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Last Embryo Volume 8 Chapter 1 Part 3

Indra, Zeus, the One and Only God or The Heavenly Emperor… it is said that the Divine Spirits of the Highest rank such as these are identified as those who are tasked with the rule over 「Heaven」.

To the members of the Chinese mafia, Indra was by no means just your average, irrelevant God. To them, religious beliefs are just as important as to the members of the Japanese yakuza, whose beliefs and values are said to be deeply rooted in Shintoism.

It is especially true for the members of the Han Chinese and the orthodox organization that they have established. For them, having someone who was going around while claiming to be the Heavenly Emperor was by no means a laughing matter. If they’re doing that as a front for some shady business that would threaten them and their livelihoods, then that is all the more reason to take care of them.

「If they’re going to go around doing whatever they please on our territory, then we’re going to deal with them immediately. According to what our intel is saying, they are a small group headquattered at the edge of Tokyo, right? So you’re saying that such a small mob organization is actually investigating us?」

「Yes. However, boss, even though they are a relatively small organization, their combat prowess can be described as nothing but extraordinary. You remember that one conflict over the rights for the urban development that took place in Central and South America, right?」

The sudden question made the man who was called boss look at his underling in an uncomfortable way.

「Huh? How could I not remember? It was the biggest and worst conflict that lasted for thirty years after the end of the war where the interests of four major factions: Overseas Chinese, Indians, Judea and Armenia collided with one another after all.」

Boss waved his hand in annoyance, thinking that it would be unusual of him if he didn’t know about such an important historical event. But if his underling was mentioning that even specifically, then does that mean that it is somehow relevant to what was currently going on?

「The Jews and the Armenians withdrew from the competition quite early, leaving only the Overseas Chinese and Indians in the continuing quagmire that ended up causing a lot of lives to be lost as a result, right?」

「Right. But the thing is, this conflict, referred to as the worst civil war in human history… has been resolved by the group that called themselves 『Twelve Devas』.」

「Huh?」

Boss raised a dumbfounded voice.

In the context of that civil war, Overseas Chinese and Indians referred to the groups of Chinese and Indian immigrants. They were involved in urban development and reconstruction projects throughout the devastated world after the war, and they were known as immigrants with tremendous power in both light and dark sides of society.

That civil war was a conflict in which such two groups with tremendous power ended up clashing head-on… and now his underling is telling him that a small company from the edge of Tokyo managed to bring an end to such conflict all by themselves?

「You’re not pulling my leg here, are you?」

「I’m afraid not. Moreover, it is said that the conflict has been resolved mainly thanks to the president of that company acting behind the scenes, which makes me think that we shouldn’t be trying to put our hands on these guys, because they seem like a real deal.」

And right after the underling of the Boss said so…

… The door to the first floor of the office they were in have been kicked open with a sound of a loud explosion.

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Let us go back in time for about three days.

The man was currently on the riverbed of the Edo River in a certain place northwest Shibamata Taishakuten in Tokyo.

In the distance he could see the ferry on the Edo River coursing back and forth between the borders of Tokyo and Chiba prefectures that was always bustling with tourists intending to visit Shibamata Taishakuten, especially children with their fathers and mothers walking hand in hand while enjoying the family gatherings.

「Haa….」

The man sat on a bench and observed the situation from afar. By the looks of it, he must have been in his early thirties, but it is only an estimation that might be true or it might not be true. Also, the sight of a lone man in his thirties sitting on a bench by the riverbed might definitely be regarded as suspicious, no matter who you would dare to ask.

That being said, it’s hard to imagine that a man who wears proper clothes and has a proper figure would be sitting on a bench by the riverbed for no apparent reason, so there must be some deeper reason or hidden meaning behind why he is doing this.

Maybe he is meeting with someone and is actually waiting for them? However, the kind of empty look in his eyes could only belong to someone who has reached the realm of selflessness.

That man was Mikado Tokuteru. As he was staring at the clouds drifting through the sky high above him, he muttered a certain phrase with a philosophical smile on his face:

「… If only I could have some money on me right now.」

He is a useless old man, after all. A useless, good-for-nothing waste of human life, plain and simple. Ultimate failure of a human being who only paid attention to money and his appearance more than anything else in the world.

Looking at least somewhat embarrassed, he took out his smartphone while crossing his legs and checked if he had any incoming emails.

「My work schedule is empty. The contents of my wallet are even more empty. It’s normal for people to make the final mistake of smoking cigarettes in such a situation, but it’s also said that forgiving sins is God’s work… but in my case, which God should I prey to in order to be forgiven for the many sins that I have committed?」

He took out the last cigarette and lit it reluctantly. At his feet, there were many betting tickets that have been torn apart and thrown away. He seems to have dabbled in gambling with the last of his money yet again, but he seems to have failed at winning anything at all, as per the usual. As he lost what little money he had on him, you could probably see how messed up this man’s private life was.

While Tokuteru was smoking one cigarette after another, he was also fantasizing about making lots of money… but then, a heart sutra suddenly started ringing loudly from the depths of his smartphone.

Surprised by the heart sutra that began to resound all around his surroundings, Tokuteru hurriedly answered his phone in order to not attract any unnecessary attention to himself. And once he picked up, he heard the voice of a young man, Sakamaki Izayoi, arriving from the other side of the phone.

『Yo, Mr. President. You know, I was watching this horse race victory or defeat on TV earlier, and from what I’ve seen it looks like you lost spectacularly again, so I was just wondering if you will be able to give me the payment for my work before the deadline this time.』

「…Izayoi. So you know about everything?」

Tokuteru answered Izayoi’s question with his own while gritting his teeth.

At this time, Sakamaki Izayoi was working at a free agent at a mercenary company run by Mikado Tokuteru.

He relied on Tokuteru’s help to get himself a job to support himself until he can properly return to Little Garden, but the mercenary company taking all kinds of odd jobs was nothing but a front for their true line of work.

The members of Tokuteru’s company are the ones forming the 『Twelve Devas』Community: a group of strongest martial artists and Gods of War from every mythology led by Indra, the Indian King of the Gods himself, and the purpose of their Community is to deal with problems and situations both in Little Garden and in the Outer World that others are incapable of solving by themselves.

However, you could say that it was unfortunate for them to move their base of operations to Japan three years ago.

In Japan, which is basically peaceful country, there was no demand for the services of a mercenary company, and the company quickly became financially unstable.

Until he came to Japan, Mikado Tokuteru was living the kind of life where he could use a wad of cash as a substitute for a fan, but now his life deteriorated so much that had to feel regretful about every single cigarette the he smoked.