Blessed by the Goddess of the Moon and calm night air, the SH-70M flew uninterrupted South of Nagasaki with three Land Rovers following suit.

As they flew closer to the Origin of Evil, the Demon Lord, the brighter the Forsaken Pearl shines. As if a beacon to warn humanity of the destruction to come.

But something was not right.

“HQ, rescan the area, are you sure there is no possible threat en route?”

“Affirmative, we compared the satellite imagery for the past 20 years, there doesn’t seem to be any possible threat being built or existed there before. Life sign and street cameras showed no abnormalities.”

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This is weird, the previous birthed of the Demon Lord lead the unification of the demons. They offered almost a million lives as tribute to their new master. It was recorded of how the Empire sent one of their best assassination team only to be skinned and be made as porridge for their new Lord.

Yet, the most peculiar of them all is the location we are heading. It’s a small town of peaceful Japan. Surrounded by mountains, it has sustained thousands of years of history. That’s it, it is just that. There’s no billion-dollar secret family there nor does the location offer any significant defensive mechanism.

 With cold sweat on his back, they finally arrived at the Miyakonojō Private Hospital.

Subconsciously, Gale’s face twitch.

How dare they! They even used my own hospital!