[This guy was trying to recruit you, right? It sounds like it's beneficial to you. Why didn't you agree?]
Ichigo jumped in the air. No one knew how he managed to determine his position, but he moved his body a few times to avoid the branches and trees as obstacles. He was as agile as a monkey.
Genius Sword asked in a mocking tone. It seemed like he was feeling sorry for Ichigo for rejecting Imanishi Eita's recruitment, but it also seemed like he was laughing at Ichigo for getting into trouble.
He blinded Ichigo's eyes with one slash and exposed his whereabouts.
[Do you regret slashing him like that?
You're completely exposed. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape even if you have wings. Even if you have the power I gave you, you won't be able to escape. Stupid, too stupid.]
"I'll die."
"I'll die here."
Ichigo's sword swayed around his waist. He calmly stated his ending and accepted his death with a clear conscience. He calmly accepted the countdown of the modification experiment just like how he calmly accepted it in the underground base. He only regretted that he did not get to eat a few more mouthfuls of food before he died. "I already have one more life."
“GOGO！”
"He's here!"
Ichigo's voice did not contain any fear towards death. The dark forest around him had already become a hunting ground. He was the prey, and Angelica was the hunter.
He could hear the voices of the Self-Defense Forces and Angelica soldiers behind him. There were also helicopters hovering in the sky. Their spotlights swept across the forest and occasionally landed on Ichigo's body.
In ancient times, when high officials and nobles hunted, they would send their servants to the hunting ground to herd the prey together. Then, they would shoot the prey with their bows. This kind of collective hunting had existed since the Paleolithic Era. Sometimes, it was used by wild beasts, and sometimes it was used by humans.
The front, the left, the right, and the back formed a line of defense in all directions. The infantry in the forest were retreating as if they were about to make a big move.
"Since I've already died once, why should I fight to the death for the greed of the living?"
Ichigo suddenly pulled out his sword and swung it forward. A tree in front of him was instantly cut in half, and he stepped on the half of the tree's corpse.
"Besides, if being weak is wrong, then is being strong righteous?"
"For the happiness and health of all the people, we seek for a normal country. Now, people like Moses are using high-sounding words to tie themselves to the country and arbitrarily decide the life and death of people. Apart from the fact that people will die because of birth, old age, sickness, and death, people like them are no different from the gods that they personally promised."
"Hundreds of years ago, in a random war, one of their ancestors was conferred with glory because he accidentally fought well. So, hundreds of years later, they were the ones who went to war, they were the ones who welcomed the enemy, and now they are the ones who want to restore the country. They used the slogan of nation and country to transcend class, and drove 140 million oxen and horses to carry bricks and build their own pyramids."
[That Imanishi Eita said that he wanted you to become a deity in this country and stand above 140 million people. Tsk tsk.]
The Devil Blade was amazed. [You mortals' emperors are only like this. Although you're ruling over mortals, it's not a big deal to be such a deity.]
"The so-called deity that he mentioned." The head of the throne placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"If you stand above the mortals and enjoy the worship and abuse your power, you will be trapped in the network of mortals' society.
The so-called deity is just another ugly fantasy of humans. "
"It's just that some people have placed their beautiful fantasy of power on an illusory deity idol. They wrapped a mortal in gold and stuck gems on him, imagining that divinity will appear from a dead mummy."
"The deity that he mentioned is still a member of this social system and is placed in the ubiquitous network. No matter how powerful he is, he is still tightly wrapped in the greed of seven billion mortals."
"The farmers who work in the fields fantasize that the big shots should use a golden hoe, that the deity should be tyrannical, that the deity should be in power, that the deity should be immortal, and that the deity should enjoy the worship of the world. This is the deity that Imanishi Eita is talking about."
[…] Mizuno fell silent. The first person who held the title was an egomaniac, the second was a gambler, and the third was a philosopher.
But this guy's understanding of the deity seemed to be particularly novel.
[Head of the throne, what does the deity in your heart look like?]
"A real deity."
The words of the head of the throne did not have any hesitation. It seemed that he had already painted the appearance of the deity in his heart. "He should be an existence that transcends the entire society and is not bound by the human social system. He is not a clay idol. He ignores productivity, ignores production relations, and no longer retains human greed. He can reverse the human social network with his own strength."
The white pupils of the head of the throne reflected the searchlight.
"Life and death, pain and joy, are the same for the deity."
[Then after what you said, none of the immortals that appear in the world can be regarded as deity in your eyes.]
The head of the throne laughed. "Do you think that a tramp like me, and a blind one at that, can watch the programs on the TV? At most, I can only listen to the nonsense of other tramp. I don't know where I got the information from, it's all messy."
"But from what other tramp said, those demons, ghosts, and gods that appear all over the world …"
"They are just clay sculptures with different skins but the same insides."
Mizuno's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Although the head of the throne was blind, what he saw was not ordinary.
If he didn't know that the head of the throne was just talking nonsense, Mizuno would have jumped up on the spot.
The head of the throne said a lot, as if he was not blind but mute, and after gaining a mouth, he wanted to say all the things that he had never said before in one breath.
It was as if he was saying his last words.
Saying his last words in this life.
And as the head of the throne chattered, his figure jumped out of the forest.
The outside of the forest was filled with troops.
Thud!
Countless searchlight shone on the head of the throne. The barricade was defended, and the armored battle line was set up a hundred meters away. Dark muzzles turned at the same time.
When the footprints were being tracked outside, they were already ready to go. Angelica's army was getting serious.
There was the sound of mechanical friction, and the pulse of human muscle and blood pumping.
From left to right, from top to bottom, Grim Reapers stood with swords in their hands. They raised their bodies, ready to harvest the soul of the head of the throne at any time.
"Fujitor Renichi, you killed fifteen innocent people at the Yokosuka Base." A loud voice came from the loudspeaker. "Now, our army will charge you with crimes against society …"
[So your real name is Fujitor Renichi.]
"No, I'm the head of the throne." The head of the throne held the wooden handle with his left hand and slid down the scabbard with his right hand.
Thud.
The tip of the scabbard tapped on the ground, guiding the head of the throne forward like a guide stick.
This way, he didn't have to worry about tripping over stones.
"Crimes against humanity …"
The loudspeaker listed the crimes one by one.
The head of the throne's footsteps were light, but his breathing was calm. In front of the dark muzzle, the blind old man bent his body slightly.
"Kill you on the spot!"