NCCnovel Chapter 388 You Might Need a Billion Points of Military Support
Chapter 388 You Might Need a Billion Points of Military Support
Chapter 388 You Might Need a Billion Points of Military Support
"Enju, uh..."
When Satomi Rentaro hurriedly rode his bicycle home to search for the girl.
What I saw was the girl sitting next to the Saiyan boy, looking completely unconcerned.
The two sat hand in hand in front of the television, watching a rerun of the show "Heavenly Punishment Girl" from the previous night.
"Rentaro~"
Upon seeing the boy rush in, Aihara Enju quickly greeted him.
"Enju, are you alright?"
Rentaro Satomi asked the girl somewhat nervously.
"I'm fine, I'm sorry to have worried you. Would you like to watch TV with us?"
The girl shook her head and asked.
"I'm glad you're alright."
The boy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Broly, what brings you back?"
He looked at the boy next to him and asked the question.
"I came here to comfort her."
Broly is a man of his word; he has always been frank.
"And also be my true friend!"
Enju Aihara added from the side.
"I hereby declare that Broly is now my best friend!"
The girl solemnly announced this by raising the limbs that were still connected to the boy when he rushed in and that were still together.
Rentaro Satomi watched the girl and boy continue to hold hands, feeling a little uneasy, but the girl was still energetic, which was a good thing.
"By the way, Broly, didn't you bring any equipment back?"
It wasn't wise to dwell on this issue too much, so Rentaro Satomi quickly changed the subject and asked the boy about it.
"without."
Broly shook his head.
"Haven't found the right equipment for you?"
The boy asked.
"Found it, but it was rejected. Didn't you see that before?"
Broly answered somewhat sullenly.
"Is Miori-nee so stingy? She won't even give him a single piece of equipment?"
Aihara Enju felt that this was wrong.
"The equipment he chose is Sima Weizhi herself. How do you expect her to equip herself to him?"
When he said this, Rentaro Satomi actually thought of a way to equip himself with the equipment, but he quickly shook his head and dismissed the image of an old cow eating young grass or a big cart riding a small horse, which was too improper.
"You were selecting equipment, how come you also selected a person?"
Aihara Enju looked at this true friend with curiosity and asked directly.
"The only equipment I want is from the other side. As for other equipment, weapons are not as powerful as my own fists and feet, and armor is generally not as strong as my Baya Beast Suit."
Broly pointed to the green animal costume hanging in the room and said.
"Really?"
Enju Aohara didn't quite believe it.
"If you don't believe me, you can try it."
"So I really tried it?"
Broly nodded, and Enju Aihara let go.
She ran to the green beast suit, took off the Baya beast suit, and began to try to tear it.
As a result, despite her best efforts, she couldn't change the Baya Beast Suit in the slightest.
"Rentaro, Broly's clothes are incredibly durable."
Upon hearing this, Rentaro Satomi became curious and went over.
"Can I cut it with a knife?"
He tried to tug at it and found that it really wouldn't budge, so he asked the boy.
"what ever."
Broly didn't care. Although the clothes were made of fallen Baya fur, they weren't something that the weak people of this world could easily destroy.
And that was indeed the case; Rentaro Satomi slashed and thrust with his knife, but did not cause any damage to the green Beastman's Cloak.
The clothes felt soft to the touch, but if you really tried to cut into them, it felt like you were cutting into a net that you couldn't cut through no matter what.
"What material is your clothing made of?"
The slightly out-of-breath boy asked the question directly.
"The fur of the Baya Beast."
Broly answered.
"What is Bayamon?"
"Giant monsters are a specialty of Planet Wampa, and some of them are my good friends."
Broly explained.
"good friend?!"
Enju Aihara was very interested in this topic, so she asked the Saiyan boy for details. When she learned that Broly's monster friend was as tall as a mountain, her eyes lit up.
Rentaro Satomi glanced at the green beast costume, then at Broly, who was describing the appearance of the Bayamon to Enju Aihara in a very convincing manner. He felt that the boy's identity as an alien from another world seemed to be more confirmed.
"By the way, Broly, I'll take you to the doctor for a check-up this evening."
"What is a physical examination?"
Broly asked curiously.
"It means a physical examination, to see if you are healthy and if you have any diseases."
"I'm in great health!"
"Then we need to get checked too. Hmm, Yeonju will go with us."
Rentaro Satomi was a little worried about leaving the girl alone at home.
"Dr. Sumire Muroto is a somewhat gloomy person. She always stays in the underground research institute and never sees the light of day. She likes to study corpses and dissect Gastrea. I have even seen her eat Gastrea meat once."
But she was a good person. She would give me regular checkups and give Rentaro some suppressants so he could inject me every now and then.
Enju Aihara began to introduce herself.
Are you sick?
"It's not that I'm sick, it's that I have gastritis. If the rate of gastritis in my body exceeds 50%, then I will turn into a monster."
"No, as long as you have regular checkups and receive the Enterovirus suppressant injections on time, Yeonju, you will absolutely not turn into a monster."
At this point, the rebroadcast of Tenchu Girl on TV had ended, and the next program was the morning news in Tokyo.
The news headline read: "The Holy Emperor proposed a special bill in Parliament this year..."
As the host introduced her, a beautiful young girl in a white beanie appeared on television.
The other party first praised the activities of the civilian police company, saying that it had a positive impact on the security of the Tokyo area.
It also pointed out the proportion of cursed children among the population increases over the past decade, combined with the activities of the police, and the role of some initiator girls in the safety of the Tokyo area.
He then proposed a protection law for the cursed child after his ascension to the throne...
"The Gastrea Act is a bill that grants cursed children the human rights they deserve, and it will surely become the cornerstone of the new era after the Great War."
With this bill as an opportunity, the antagonism between people will disappear, and we will steadily move towards a society where everyone can live in peace.
This is precisely my mission as the Holy Emperor who has inherited the throne from my predecessors…”
When Satomi Rentaro saw the boy suddenly drawn to the news program on TV, he assumed he was attracted by the news topic and said something.
"Although the world is filled with discrimination against the children of the curse, things are getting better, and the emergence of the Gastrea method is proof of that."
"Uh, I just want to know, where is this person?"
Broly pointed to the white-haired Holy Emperor on the television and said.
"I want to ask her to be my wife."
Satomi Rentaro: "..."
Why don't you just fly to the moon?
"This person is the newly appointed Holy Emperor, the head of state of this country. I don't think he will accept your invitation to become your wife."
"How can you know if you don't ask?"
That being said, after being rejected multiple times, the Saiyan boy was starting to lose confidence.
"The difference in status is too great; it's difficult to even meet."
Is it difficult?
"It's not that there's no way out; there's something called a hotline."
To demonstrate his approachability to the people, the Holy Emperor had a special hotline.
Citizens can submit their opinions to the Holy Emperor by making a phone call.
Of course, this needs to be reviewed by a team.
Only approved calls will be routed to the Holy Emperor.
This is the only reliable way for ordinary citizens to communicate with the head of state.
Rentaro Satomi took out his phone.
"Do you need me to call the hotline for you?"
he asks.
Although the boy's idea was a bit outrageous, he did comfort Enju after all, and Rentaro Satomi felt that he had to do something for him as well.
Of course, the boy didn't think that the boy could actually succeed; in fact, whether the call would even go through was still uncertain.
"Um."
Broly nodded. Since this was a reliable way to communicate with the characters he was trying to woo on TV, he decided to use it.
It was raining outside, and with the news of Enju's cursed child's identity being exposed, Rentaro Satomi had no desire to go back to school.
First, he called Sima Miori to ask her to help him ask for leave, and then the boy started dialing the Tokyo area's Emperor's Hotline.
However, it seems like there are too many people calling this hotline, and the phone is constantly busy.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
. . . .
"Ugh, ever since the news about the Gastan method aired, all I've been getting are terrible phone calls!"
The operator on the Emperor's hotline rubbed his head. After the morning news broadcast, he had been receiving a barrage of calls abusing the Emperor.
"This is normal. In this plundered generation, many people vent their resentment towards Gastrea on those cursed children."
Only those who haven't had their precious possessions taken away can truly understand those children, but how many such people are there?
In today's society, where there is a strong aversion to children of curses, how many people who have no vested interests and can view children of curses normally would speak out for children who have nothing to do with them?
Even if there are related interests, such as parents who give birth to cursed children, they may still abandon their children under the cold stares and pressure from countless people around them.
This is a major trend in society, and it's normal for the Holy Emperor to be met with abusive phone calls from citizens when he tries to change it.
Okay, stop complaining. This is what we do for a living. Keep answering the phone and listening to this garbage.
A colleague next to him offered a word of advice, and then he continued answering the hotline calls from citizens.
After politely saying that he would convey their opinions to the Holy Emperor, he hung up the phone.
Then, continue to answer the next call.
"Senior is truly remarkable. However, are we really going to relay all the abusive language from these callers to His Majesty the Holy Emperor?"
The young man was somewhat puzzled.
"Of course, these contents will not be conveyed verbatim; they will definitely be summarized and revised before being reported."
As for the calls all opposing the Holy Emperor's proposed new laws, that's beyond the concern of us insignificant people.
Ultimately, they were just government-employed hotline moderators, not people who would allow overly negative or vulgar calls to be directly directed at the Emperor.
"Hey, senior, I received a strange phone call."
After calling the hotline for two hours, it was finally connected. Satomi Rentaro expressed his strong support for the Gastan method on the phone, and then the operator told him to wait a moment.
After a while, the person on the other end of the phone told him that he was very lucky to have his call answered by His Majesty the Holy Emperor.
Upon learning this, the boy's expression became somewhat subtle. He never expected that not only would the call go through, but he would also receive a personal answer from His Majesty the Holy Emperor.
. . . .
At the Tokyo boardroom, the White-Haired Holy Emperor was somewhat weary. She knew that there would be great resistance to implementing the Gastrea New Law, but she hadn't expected it to be this great.
First, the Seven Stars Relics were lost; then, terrorists like Hiruko Kagetane appeared; and then, after the news of the new law was broadcast, voices of opposition emerged from all walks of life.
Fortunately, not everyone opposes the implementation of the Gastrea Law. Some police stations in the community are willing to speak out for the cursed children, and some people at the Tokyo branch of the International Initiator Supervision Organization (IISO) are willing to allow the cursed children under their supervision to receive some of the rights that belong to normal people.
While many people in the general public still couldn't understand the Yuanchang New Method and called the hotline to say some harsh and excessive things to her, the Holy Emperor, there were also reasonable people who knew that things couldn't continue like this and were willing to support the Yuanchang New Method.
Although there may not be one person like this among a hundred, as long as the Gastrea method can be promoted, more and more people in society will understand it.
Sitting in her office chair, the young Holy Emperor took a deep breath and, after preparing herself, began answering calls from the public.
"Mr. Satomi, thank you for your call. This is Sei Tenshi..."
Of course, while it's called a hotline for answering calls from the public, it's not like all calls from ordinary citizens can be reported to her.
In fact, frontline operators only report a call after they see the Tendo Agency logo on the incoming phone number.
The Heavenly Child Assistant beside her had always been critical of the Original Intestine New Method. The Holy Emperor also thought that it was the assistant's granddaughter, who was rumored to be at odds with her family, who was trying to contact him in this way, which is why he specifically asked to answer the call.
How should I put it? It was actually a rather wonderful misunderstanding.
"Your Majesty, I wholeheartedly agree with your proposed New Gut Method..."
Rentaro Satomi first expressed his agreement with the political views of the young Holy Empress.
"Thank you. I wonder if Mr. Satomi's call is due to your insights on the Gastan method?"
The Holy Emperor politely thanked him and then inquired about the matter.
"I dare not presume to offer my opinion. It's just that I have a child here who greatly admires His Majesty the Holy Emperor."
Rentaro Satomi glanced at Broly, who was watching him, and then spoke to Seitenshi on the other end of the phone.
[Child? Admiring me?]
The young Holy Emperor was taken aback at first, but quickly understood.
The subtext of this statement is that some of the cursed children in the outer city have learned of the existence of the Gastrea New Law and have explicitly expressed their support for it.
As for how they knew about the cursed children, it must have been the work of the police officers from the Tiantong Agency on the other end of the phone.
The other party is using these actions to express their stance, showing that they are on her side as the Holy Emperor.
"Well, this child who admires you has something to say to Your Majesty, and hopes that you will listen to him."
"it is good."
The Holy Emperor agreed without hesitation. Although she was young, she was also a politician, and most of her considerations were political. However, if she could receive some sincere encouragement from the cursed children, it would still make her feel some comfort.
"Be more polite and address him as His Majesty the Holy Emperor."
Rentaro Satomi pressed the receiver, reminding the boy next to him not to be rude on the phone.
Broly nodded, took the phone, and said, "Hello, Your Majesty, I saw the news on television about your advocacy of the Gastrea method."
Why does it sound like a boy's voice?
The Holy Emperor was somewhat puzzled, but still replied, "This is what I should do."
"I've heard there's been a lot of resistance?"
The child over there asked again.
"Yes, but no matter how difficult it is, I will push the Gastrea method forward."
The Holy Emperor gave a child a guarantee.
Do you need help?
"Of course, I need a lot of help."
"I can help you."
"Um?!"
The Holy Emperor was somewhat surprised; this conversation didn't seem like he was talking to an ordinary child.
[Could it be that someone is using a voice changer to communicate with me through the police officer's number at the Tiantong Police Station?]
"May I ask who you are?"
The Holy Emperor probed with a question.
"I am a Saiyan."
What are Saiyans?
The Holy Emperor was somewhat puzzled, but he did not show it.
"What kind of help can you offer me?"
She asked.
"I am skilled in the use of force, and you may need some support in the form of force."
[Is he from the military?!]
The Holy Emperor, considering that Tiantong Agency was also connected to Sima Heavy Industry, couldn't help but make some guesses.
But outwardly remaining calm, he asked, "What do I need to give in order to gain your support?"
"You don't need to give anything in return, you just need to agree to be my wife."
As soon as he finished speaking, some commotion arose from the other side. The Holy Emperor vaguely heard the words "Don't talk nonsense," and it seemed that some disagreement had arisen on the other side.
As a politician, she certainly wouldn't take what he just said lightly; the other person's use of "wife" likely meant marriage.
The phrase "husband sings, wife follows" means that if a cooperation is reached, the emperor himself must listen to the other party and let the other party take the lead.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot accept your terms. Please forgive me for refusing."
"Won't you reconsider?"
"I'll remember this number, and I'll call it again if I really need to."
The Holy Emperor left those words and then hung up the phone.
. . . .
"Oh no, look what you've said!"
Rentaro Satomi had a headache and could only hope that the Holy Emperor opposite him would take the boy's words as a joke.
The boy was unaware that the Holy Emperor of the Council took the call as a call from military forces using the name of the Tiantong Agency.
After hanging up the phone, she felt that life was tough. Not only were her aide eyeing her covetously, but there were also unknown forces in the military who wanted to sideline her.
"Sigh~"
Broly put down his phone and sighed.
He was rejected again, but he seemed to have gotten used to it.
(End of this chapter)