Before this chapter begins, I, Octopus, want to remind everyone of something.
Japan has finished its second round of nuclear wastewater discharge, and the third round will follow, totaling approximately seventeen thousand tons.
Orcas have already begun migrating toward the Atlantic in large numbers.
The nuclear wastewater is expected to reach our country's coastal waters in another hundred and sixty-nine days.
Because of Japan's seven quadrillion yen public relations campaign, I know not many people still remember this. I also know not many people read my novels, but I, Octopus, still want to tell everyone.
That said, there is no need to panic.
There are only two kinds of people in this world we can trust: first, our families and parents, and second, our government. The Communist Party will never let us down, and researchers are doing everything they can to resolve this.
What we can do now is follow the government's instructions. If the government tells us not to eat something, then we shouldn't eat it. We can do without that bite of seafood.
That's all Octopus wanted to say.
Everyone, just put your minds at ease, live each day well, and maintain a positive outlook.
That is the greatest help we can offer our country.
"How is he now?" Killua asked, a little worried.
But he quickly put on an indifferent expression. "Forget it. That guy's probably fine anyway."
Seeing Killua act that way, the doctor exchanged a glance with the nurse behind him, unsure whether he should tell Killua about Cordis's current condition.
Seeing how at a loss the doctor looked,
the young nurse behind him couldn't help stepping forward. "He's not fine at all!"
Before the nurse could finish, the doctor grabbed his wrist and signaled for him to shut up. Even so, those words