Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Nuwa asked, "Are you going to Tokyo next?"

Wang Anzhi nodded and said with a self-deprecating smile, "I just hope I won't be wanted by the Snake Clan this time."

The Snake-Headed Eight Families are eight mixed-race families that rule Japan. Now, almost all of them have nominally joined Kassel College and established a branch in Japan.

However, in reality, the Snake Clan still possesses considerable autonomy and is an independent kingdom within the Secret Party.

But then again, which parts of the Secret Service aren't independent kingdoms?

Nuwa was not surprised, as if she was well aware of Wang Anzhi's ability to cause trouble. She asked, "Do you need some support from the orthodox sect?"

"What kind of support?" Wang Anzhi immediately became cautious. He knew that Nuwa was always shrewd and calculating. Although she could not be described as extremely cunning, she was still a master strategist.

Since she has said this, it means that Nuwa herself wants to make some plans for Japan.

The Japanese government's military force today consists only of the Self-Defense Forces and the US military stationed in Japan, the most important of which is the Seventh Fleet located in Okinawa.

In the future, the little devil Lu Mingze, through his authority as a board member of Kassel College, mobilized the powerful artificial intelligence Norma, thereby gaining control of the Seventh Fleet and killing all the Deadpools originally located at the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

During this period, the Hebi-hachi family, which had a profound influence on the Japanese government, was still unable to organize an effective counterattack despite having made prior preparations.

It can be said that, apart from the US military stationed in Japan, the most powerful military force in Japan right now is actually the Hebi-hachi family.

The Snake Clan was able to mobilize over several hundred fully armed A-class hybrids at the Genji Building in Tokyo in a short period of time. If this timeframe were extended to a day, the number would increase to 5000.

This is merely a manifestation of the power of the Snake Clan in Tokyo.

Besides Tokyo, the Snake-Headed Eight Family also have their own local organizations in major cities throughout Japan.

Not to mention, Genji, one of the leaders of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, was also the leader of the Japanese nobility. At the same time, Genji once established a government ruled by the "samurai" – the shogunate.

Tokugawa Ieyasu, the ruler of the Edo Shogunate in Japan, was himself a descendant of the Seiwa Genji clan and the head of the Hebi-hachi family of that generation.

Since Tokugawa Ieyasu, the Snake-Headed Eight Families have been the de facto rulers of Japan.

After the Black Ships incident, the Snake-Headed Eight Families lost their rule over Japan and were forced to return power to the Emperor. Under the influence of guns and cannons and Western secret societies, they lost their political power and were thus forced to start engaging in the dark and treacherous business of the underworld.

However, there is no doubt that the Hebi-hachi family remained one of the leaders of both the nobility and the samurai class in Japan.

It can be said that from "General" to "Shadow Emperor", the influence of the Snake Clan on the secular world has declined, but it should not be underestimated.

Nuwa smiled, trailing her skirt as she approached Wang Anzhi's ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"One of the heads of the Snake-Headed Eight Families is very friendly to orthodoxy, but deeply disgusted by the Secret Party and the United States..."

At this point, Nuwa stopped, took a step back, and looked intently at Wang Anzhi.

Wang Anzhi understood that Nuwa wanted him to directly carry out a color revolution and destroy a country, a country with a population of 100 million.

That's giving him way too much credit.

However, no Chinese person could resist the temptation to live such a simple life.

He took a deep breath and glanced at Nuwa. "Nuwa, you don't actually think that patriarch you mentioned is trustworthy, do you?"

“Hehe,” Nuwa chuckled coldly, “Of course he is not trustworthy. However, he has such intentions and has sought our support, which is something we can try.”

"So you're asking me to go?" Wang Anzhi couldn't help but complain. Such an important matter being entrusted to him...

Hmm, is this trust or murder?

It's as difficult as Wang Xuance single-handedly destroying a country.

“You are the most suitable.” Nuwa tilted her head and looked at him, but never said why.

“Alright!” Wang Anzhi shook his head. “So, does the orthodox school have any influence in Japan?”

Nuwa shook her head. "The Secret Party, like the United States, regards Japan and the Snake Clan as their bedside and will not tolerate others sleeping soundly. The orthodox faction does not have much influence within Japan?"

Wang Anzhi still held a sliver of hope, "The Japanese Communists..."

Nuwa scoffed, "Don't count on them. They're completely hopeless now." She looked at Wang Anzhi, raised a finger, and said calmly:

"However, in critical moments, I can help you stop the US troops stationed in Okinawa and prevent them from leaving Okinawa."

"Two months is a bit tight!" Wang Anzhi murmured.

"If you can't do it in two months, then hurry back and don't have any expectations." Nuwa gently shook her head.

Finally, Wang Anzhi nodded, and then heard from Nuwa the name of the head of the Snake Clan who leaned towards orthodoxy.

At this moment, the drizzle gradually intensified, almost drowning out Nuwa's voice.

He listened to the sound of rain mingling with Nuwa's gentle voice, and whispered:

"It turns out it was him..."

Chapter 210 The report and the cherry blossoms bloom together

"The world is so big."

Erii Uesugi opened her mouth, but no words came out.

The girl, dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit and with long, dark red hair, stared blankly at the crossroads before her.

She stood cautiously at the edge of the intersection, looking at the bustling traffic, the bright lights, the hurried pedestrians, and the flashing lights, feeling quite lost.

She tentatively took a step forward, and a vehicle nearly blew past her.

Erii looked up and noticed that the flashing light in front of her was red.

She tilted her head, somewhat puzzled as to what this meant.

"Young lady, don't rush. Trains in Tokyo go this fast," an old woman said cautiously, having misunderstood the girl's meaning.

Erii Uesugi nodded; she sensed the old man's "goodwill," the same goodwill as her brother, Genjiro.

So she took out paper and pen from her pocket and started writing.

A moment later, she handed the small note to the old woman. The old woman looked down and saw that the writing on the note was very short, containing only the two words "thank you".

Then, the old man looked up at Erii and realized that the beautiful girl in front of him could not speak.

She sighed and added, "Girl, Tokyo is a big city with a lot of bad people. I heard that recently some people have mysteriously disappeared while walking on the street, and the police haven't been able to find anything. You must be careful!"

Bad guy?

Erii thought for a moment, "Is it a bad guy like an 'alien'?"

Erii seemed to understand something and nodded sharply, then wrote down her handwriting and showed it to the old man.

The old woman saw the note that read, "And what about you, Auntie? Where are your family members?"

The handwriting, so delicate and childlike, stirred a sense of wonder in the old man, causing him to unconsciously open his heart:

"He killed himself."

Then, the old man forced a smile, "But I also have a lovely grandson at home."

The old man saw the red light turn green and said to Erii, "That's enough, girl, you can walk now."

So, Erii Uesugi followed the old man across the street.

This time, the old man did not linger and left after a brief farewell.

Erii wanted to follow, but stopped in fear.

She looked back and saw that the top of the familiar building called "Genji Building" was obscured by a much smaller building in front of it.

If she went any further, she would lose her way back.

Is this the "home" that the old man just mentioned?

Erii wondered, "But why did that old man's son commit suicide?"

She didn't ask.

However, Erii couldn't quite imagine what she would do if her brother, Genjiro, "committed suicide."

You'll be even more lonely!

Erii stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the top of the building not far away, at a loss for what to do.

This was the first time she had run away from home.

When she chose to leave the "prison" where she lived, even the door with twelve safety bolts and two meters thick hard alloy doors could not stop her.

After Uesugi Erii steps out of that door, the hundreds-of-meters-tall Genji Tower will not be an obstacle for her either.

She smoothly avoided the crowd and walked out from the bottom of the building.

We continued forward until we stopped at the fork in the road.

Even now, as she walks past the crossroads, wanting to continue forward, she suddenly realizes she's about to lose her way back "home".

Is the room inside that two-meter-thick door my home? Is it the bittersweet home that the old man described?

Erii didn't know.

She saw a petal fall onto her shoulder, and a hint of joy appeared in her previously lifeless eyes.

Then she tilted her head and carefully took a step forward.

The petals that had landed on her shoulder trembled and were almost swept away by the wind.

Erii's movements slowed down a bit.

She looked at the pink petals that had landed on her shoulder and remained motionless, and smiled happily.

The flower chose her.

Then, she felt a few drops of rain fall on her head.

Erii Uesugi looked up, but she saw neither the sky nor the raindrops; instead, she saw only cherry blossom trees in full bloom that obscured the sky above her.

She smiled again.

Soon, the raindrops grew heavier and heavier, almost soaking Erii's clothes. She still carefully protected the cherry blossom on her shoulder, preventing it from getting wet.

However, Erii remained motionless.

She crossed the intersection, but still didn't know which way to go next.

Erii gripped her skirt tightly, staring blankly at the world around her.

Cars, people, wind—they all flow ceaselessly, and it seems everyone can find their place, but Erii cannot.