The Beginning of Chaos X Useless Meeting

A black limousine drives down the street.

Ahead was a checkpoint where several soldiers patrolled with guns.

After checking the car and its license plate, they let it pass.

The car drove through several checkpoints, and at the last checkpoint, soldiers got out to inspect it.

Finally, we arrived in front of a large building.

This building has Ninety-Nine, making it one of the world's tallest buildings.

The area around the building was swarming with heavily armed soldiers, as well as Nen user.

Netero got out of the car, followed by Maitai and Saccho.

Dressed in robes and wearing wooden clogs.

They were stopped at the entrance of the building.

When confronted with the inspection, Netero simply chuckled and raised his hands.

Two Nen user with special Nen ability checked him over and then let him pass.

The secretary, who was waiting nearby, simply smiled apologetically and said, "Please forgive me, Chairman Netero, this is a necessary check."

Netero simply nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

Maitai caught up from behind and asked, "What's the success rate of this kind of test?"

The secretary fell silent.

Seeing this, Maitai shut her mouth and didn't ask any more questions, as it would be impolite.

The building was sparsely populated, with very few people inside.

It seems best to avoid large gatherings.

The three of them had just arrived at the top floor with the secretary's guidance when they heard a roar coming from the Meeting Room inside.

"This is all your responsibility, don't you understand?"

The secretary knocked on the door, and the sounds inside were forcibly silenced.

"Please come in."

Netero and the others walked in.

What I saw was a few people sitting sparsely at a conference table, but without exception, these people were all powerful figures in their respective countries.

He also saw his long-lost son Beyond.

The two exchanged a glance before looking away.

A sense of awkwardness.

For most of the time before, the two avoided seeing each other.

They all share a tacit understanding.

But now I realize that not seeing him is not an option.

A young man sitting near the door adjusted his glasses.

"Chairman Netero, we've been waiting for you."

Netero walked straight to the front and sat down.

The Meeting Room quieted down slightly, and at that moment, the somewhat portly official who had just lost his temper rubbed his temples.

I lit a cigarette for myself.

In this context, this would be extremely impolite, but now no one is criticizing it.

Because this official is from the International Relations Joint Department.

He is under immense pressure right now, to an unimaginable degree.

The elderly man in his fifties sitting in the main seat tapped on the table, and everyone quieted down to some extent.

"Now, let me explain the situation."

The official just took a deep drag on his cigarette, then turned his head and exhaled the smoke behind him.

He then spoke.

"It's terrible. We have absolutely no way of finding those monsters; they're just like normal people."

"Moreover, they have now mostly penetrated into the upper echelons and inner workings of various countries, including the Chitek Republic and the Kingdom of Troy. I suspect they have even been completely infiltrated."

"They have completely refused to listen to mediation and are launching indiscriminate attacks on neighboring countries."

This is the source of his stress.

For such madmen, the oppression and economic Blockade by major powers are completely meaningless; if they have the ability, they should just wipe them all out.

But that's simply impossible.

These countries are not extremely isolated small nations; let alone annihilating them, even a covert war against them would be impossible to conceal.

Whoever takes action will face immense international pressure, which no country can withstand alone.

The problem is that countries are currently engaged in frantic self-inspections; who has the time or inclination to care about these things?

Who can guarantee that no one within their ranks will be replaced by monsters?

What about those monsters?

Upon hearing this question, the young man sitting at the end adjusted his glasses and said...

"It's almost certain that it's one of the Five Great Disasters, the confirmed Undying disease, Zobae."

Upon hearing the clear information, everyone's eyes turned to Beyond.

Because when Beyond returned, he explicitly stated that he had the means to cure the Undying disease.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Beyond said, "I can only deal with the virus carriers, not the monsters that can replace people. I had no idea these viruses could replace people."

Everyone looked at the documents laid out in front of them.

The information recorded above pertains to the Undying disease.

The initial information came from the first group of people who returned, Beyond and his team, who brought with them an infected corpse.

Although that corpse has lived to this day, a corpse is still a corpse.

The information is recorded as stated.

When they boarded the ship to return, only a fraction of the group remained, but several hundred people were still alive.

However, once on board, some people appeared to have contracted the virus and began engaging in dangerous behavior.

Because everyone was on the ship and knew each other well, they quickly realized something was wrong.

These people are impossible to kill.

After they were bound and killed suddenly, they quickly revived, becoming something akin to the walking dead.

After confirming that they were beyond saving, the crew on the ship threw the bodies into the sea.

Then more and more people got infected, and the entire ship turned into hell.

Everyone was afraid of getting infected.

By Beyond acted extremely decisively, Blockade everyone in their own rooms.

Because so many people died, there were many empty spaces on the ship.

After the Blockade.

In most cases, the symptoms will then manifest.

After all, they threw them all down without hesitation.

So when they returned to the Gatekeeper, only a few people remained.

The Gatekeeper made them take a corpse as a warning.

That's all.

"Why weren't you infected later? Did that corpse stop transmitting the virus?"

The old man sitting in the main seat asked.

The young man just said, "According to our research, it is not contagious, or rather, the contagion occurs within a certain time period. After that period, the contagion will no longer occur."

"However, the problem is that we don't know the exact time, let alone the mechanism of its transmission."

This information was not surprising; the old man glanced at the document in his hand.

He asked again.

"Is there absolutely no way to deal with this remaining immortal body?"

At this point, an official from the International Voyage Bureau stated.

"Initially, we only had one corpse, so we couldn't conduct radical research. But recently, with more material available, our experiments have shown that only a sudden, high-energy, comprehensive destruction can completely eliminate the target."

This can be seen from the more detailed documents at hand.

No matter how you cut or pulverize it, you can't completely kill it; it will either regroup or simply regrow.

There is only one way.

By using extremely high temperatures to rapidly dissolve the monster from all directions, it can be completely reduced to Ash.

Otherwise, even burning it wouldn't be enough to stop the opponent's recovery speed.

At this point, an official from the International Voyage Bureau said something else.

"According to the latest experimental information, barring unforeseen circumstances, once infected individuals become zombies, they essentially lose their ability to transmit the virus."

The officials present didn't care how the experiment was conducted; they only cared about the results.

A slightly excited expression appeared on their faces; at least they had made some gains.

However, the young man who had just sat at the end said something.

"What's the point? They've already been exposed when they become zombies. Is that what we care about now?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone's faces.

Yes.

The problem now is to find the monsters that have been replaced among humans.

Everything's been replaced, the job's done, and now they're just mindless zombies. What good will it do if they're discovered?

Another official said.

"That's not quite right. At least when a replaced person becomes a zombie, we'll know they were replaced. Then I can deduce some past events and policies from them and clean up the mess."

This argument is extremely far-fetched.

Many things have already been left behind. What's the point of making amends and cleaning up the mess after causing damage?

For example, they simply don't have the time or energy for that right now.

" By Beyond, what is the solution to the Undying disease that you claimed to have found?"

By Beyond took something directly from his pocket and placed it on the table.

It was a bottle containing a purple liquid, like venom.

"A toxin, when diluted, can easily kill even a body suffering from Undying disease."

Useless.

"What's the point of this?!"

The official who had been smoking slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.

"You brought these disasters back, and you claim you didn't bring back anything dangerous!"

"These monsters have been lying in wait for over a year. Who knows how many they've replaced? Some of you here might have already been replaced, including me!"

These words immediately made everyone's faces turn ugly.

The official's angry words caught him off guard, and he slumped back into his seat.

He came to his senses and realized he knew what he had said, but in a way, he was telling the truth.

The old man sitting in the main seat spoke.

"Please don't say that. Everyone here has been vetted and is a trustworthy and reliable colleague."

"Alright, haven't you guys come up with any solutions yet? If you can't, things will get really bad."

By Beyond reminded him.

His words immediately ignited everyone's anger. Wasn't it you who caused the problem?

How come you're so relaxed now, pointing fingers and giving orders?

Netero chuckled twice at this point.

The sudden outburst silenced everyone.

"Don't worry about this old man, you guys continue."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Netero smiled and spoke.

The old man sitting in the main seat sighed and looked at Netero.

"Chairman Netero, you are an expert in this field, do you have any opinions?"

"Hehe, the information I have is incomplete, and I don't know exactly what happened. Although I was called to the meeting, I'm deaf and blind."

Netero started making sarcastic remarks there.

This made everyone feel awkward.

Since Beyond's return, relevant information has been kept under Blockade, and even Netero has been excluded.

So aside from knowing that his son had returned with hope, Netero actually had limited information.

All of this information was obtained from the Twelve Zodiacs who followed them.

But what did they do after returning to human society?

Netero was unaware of this, as he was refused participation and clearly isolated by the higher-ups.

Now that something's happened, we've called him over to participate.

This deserves to let the old man vent his anger.

At this moment, the secretary next to him seemed to have been prepared, and took out a pile of documents and placed them in front of Netero.

Netero chuckled and looked through the documents.

Actually, it's pretty much what he knows.

"Oh dear, this is truly a very serious matter."

Even though he already knew, Netero still had to say it sarcastically.

"The more than one thousand people who returned, precious manpower, have they all died? Have they all become walking corpses?"

After speaking, she turned to look at her son.

Beyond his eyes fixed ahead, pretending not to see his father's gaze.

"According to previous information, the Undying disease has an incubation period, which, from the current perspective, is actually the period during which the personality is replaced."

"And what about the walking corpses that were left behind? Can we consider them to be the empty shells left after the bodies were replaced?"

Before anyone could answer, Netero glanced at the documents and frowned.

"Among the returning personnel, some have awakened their Nen ability and begun to learn them?"

An official standing nearby, who appeared to be in charge of this matter at the time, nodded.

"That's right. After all, they returned from the Dark Continent and witnessed Nen ability Beyond's. They'll definitely want to learn, especially with this kind of training—"

The meaning is self-evident; under these circumstances, learning the Nen ability is normal.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is a big problem. Before becoming zombies, they had contact with almost everyone in the upper and middle classes of various countries."

This is also the issue that everyone is worried about.

After all, these thousand people had returned from the Dark Continent, and many people would definitely want to win them over or make contact with them secretly.

In addition, there are various overt meetings and exchanges.

Who knows how many political figures from various countries they had contact with, or how many people were infected?

This is a problem I don't even dare to think about in detail.

Some of them may have already been replaced; this is no joke.

The fact is, they still haven't been able to identify the person who was replaced.

That's all.

The meeting lasted the entire morning.

However, it's meaningless.

At lunchtime.

Netero was sitting with his son, a rare sight for him.

He looked calmly at his son.

"When you came back, you couldn't possibly have been unaware that you brought disaster with you, could you?"

Beyond remained silent.

Actually, when the Gatekeeper spoke, he had already suspected that disaster might be lurking within their ranks.

But expecting him to say it outright? Of course not.

He also noticed this when he returned afterwards.

However, no major problems were found, and at that time, the team's power had been taken over by various countries.

His vigilance was limited.

"Has this trip further inflated your ambitions?"

Netero asked calmly.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"You've already figured it out, haven't you? The Undying disease will definitely have a limit. It won't truly wipe out humanity, but it will definitely severely damage our strength, and then we'll have to rebuild our power."

This is why Beyond doesn't care.

As long as you are certain that you are not infected, then the severity of the problem is irrelevant.

The problem is solved.

Then he can continue to explore using platforms in various countries.

The problem was not resolved; in fact, it worsened.

He would then be fully capable of taking advantage of the chaos, and even going free to the Dark Continent without being supervised.

So what if only one in ten of humanity survives?

It's fine as long as it continues to exist, isn't it?

The two remained silent.

A short while later, Beyond got up and left.

Netero watched his son's retreating figure.

A guy who lives only for his own ambitions.

I don't know who he looks like.