Current Situation and a Phone Call

"This is getting more and more troublesome..."

He noticed that the people appearing on the streets below were mostly young men and women, or housewives. They wandered the streets with flyers in hand, approaching anyone they deemed suitable to strike up a conversation and hand them promotional materials.

Even when someone grew fed up and called the police, the patrol officers who arrived would usually just try to smooth things over, with no intention of handling the matter seriously...

Rather than simple familiarity breeding indifference or dereliction of duty... it was more likely that someone had pulled strings behind the scenes beforehand.

And this was not the first time it had happened.

To be precise, over the past few days, whenever he went shopping—whether at the shopping plaza in Ikebukuro or near the "red-light district" in Nerima—this middle-aged man named Sakamoto Chokatsu had spotted traces of these people through the windows...

After all, some of them openly wore white circles painted on their foreheads. They were extremely conspicuous and recognizable at a glance.

In other words, these people's sphere of influence was far from being so "modest" as a few streets or one or two districts!

That was rather unsettling.

He seemed to have seen this sort of thing more than once before, especially this emerging sect that claimed to follow the "Main God," which had clearly only appeared in recent months... Sakamoto even recalled seeing reports about it during the regional demonstrations that had made the news before.

He remembered it had supposedly been for... Application Draw slots on that special official website? Protesting the complete inaction of Home Ministry officials?

At that thought, the sallow-faced middle-aged man shook his head.

But the key was that the number of people in this so-called "sect," especially judging by the areas