked at Mio Ito who was standing at the door with an incredulous expression on his face.

And the woman also turned her head, and looked at the girl whose figure was exactly the same as the person she remembered, but whose face was completely different, her eyes widened in astonishment——

"How...how is it possible...you are...Meo?"

Mio Ito looked at the two of them and smiled slightly, like a crystal without any impurities.

"Well, Mom."