A few days earlier, Kenjaku, far away in the United States, walked alone toward the White House!
What should have been the most heavily guarded place had not a single person come out to stop Kenjaku.
Kenjaku slowly entered the White House.
Yet the interior of the White House, named for its whiteness, was drenched in blood!
The ground was covered in blood and shell casings.
The shattered, dented walls all showed that a fierce battle had taken place here!
Kenjaku was not surprised by the scene before him, because he was the one who had caused it all.
Kenjaku slowly made his way to the president's office. There, a massive cursed spirit with a human body and an elephant's head hovered in the air.
Before it stood the current U.S. president, Biden, who had already wet himself.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" Seeing someone he could finally communicate with, Biden asked in a trembling voice.
Kenjaku pinched his nose and spoke with utter disgust. "Mr. President, do me a favor..."
Kenjaku told him what he wanted: send troops into Japan.
After the president made the call and issued the orders, Kenjaku smiled faintly. "Many thanks!"
Then, upon receiving the command, the human-bodied, elephant-headed cursed spirit casually raised a hand, and Biden was reduced to a pile of flesh!
"Even the air in a country without any cultural heritage is nauseating." Kenjaku made no effort to hide his disdain for the United States.
With a history of barely more than a hundred years, the United States simply lacked any memorable cultural heritage.
And a nation's historical heritage had a major impact on the generation of cursed energy.
The richer a nation's historical heritage, the more ability users it should have.
Moreover, different cultures gave rise to entirely