Fire the Cannons and Blast the Bastards! Where Can I Find a Giant Whale to Swallow Japan?

Ugly Ox's good-natured smile spread across the world through the bloodstained camera lens.

After a brief, deathly silence, the global livestream erupted!

A thrill?

This was far more than a thrill!

This was divine punishment! This was the wrath of a god!

On the Dragon Kingdom's internet, the barrage of comments was no longer a volcanic eruption-it was stars exploding!

[Holy shit! Badass! So fucking badass!]

[Art! Now this is fucking art! Explosions are art! Today, I'm a believer!]

[What bomb disposal expert? He's a demolition prodigy! A walking arsenal!]

[Brother Ox! I want to have your babies! You call this scratching an itch? You pulverized them and scattered their ashes!]

[Whoever attacks our Dragon Kingdom shall be punished, even from afar! Explosions are art! Brother Ox is invincible!]

[A one-man army! Is this the power of Reverse Scale? I love it!]

Eastern Japan's internet, meanwhile, was a bleak wash of gray.

The netizens who had been frantically clamoring earlier had all fallen silent.

Ugly Ox's casual "Was that a thrill?" was like a resounding slap across every Eastern Japanese person's face, leaving a fiery sting.

Silence defined Eastern Japan that night.

Inside the private dining room, the mingled smell of gunsmoke and bloody mist was thick enough to turn anyone's stomach.

Only the upper half of Doma's mangled body remained. He slumped against the scorched wall, vomiting great mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of his organs.

His handsome, eerily beautiful face no longer held its perpetual smile or composure. Only boundless terror and distortion remained.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

He gasped violently. His eyes, normally curved into crescents, were now wide and bloodshot.

"Kurosaki... Lord Kurosaki!"

With the last of his strength, he let out a hysterical roar.

"Stop watching! Do something! Kill them!!!"

**"If you don't act