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"Are you still going to let us live a good life!?"

As Fang Mo slapped the table, everyone else's attention was instantly attracted.

"These bureaucrats in Fuyuki City are really screwed up!"

An expression of indignation appeared on Fang Mo's face, as if he was talking to himself or to the other diners in the izakaya: "These damn drunkards only dare to exploit us Japanese benzene all day long. The low-level social beasts don’t dare to investigate the murderer! How many people have died these days?”

"Why?"

Matou Sakura was stunned for a moment when she saw this. She hadn't reacted yet: "This...Master Archer?"

"First it was the explosion at Suiqunyuan College, then several blocks on the outskirts of the city were destroyed, and then even the houses of innocent citizens were blown up to the sky, and three generations of their ancestors were wiped out!"

However, Fang Mo ignored Matou Sakura and instead said to himself: "Damn it... the cults and murderers have become so rampant that they even dare to torture and kill us in our homes! But the Metropolitan Police Department The losers have done nothing but just make excuses to cover themselves up all day long!”

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the people around seemed a little angry.

Because what Fang Mo said was true. As a modern Japanese city, Fuyuki City was indeed chaotic and scary. Many people were so frightened that they didn't even dare to step out of their homes.

"Speaking of gas explosions and accidental fires, huh, they don't think we really believe these, do they?"

Fang Mo slapped the table again and shouted: "How can it be repaired! We, the Japanese society beasts, are obviously the ones who work the hardest. We eat cheap lunches every day and work hard to squeeze out the little tax money... but in the end... They raised a bunch of brainless pigs! In the end, they even treated us as the lowest beasts!"

"Just...that's it!"

Hearing this, the others obviously couldn't bear it anymore and subconsciously agreed.

"Our country is obviously a very good country, right? It has advanced science and developed economy." Fang Mo continued: "But as citizens of Fuyuki City, we can't even guarantee the most basic personal safety now, regardless of This is weird no matter how you think about it, right?”

"I have to work my ass off every day, and I don't see any hope, but it's already like this, so why not?"

"This should be our own country, right? We, the Japanese, have always worked overtime, obeyed the law, and have not harmed anyone. But in the end, no one is willing to stand up and protect our personal safety! Those who The powerful people in Japan only think about how to continue to exploit us, and they don’t say anything but laugh at and abuse us in private!”

"Do you know? The leftovers fed to the dogs by those Heisei nobles... are even more lavish than what we ate for our parents' birthdays!!!"

"..."

Having said that.

Almost everyone in the izakaya couldn't sit still.

Under the dim light, the pendant beside Fang Mo's ear was shaking, exuding a weird and turbid aura, as if something was giggling in the darkness.

The cold breath continued to spread.

It was like a bloated and dark shadow of chaos crawling and squirming on the ground.

Fang Mo's words carried some indescribable meaning. Like some abstract entity, it began to invade the thoughts of everyone around him. It penetrated into the depths of their souls little by little like tree roots, distorting logic and confusing Cognition makes it blind and foolish.

"I've been thinking, could it be that we Japanese people don't work hard enough?"

Fang Mo slapped the table and shouted: "I've obviously worked hard enough! We in Japan are already the country with the worst overtime in the world, okay?!"

"We Japanese and Japanese workers have to take the Shinkansen every day, and we have to be scolded by that shit boss at work. We have no rest, no lovers, and no even social interaction. We are occasionally bullied by our seniors. In the end, we fall down when we go home. I go to bed and then get up and continue working, bowing and saluting countless people, with a humble attitude. Who dares to say that I don’t work hard enough?”

"this……"

The others also fell silent upon hearing this.

I saw them looking at Fang Mo, with extremely complicated feelings in their eyes. Their expressions seemed to say, 'Oh my God, this is simply me! 'Same.

"I know that we Japanese people often use the term 'social animals' to laugh at ourselves."

"I'm afraid this has become a characteristic of Nippon, right?"

"But in fact, I, the social beast... I have also longed for a girl to save myself. She doesn't need to be beautiful or outstanding, but I will still try my best to be good to her, fight for her, and work overtime. In the end, we had a good meal together, holding her in my arms late at night and saying, "Honey, I love you, thank you for saving me."

"But I'm just a Japanese social beast."

"I am so ordinary, like a dying star in the night sky."

"It's just that our neon lights are too dazzling. Nowadays, people are in such a hurry, who would stop and look up at the stars? I use this social animal to laugh at myself... I'm just acting coquettishly at myself."

"..."

The diners in the izakaya were silent.

They lowered their heads and began to drink beer in large gulps.

Alcohol further stimulated the nerves, causing negative emotions to brew crazily in this small space.

“We Japanese and Japanese social animals must devote everything, health, love, happiness, and give up all the good things in our lives that we hope to retain, in order to get a job that can barely feed us... But what about those Japanese powerful people? They only need to insult We! You can make as much money as the Jews!"

"Do you know how much a watermelon costs next door?"

"Only a few hundred fucking yen! That's just the price of a bowl of ramen!"

“Do you know how much our local watermelon costs in Japan? It’s almost as good as the German bread during World War II!!!”

While talking, Fang Mo took out a watermelon from nowhere and smashed it on the table. Of course, his watermelon was a bit weird because it was actually square, but no one paid attention to it. Because there are really square watermelons here in Japan, and they are indeed very expensive.

"Do you know the biggest difference between humans and animals?"

"With temperatures close to 40 degrees in Tokyo, even crows know how to find a cool place to rest and drink water to avoid heat stroke, and we, the Japanese society animals, will choose to go to class B!"

At this point, Fang Mo changed the subject again in vain.

"Actually, in the past... I always laughed at the Japanese people who were hiding at home."

"These Japanese people have forgotten the spirit of Bushido and turned into cowardly Heisei trash. Once they encounter difficulties in work and study, they just sit at home and drown in virtual salvation. I think they are shameful cowards." Egg!"

"But now I've woken up!"

"These days, the Benites shrink back and give up when they encounter difficulties in reality, but when they encounter difficulties in the game, they can actively look for breakthroughs. Even in soul-based games, they persevere and don't care about the abuse and ridicule of others. This What does it mean?"

"This means it's not them who have the problem!"

"These NEETs are essentially people who are willing to work hard. The real problem is our work and study in Japan!"

"Our bullying culture in Japan... is well known all over the world, you bastard! In this environment, the only thing Japan can breed is sashimi, abnormality, and despair, okay!?"

"A social worker friend of mine drank too much because of too much stress, and eventually died of alcohol poisoning. Was it alcohol or the past that killed him?"

"But he was obviously alive in the past and when he was drinking! So who killed him..."

"It's the future."

Fang Mo pretended to sigh when he said this, then waved to the waiter and stuffed a handful of gold nuggets in his hand: "Brother, go fill up all the drinks for your friends. I will pay for everything today."

"Everyone, the country of Japan has become distorted."

After the waiter started pouring the wine, Fang Mo continued to speak: "Those powerful people born in the old world are viciously devouring our future. They use invisible flames to burn our dignity and whip our bodies. Maybe we don’t have the tenacity of Bushido and don’t care about honor...but do we really want to be social animals for the rest of our lives? Is happiness so out of reach in this country?”

"Tokyo's waste pickers don't have money to support their children in school... forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Fang Mo shook his head and his tone gradually became calmer: "In short, the country of Japan and Ben is already sick. It is very sick. Even tragedy can no longer arouse people's pity."

“…because we feel it.”

"It's... hateful..."

After hearing this, someone next to me finally couldn't help but slap the table: "Your Excellency, what you said is so good!"

"Yes, yes."

Like a pebble thrown into a lake, it created many ripples, and soon others joined in: "The country of Japan is completely rotten! How can it be repaired? Isn't it finished?"

"But what can we do?"

But soon, some people began to sigh in frustration: "Apart from drinking here, I'm afraid we can't change anything, right?"

"Friends, the power of will is infinite."

Fang Mo smiled, his face seemed to be blurred as his earrings swayed, and his voice became illusive, as if coming from the distant sky: "What I need to do is to wake up a few people in Fuyuki City first. Wake up, and then it's up to you to wake up more sleeping people..."

Speaking of which.

Fang Mo also left his position.

He only took a few steps and soon noticed an uncle looking at him in a daze.

He was holding a roll of paper in his hand, which should have belonged to his child. Fang Mo lowered his head and saw that it was actually a geography roll, so he took it over and wrote a few simple strokes.

"Give it back to you."

After writing a few words casually, Fang Mo handed the paper back again.

The middle-aged uncle lowered his head and glanced at the fill-in-the-blank question above. The capital of Austria, Berlin? The capital of Poland, Berlin? The capital of France...why is it still Berlin?

"ah???"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was a little confused: "Sir, did you write it wrong?"

"It's okay, you will know later."

Fang Mo didn't explain, just patted the other party's shoulder hard.

After that, he turned to look at the people present again: "Everyone, now we can no longer rely on groveling to beg for their mercy. Whether Fuyuki City or us Japanese social animals, we can only rely on us. Only by yourself can we protect ourselves. This is no longer a humble and ridiculous protest and demonstration, but a real war!”

Having said this, Fang Mo slowly stretched out a hand forward and squeezed it tightly: "Let us take back happiness...!"

"Yes! Take it back!"

Someone immediately echoed and shouted: "What you said is great!"

"That's right! You are the one who should control our Fuyuki City!" "Damn it! We want to support you to become the mayor of Fuyuki City, Kouga!!!" "What mayor! This is our noble Prime Minister!" "Yes! God must have finally come to save us, right!?"

"Hey~"

Seeing the red eyes of the people below, Fang Mo suddenly became happy.

Now he really has oil pouring out of his backyard, so beautiful.

To be honest, even Fang Mo himself did not expect that the pendant given by Nyarlathotep was so powerful. The other party was worthy of being an alien god in the Cthulhu mythology. This degree of bewitchment was comparable to Yuri's mind control. Okay: "You don't need to deify me..."

"That's right." Matou Sakura here agreed: "Master Archer is not a god, he is just Yuan..."

"What!"

I don't know who shouted: "Yuanshen?"

"I..."

Then Fang Mo started to have a headache.

…

A few hours later.

The speech in the izakaya has come to an end.

Fang Mo did not continue to act. After all, this kind of thing needed to be brewed and fermented, so he took Matou Sakura back to the hotel here.

"Master Archer, you looked so handsome just now."

As soon as they returned to the hotel, Matou Sakura looked at Fang Mo with adoring eyes and said, "You are indeed the hero sent by the Holy Grail to save this world. I can become your master and be the first to be saved by you." I am so happy.”

"Yeah?"

Fang Mo didn't feel that he said anything, he was just making fun of him.

It's just that the earrings Nyarlathotep gave her are too out of line. Not only can they work in groups, but they also seem to have memetic contamination properties.

After all, I am also a dimensional demon. I can see that after listening to what I said, this group of people are surrounded by an indescribable aura, which is like some kind of spiritual plague. Then as they talk, this kind of The effects also spread to others.

Because Fang Mo saw it with his own eyes.

One of the men called a friend and seemed to describe what he said, and then the other person drove over from nowhere, with the same chaotic aura covering his body.

It can only be said that these foreign gods are really powerful in playing with people's hearts, but the effect will not spread to the whole world, right?

I just want to have some fun.

I really don’t want to do anything else.

Rubbing his brows, Fang Mo didn't bother to worry about it anymore. Anyway, this was just Fuyuki City in Japan, and it wasn't anywhere else. It didn't matter if he just had fun like this, right?

Of course I want to think about it.

In order for the next whole work to be implemented smoothly.

Fang Mo still did some work, such as pulling out Hayakawa Akira and Himeno, and then discussed the knowledge about Japan Ben with the couple. By the way, he told the other party his plan to see if they could discuss it. Some relatively simple and quick ways to get things done.

Of course, this discussion lasted only one night.

By the next day, Fang Mo had roughly figured out some details, so he quickly woke up Matou Sakura here.

"Lord Archer?"

Matou Sakura opened her eyes a little anxiously: "What's wrong?"

"Oh it's all right."

Fang Mo touched the other party's head: "Wash up, have some breakfast, and follow me to Fuyuki TV station later."

Ahem, let me make it clear that this all happened in the virtual Hibon Fuyuki City in the Holy Grail War anime. Dear readers, please don’t mess with me... I have carefully deleted it.