Otto, I'm Starting to Miss You.

"I'm scared of you. For the sake of our past relationship, can I leave the company to you in my will?"

Tendou Kisara, struggling to his feet, leaned on his long sword and bared his teeth at Kevin in an annoyed manner.

As for taking action, she wasn't stupid. Rather than going up there to get beaten up, she'd rather save her energy to deal with the scum of the Tendo Family.

"Mugihito, stop talking! I'll handle the assassination!"

"I failed to protect my aunt and uncle before! I absolutely cannot lose you this time!"

"Moreover, if we can eliminate those scumbags, Japan might still be saved!"

Rentaro Satomi picked up the swaying Tendou Kisara and pressed her onto the sofa. His expression was resolute, though his thinking was somewhat idealistic.

"I said, there are people here, stop showing off your love..."

"Besides, who gave you permission to carry out assassinations? You're all from political families, where's your brain?"

Kevin glanced at the Junior High School Student couple who had been pulled back indoors by his Space Ability, pursed his lips, and frowned in disapproval.

"Forget it, I'm good at playing mind games."

"You bunch of newbies, you'd better ask an experienced driver to guide you..."

Rentaro Satomi Kevin, who was both a mentor and a friend, Satomi Rentaro was not involved in their personal grudges with the Tendo Family and thought about shaking his head to refuse.

Unexpectedly, with a crisp snap of his fingers, the three of them suddenly found themselves in the courtyard of the Tendo Family. Then, Kevin twisted his fingertips, and the surrounding space was instantly sealed off.

Gradually sensing the strange phenomenon, Tendo Wakou, Tendo Hinata, Tendo Genkaku, Tendo Kimin, Tendo Kikumori, and others gathered in the courtyard, watching the three uninvited guests warily.

"I'm here today for no other reason than to bring men and slaughter the entire younger generation of the Tendo Family. I don't think you'll mind..."

Kevin flicked his nails, a playful smile on his face, as the core members probed the strength of the Space Prison from all sides.

"However, killing people is too monotonous. I want to play chess and have some tea with Grandpa Kikunojo."

"Mugihito, Rentaro, I've gathered everyone on the list. You two team up and have a duel with the remaining four to liven things up... a life-or-death battle!"

"Of course, if they both die, it's because they were outmatched, and they deserve it. I promise I won't seek revenge."

The Judgment Angel, unmatched among mortals, spoke in a serene tone. After leaving the bystanders in the Space Corridor, he pulled the Tendo Kikumori, into a quiet room for a heart-to-heart talk.

"Young man, do you know what you're doing? You're challenging the dignity of a nation!"

Even in death, the old man retained his imposing presence, stubbornly maintaining a cold snort.

"It's nothing, killing someone... it's about destroying their spirit..."

Kevin sat on a futon, laid out a chessboard, and casually uttered cold words, taking the black pieces and making the first move.

"You're dreaming! Even if my Tendo Family fades into history today, we are destined to be remembered by the people!"

The old man drew his katana and roared as he swung it down at Kevin's head.

I said! Let's play chess!

"You have to play with me today!"

"If you beat me, the killing outside will stop. You'd better hurry."

Kevin's voice was cold, and his smile was like that of a demon.

As the samurai sword above his head shattered inch by inch, the old man, who had been thrown back by the force of the impact, knelt on the floor with a creaking sound.

Only when Kikunojo, unwilling to die, was forced by the man to throw out a chess piece in humiliation, did the gravitational bindings on his body gradually disappear.

"Are young people so impatient? Has the game started?"

Kevin heard the first metallic clang and a slight smile played on his lips as he continued to place his pieces.

"It's no use! Even if everyone in the Tendo Family dies, they'll be enshrined at the shrine and worshipped forever!"

The old man was very proud; his inherent arrogance made it difficult for him to lower his head, and the difference in strength left him only able to maintain his pathetic self-esteem with empty words.

Meanwhile, clinging to that faint hope, the old man became extremely vigilant, fighting Kevin on a battlefield without gunfire.

"Want to go into a shrine? How about this?"

Kevin casually handed over the thick stack of documents and paused to wait for the other party to review them.

At this moment, a shrill scream rang out. The weaker Tendo Wakou was the first to be found vulnerable by Tendou Kisara, who swung his sword and dismembered him. The scattered body parts mixed with scarlet blood were nauseating.

When his most cherished grandson died tragically first, Tendo Kikumori threw down the file folder and roared in fury.

"He's your own brother! You're worse than an animal!"

"Isn't my father your own son, Grandpa? To protect these scumbags, you've allowed them to lose all conscience in the Tendo Family!"

Tendou Kisara excitement, his face flushed with a sickly redness. After parrying a spear, he didn't forget to retort.

"Don't disturb the young man's game, continue playing chess, this is your only chance."

Kevin was displeased. He glanced at the blood-soaked courtyard, his threat clear.

In order to win, the old man had to suppress his anger and fear and seriously consider a strategy to survive from this demon.

Time ticked by, the sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh echoed continuously, and the screams of his children and grandchildren became a demonic cacophony driving Tendo Kikumori insane. His moves became increasingly frantic.

As the endgame approached, of the original four people in the courtyard, only one remained, struggling to hold on under the combined attack of Tendou Kisara and Rentaro Satomi.

"Puff!"

"Smack!"

When the last Tendo Kimin was hung on the tip of a knife by Tendou Kisara and slit open, Kevin casually put down a chess piece, got up and stretched his limbs, and on the small chessboard, the situation reversed.

The scattered black pieces suddenly revealed their true intentions, connecting together to dismantle the old man's painstakingly built Big Dragon.

In an instant, the dragon scales were shattered, and the scene was desolate. The black pieces slaughtered the white pieces, turning every inch of their territory into a dead end.

All of the old man's hopes were cruelly extinguished. The chess piece slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. His bloodshot eyes widened, and he let out a chilling, maniacal laugh.

"I know what you're trying to do! The Tendo Family has disciples and friends all over the political arena! Can you kill them all?!"

"The Four Islands of Japan will soon sink! Without us, none of you will survive!"

Kevin nodded in agreement, gently helped the old man up, and his smile became even brighter.

"How could I bear to sever the Tendo Family's bloodline? Isn't there still one left?"

"As long as you nod, Mugihito be your granddaughter, Rentaro is your student, after all."

The old man suddenly realized what was happening, and his eyes widened in fury.

"Dream on! I will never hand over the Tendo Family's political assets to you!"

"Don't count on any collateral branches; I've cleaned them all out."

"They're just children and grandchildren, their deaths are no big deal. For the sake of the Tendo Family's continuation, you will..."

Kevin whispered, like a demon offering the old man a bloody hope.

He had long seen through these Old Man; death was not scary to them, the continuation of the family was what mattered more than anything else.

Therefore, he was willing to kill his own son to avoid damaging the family's reputation.

Tendou Kisara became his only option, the Old Man would eventually have to give in for the sake of his family's continuation.

Killing the instigator of the younger generation of the Tendo Family is too easy.

The greatest punishment would be to let Tendo Kikumori live to witness all the cruelty, only to then have to hand over his political assets and family legacy—which were more valuable than his own life—to the executioner, thus exonerating the murderer.

How can killing someone compare to destroying their spirit?

The old man, having figured everything out, looked ashen-faced as he gazed at the heads laid out on his desk, their eyes wide open in death. His voice trembled, and his eyes revealed despair.

"You're a... demon!"

"Just to correct you... I'm an angel..."

Kevin smiled slightly, his expression utterly serious.

P. S.: Was this trial package satisfying?

I'll only be updating three chapters today, 12 chapters short. Auntie Wang will definitely appear in the next volume. Also, she has a daughter with Kevin, who has white hair.

Book recommendation: <I, Frenda, the Killer Queen>. Those interested are welcome to check it out.

I was transported to Academy City and became my favorite character. The joy of becoming one with her shouldn't be here...

Why did I become Frenda?

Even with the power of the Queen of Assassins, she's still doomed!

To avoid ending up like Flandre, it's best to stick close to Misaka Mikoto.

Hmm... I'll start this "climbing the coattails" thing by winning over Saten Ruiko.

That said, wouldn't my actions qualify me as an inside job?

Chapter 536, Section 564: Otto, I'm starting to miss you.

In the quiet room, Kevin and the ashen-faced Tendo Kikumori sat and whispered to each other. Tendou Kisara, who was serving him, was excitedly wiping the blood from his cheek after avenging his great grudge, Rentaro Satomi's gaze was somewhat evasive.

"The Tendo Family has suffered a terrible fate. Tendo Wakou Tendo Hinata, along with Tendo Genkaku, and Tendo Kimin, conspired with Dr. Hojo, a traitor from Schrodinger Company, to secretly send thousands of children to the Seven Star Village to conduct human experiments, extract Core Energy, and resurrect Alien Evil God. This has caused turmoil on the four islands, bringing them to the brink of sinking, with the intention of overthrowing Japan! Their crimes are utterly heinous!"

"Go on..."

The Old Man gritted his teeth slightly, realizing that the people above were pawns thrown out by the Schrodinger Company and the Tendo Family.

"Although you and the Shinra President were deceived, you eventually uncovered their conspiracy!"

"To rectify his mistakes, the Shinra President single-handedly seized the body of Alien Evil God, but was unfortunately killed by Sephiroth, Jenova's lackey, and died a martyr!"

"To eliminate traitors to the country, you even sacrificed your own family for the greater good, secretly summoning your granddaughter Tendou Kisara, and your Rentaro Satomi, so that the three of you could join forces to kill all these scoundrels!"

"They have been possessed by the Will of the Evil God! Compared to the survival of the Four Islands of Japan, the Tendo Family will not hesitate to shed their last drop of blood!"

Kevin spoke eloquently, spittle flying everywhere, each word he uttered in his boasting felt like a slap with iron hooks repeatedly striking the old face of Tendo Kikumori.

"Continue..."

Tendo Kikumori forced out two words through gritted teeth, his facial muscles twitching violently.

Meanwhile, Rentaro Satomi and Tendou Kisara, who had been transformed into pure and innocent figures dedicated to the country and its people, couldn't help but cough slightly in embarrassment.

"Even the Shinra President knows to give opportunities to young people, so it's time for you to delegate authority as well. After this incident, can you escape the blame for your poor judgment in choosing talent?"

"If you don't want your political assets to shrink, stay behind the scenes and seize the Rentaro Satomi and Tendou Kisara to the top as soon as possible..."

"Anyway, the Four Islands of Japan will sink in three days, there's simply no time to reorganize the national structure. Plus, with the size of Schrodinger Company and the military strength of the Imperial Army, no one can touch you."

Seeing that Tendo Kikumori still had that sour look on his face as if his whole family had died, Kevin simply smiled coldly and explained the stakes involved.

"You've been colluding with Lufus all along?! And now it's our Tendo Family's turn?!"

"Do you want to drag the whole of Japan down with you? You're all insane! You're all crazy!"

Tendo Kikumori trembled, looking at Kevin in horror. He finally understood how his old friend, the Shinra President, had fallen from grace.

Kevin calmly sipped his tea, casually toying with the jade-carved chess pieces. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head dismissively, lowering his opinion of Tendo Kikumori by another level.

Targeting you specifically? Do you even deserve that title? Whether you live or die, you'll never understand.

All he did was cut off Sephiroth's escape route and complete the setup and dismantling of the cards.

The cards in Jenova's hand, like his race, exist in a parasitic manner.

First, she killed the Shinra President, thus severing her tentacles and banishing her from the sunlight; second, she turned the Thunder to the side, causing the Holy Imperial Army's Shinra Special Forces to be attacked from both sides...

The third step was to smear the Shinra Special Forces, dividing and splitting them. With a criminal record, Jenova was left with only a small group of loyal followers, forced to go into hiding...

So, having left the Schrodinger Company, she could only rely on another giant tree to spread and grow.

To turn the tide, Jenova has no choice but to take the fourth step.

He dispatched Sephiroth, threatening to save Japan from sinking, to gain the support of the Tendo Family and the Japanese Government, thus clearing his name and shifting the blame onto the Schrodinger Company.

Otherwise, the power of the Creator Jenova will be completely severed from the human world.

Unfortunately, before Sephiroth could make a move, Kevin, along with Tendou Kisara and Rentaro Satomi, pulled off a "gekokujo" (overthrowing their superiors) and wiped out the Tendo Family.

He who does not plan for the long term is not fit to plan for the short term; he who does not plan for the whole is not fit to plan for a part.

Playing mind games? You think you're qualified?