The Underage Angel of Judgment (Second Update) / In Weather Like This, It'd Be a Shame Not to Kill Someone (Third Update)

When some private medical teams heard that the area they were to go to was the second megalithic monument, they either made excuses or asked for exorbitant prices, and very few agreed.

Left with no other choice, in order to satisfy his daughter's needs, Raiden Ryoma had to swallow his pride and, with a try-it-and-see attitude, invite this mentally unstable shut-in to come.

Although Sumire Muroto may seem unreliable, she is quite famous in the medical field, and with her call, she managed to gather a group of doctors to help her.

In addition, this woman did a few good deeds, such as testing the rate of Gastrea Virus erosion in each of these Cursed Children's bodies and leaving them with bracelets for easy testing and real-time monitoring.

As the scene grew lively, another unexpected reinforcement arrived to lend a hand.

Miori Soma, the daughter of the president of the famous weapons company Sima Heavy Industries, also brought some of her own assistance, accompanied by Tendou Kisara.

Of course, judging from her behavior of heading straight there after entering, this young lady was most likely involved in this mess Rentaro Satomi, and in her own name at that.

The hatred in Tendou Kisara's heart is too heavy; if he cannot vent it in time, he will go insane sooner or later.

As for Miori Soma, she was too focused on personal gain and had no intention of getting involved herself. She was a Vixen, while the silly girl in front of her was much more innocent.

Kevin, observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but compare several girls of similar age. When he saw Raiden Mei personally moving the equipment for the prefabricated house, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head slightly.

After handing a steel plate to the construction worker, Kevin noticed that Rentaro Satomi had just finished class, was staring at the towering stone monument wall with a complicated expression, muttering to himself.

"With these two walls... how can they sleep?"

"To be precise, it should be three..."

The boy, with his hands in his pockets, had approached unnoticed, patted the somewhat weathered stone monument wall, and gave it a mocking look.

"These Cursed Children are the first line of defense against the Gastrea..."

"In some people's eyes, those infected with Gastrea Virus will inevitably mutate sooner or later, and if they were to enter normal society, they would be an uncontrollable hidden danger..."

"Instead of doing that, we might as well make the most of them and plant these time bombs along the coastline outside the monolith, using their lives to wear down the first wave of Gastrea invasion..."

"Without spending compensation money or jeopardizing Japan's already stretched elite troops, this plan can be accomplished simply by talking and controlling public opinion..."

"If I continue to live, I'll stay here and slowly mutate. If I die, it'll be the end of it all..."

"It's a great deal, isn't it?"

Rentaro Satomi slammed his modified arm against the giant stone monument, his anger barely contained.

"They are human beings! Living, breathing human beings! What did these children do wrong!"

"I'm going to find Tendo Kikumori. He's in charge of the megalithic monument proposal; he should come and see what kind of lives these children are living!"

Kevin's cousin looked surprised and shook his head slightly.

"Don't forget, his wife died in the Gastrea Wars, so he has long harbored a deep hatred for Gastrea and the cursed child."

"Furthermore, you think you can move such a heartless politician with sentimentality? Is this how Tendo Kikumori taught you?"

During the time when he was an adopted son of the Tendo Family, Tendo Kikumori wanted to train Rentaro to become a politician, so he took him to various banquets.

At the same time, as Kikunojo's disciple, he has been training as a Buddhist statue maker.

Rentaro Satomi sighed deeply as he recalled the stubborn old man's character.

If justice and sentiment were valid, Tendou Kisara's parents wouldn't have been abandoned by Tendo Kikumori.

"What if we first propose building an orphanage in the Abandoned Commercial District, or recruit adopters from the community?"

Rentaro Satomi somewhat unwilling, and after careful consideration, he came up with two other measures.

Kevin tapped his fingers on the monolith, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like a chess player standing apart from the player on the chessboard.

"Do you really think those scumbags hate the Cursed Children?"

"It's fear... fear of the secrets they hold!"

Chapter 475, Section 502: The Juvenile Judgment Angel (Second Update)

The logic is simple: there are only a few hundred infected orphans. Even with superhuman powers, it wouldn't be difficult for the government to resettle them.

After all, the Gastrea invasion did not truly shake the government's organizational and management capabilities.

If there are concerns about them mutating, blood samples should be extracted as soon as possible to develop a vaccine against the Gastrea Virus.

Even if things get a little out of control, mobilizing the army to suppress it shouldn't be a problem.

However, the Japanese Government's actions seem somewhat paranoid; not only did they erect two massive stone monuments, but they also essentially refused any supplies from entering the area.

Furthermore, yesterday, the streets of Tokyo were still brightly lit and bustling, and no news or information about the Cursed Children could be found on any websites or news outlets.

Even when some news circulated, it was all negative and defamatory. These children were either forgotten or demonized, becoming symbols of fear and evil.

There is probably only one reason why the Japanese Government would take such a big step: these Cursed Children possess some kind of secret that cannot be revealed.

If we allow the Cursed Children to enter society, and if someone with a purpose investigates and finds even the slightest clue, it will cause severe social unrest.

In severe cases, the national government may face credit bankruptcy or even collapse!

Therefore, everyone in the know is trying to cover it up, even if they are not the instigators. Once they are deeply involved, they are forced to join in.

Occasionally, dissenting voices will naturally be suppressed and rejected by the group, ultimately being dismissed as absurd.

Politics is often not about judging right and wrong, or distinguishing between good and evil; rather, it is about weighing options and making compromises.

What a secret... what earth-shattering secret could it be that would allow a group of politicians to withhold information for three months, risking their political careers and the last vestiges of their conscience?

If this were to be uncovered, Japan might undergo a dramatic change...

For some reason, Kevin chuckled as he thought about this, a strange sense of anticipation welling up inside him.

"What if we disclose information about these children? In the information age, they can't possibly block all avenues, can they?"

"I believe that there will always be someone on the side of the Cursed Children!"

Rentaro Satomi's eyes lit up when he heard Kevin's chilling guess.

"It seems you're really not cut out to be a politician, Rentaro..."

Kevin glanced at the bustling construction site, his expression darkening.

"You've lived in the Abandoned Commercial District for several months now, so how much news about the Cursed Children have you heard?"

"Even the Seventh Heaven Bar on Midgar Street, which has quite a reputation, doesn't have any information about the Cursed Children, let alone those office workers in Tokyo who are enjoying a peaceful life."

"While people have empathy, it hasn't become so pervasive that they're indifferent to tragedy, yet they can still shed tears and feel deeply for it."

"In times of crisis, those who are willing to donate money and supplies, or even remain neutral and cause trouble, are already rare indeed."

"Nearly 20,000 people commit suicide in Japan every year, Gastrea Invasion that just occurred a few months ago has also caused tens of thousands of deaths and left hundreds of thousands waiting for resettlement."

"Most people can't even fully overcome the pressures of their own lives, let alone have time to meddle in the affairs of a hundred or so children, especially when it's based on unsubstantiated rumors and unclear information."

"Even if your message is broadcast, it will be treated as a rumor, and it might even cause trouble for Tendou Kisara."

Rentaro Satomi's teeth chattered as he tried to refute the statement, but after careful consideration, he had to admit that every word the white-haired boy in front of him had hit the nail on the head.

Kevin paused, pointed to the giant stone monument and high wall behind him, and smiled.

"Rentaro, why would you, as the government, go to such lengths to build two giant stone monuments and high walls?"

"The first and second monoliths sealed off not only the Gastrea, but more importantly, they isolated the truth!"

"Moreover, these specially selected scum guards are like vicious dogs baring their teeth at passersby, ruthlessly extinguishing everyone's curiosity."

"I guarantee your message won't even get past the first megalith, let alone the second one!"

Rentaro Satomi remained silent for a moment, his expression somewhat bitter.

"So, all we can do is keep these children alive with supplies, and then watch them perish in the second wave of Gastrea Invasion?"

Kevin rolled his eyes, frowned, and snorted coldly.

"You're still thinking about giving them a peaceful life? It's too late!"

"Not to mention that getting back in next time won't be so easy..."

"Your actions, though well-intentioned towards the Cursed Children, have gone too far and have already alerted the mastermind behind the scenes who wanted to suppress the news."

"If things escalate, these Cursed Children will disappear before the Gastrea even arrive, believe it or not?"

"We might see a good show tonight."

Rentaro Satomi startled, grabbed Kevin's shoulder, and his expression darkened.

How did you know?

"Just a guess..."

Kevin tapped his temple, responding irritably, then brushed aside Rentaro Satomi's arm, though a sense of certainty lingered in his heart.

As soon as Raiden Mei, the young lady of ME Company, expressed her intention to personally comfort the Cursed Children, she was met with an assassination warning from Hiruko Kageyasu and her father.

This is enough to prove that the group on the other side was fully aware of their actions and was extremely secretive about the Cursed Children's secrets, and would never allow anyone with ulterior motives to uncover them.

To uncover the secret, often, people will die...

Moreover, many people will die...

"Then what should we do?"

Rentaro Satomi earnestly inquired about anyone who might know a remedy. Although he hadn't learned much about political maneuvering, anyone who might be favored by the Tendo Kikumori, was certainly not stupid.

From the moment he saw this angel rise from the deep sea, Rentaro Satomi knew that Kevin could not be treated as an ordinary child.

However, this little guy surprised him too much; he didn't seem like a holy angel at all, but more like a devil who wanted to see into people's hearts.

"Eat, sleep, and if you're not in a hurry to go back, stay and watch the play together tonight..."

Kevin waved his hand dismissively, yawning as he strolled along the abandoned streets, Rentaro Satomi nodded thoughtfully.

As long as ME Company remains and doesn't take any drastic actions, these Cursed Children are safe for the time being.

However, no one knows how long Raiden Ryoma can hold out.

Moreover, according to the guess of a certain white fox, as long as someone is loitering around here, they will definitely cause some trouble over there.

This is a dark secret that could shake a nation... Who knows what kind of people are coming? You're really keeping your cool.

Rentaro Satomi watched Kevin's departing figure, his mood gradually calming down, and he secretly rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself.

Although I believe in indigenous Shintoism and have even practiced as a Buddhist statue maker, I'm willing to convert to Christianity if you can save these children.

May you, angel, bring not only salvation, but also... judgment!

P. S.: The basic two-chapter update has been released.

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Chapter 476, Section 503: This weather is perfect for killing people (Third Update)

Kevin's recent actions have all been purposeful, and his so-called "strolling" is no exception.

He had some unresolved questions in his mind and hoped to see if there was any breakthrough on Jill Hera's side, so he had been searching for the coded message left by the Miss Wild Serpent.

After several twists and turns, Kevin saw a solitary figure sitting on a rock by the sea, skipping stones across the water.

After tossing his hand dozens of times, Jill Hera, still full of enthusiasm, turned around to pick up some more stones from nearby and throw them, repeating that childish and naive game.

However, a hand reached out from behind her, its palm full of pebbles she had picked up.

Jill Hera paused for a moment, rolled her eyes at Kevin, picked up a pebble, threw it into the water with a beautiful splash, and then hummed a self-deprecating hum.

"If you're not playing house with those little girls, how come you have time to care for me, an empty-nest old lady?"

Kevin gazed at the calm sea, appearing completely unperturbed.

"You haven't been able to find your adoptive mother, Mina?"

Jill Hera nodded helplessly and offered to share some of the information she had received.