On the screen, Huande smiled faintly and said, "I won't give up. I'll definitely come back. When that time comes, you must serve me well again."
With those words, he turned and left.
Misora awoke at that moment, blinking in confusion. "What did he just say?"
Wanzhang replied softly, "Did you hear it all?"
The scene transitioned.
Himuro Taishan sat quietly in a wheelchair. A concerned subordinate beside him said, "You really shouldn't push yourself too hard."
Taishan responded in a calm tone, "It's alright. I must fulfill my duty. The regular meeting starts at 19:00. Za—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Suddenly—puff!
He was struck by something!
His body convulsed violently, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
The viewers from across the three realms were instantly stunned. Many gasped in shock.
"F**k! Not now!"
"I've got a bad feeling—like the Prime Minister might actually die!"
"This is seriously creepy!"
"We just found out Himuro Gentoku is aligned with Faust, and now he might be dying?!"
"This whole thing is terrifying to think about!"
On the screen, chaos ensued.
"Prime Minister! What's wrong?! Prime Minister!" the subordinate yelled frantically.
"Someone! Call an ambulance! Hurry!"
Then the camera shifted. In a shadowed corner, Xue Qian stood, looking grim. He whispered under his breath:
"I kept my promise, Huande. I helped you."
The audience exploded in reaction.
"Holy—Huande told him to do this!"
"Unbelievable! That guy has no limits!"
"Yeah! He's downright ruthless!"
"Even plotting to kill his own father? That's twisted!"
"This man is terrifying!"
In the extraordinary chat group, chaos erupted as well.
Amber: "Oh my God! Huande actually did this!"
Tingyun: "How can a person with a conscience do that to their own father?"
Ganyu: "He gave up his humanity for power… he doesn't care about family at all!"
Meanwhile, Zhantu turned to Misora and said softly, "I'm sorry. I've been keeping secrets from your boss."
Misora smiled gently. "Now's not the time to worry about me."
She paused, then added, "But… I'm really shocked by the truth about your father—and your identity."
Zhantu—also known as Battle Rabbit—spoke with a pained expression, "I've always feared losing my memories. I've always wanted them back. But now… with what I've seen… I don't know if I have the strength to face it all."
Misora reached out and comforted him, "No matter what your past was, the Kiryu who stands before me today… is just a narcissistic, arrogant, justice-obsessed hero!"
Zhantu chuckled faintly. "You're not praising me at all!"
Scene shift.
In a well-guarded meeting room, Himuro Gentoku and the other two prime ministers sat at a long table. The atmosphere was tense, despite their formal appearances.
Gentoku stood and declared, "As you can see—I've successfully retrieved Pandora's Box!"
Mido nodded. "You've done well. From now on, it will be shared property among the three nations—"
But Gentoku cut him off sharply. "Don't pretend with me."
His voice grew intense.
"Ten years ago, when we were exposed to the light of the Magic Box, our desires were awakened. We weren't chosen by fate—we were consumed by ambition!"
"The three of us… all want the power of the Magic Box. And we want to rule the world!"
He burst into maniacal laughter.
Duozhi raised an eyebrow but smiled faintly. "What are you talking about?"
"Our country is focused on child welfare and agriculture."
Huande smirked. "In this strained economy, nearly all of your national budget is poured into military development. You really expect me to believe that?"
"You crave power too."
Duozhi's smile vanished. He stood, eyes cold, staring directly at Huande.
Huande continued, voice rising:
"This nation wasn't split into three by the Sky Wall."
"No, it fractured because of our greed."
"Our ugly desires!"
He leaned forward, his voice filled with fervor. "So tell me—who's fit to lead this nation?"
"Let's settle this once and for all!"
Mido, who had been quiet, suddenly smiled. A flash of anticipation lit his eyes.
Tachimi smirked as well.
In that moment, the viewers across the three realms could hardly believe what they were witnessing.
"I can't believe it wasn't the Sky Wall that divided the country…"
"It was because of those three prime ministers?!"
"This Magic Box is seriously dangerous!"
"It's like a poison that drives everyone mad with ambition!"
"Looks like a major conflict is about to erupt!"
"Yup! They're gonna fight to the death!"
"Haha… why am I actually excited about this?!"
"Same! The more intense the battle, the better the story!"
Outside, Zhantu walked through a busy street.
Suddenly—screams erupted from the crowd.
"Ahhh!"
People panicked, fleeing in all directions.
Confusion and fear spread like wildfire.
Zhantu's face turned serious. "Why are there Smash monsters here?! And even the guards?! This isn't normal!"
Without hesitation, he transformed into Kamen Rider.
A fierce battle broke out as he began to fend off the Smash.
Moments later, Wanzhang arrived to assist.
Together, they quickly defeated the creatures.
Wanzhang frowned. "Who turned them into Smash?"
That's when Huande arrived, flanked by soldiers. He spoke calmly:
"It was the Northern Capital government."
"They've launched their first attack."
Wanzhang's expression turned grim. "What?! What's going on?"
Huande replied coldly:
"This morning, the Northern Capital government officially declared war on us."
"Yes… the war has begun."
Shockwaves rippled through the audience once more.
"Wait, didn't Huande just say we should decide who leads the country?"
"And immediately after, the Northern Capital declares war?!"
"This is insane! They're not even pretending anymore!"
"The war came way too fast!"
Meanwhile, in the extraordinary chat group:
Amber: "So it's started… a full-blown war between the factions."
Tingyun: "How much more blood will be shed because of that cursed box…"
Ganyu: "And yet no one dares destroy it."
Steve (formerly Ye Yun) commented in the chat: "This war was inevitable. The moment the Magic Box appeared, so did our downfall."
Others nodded silently.
As war broke out in the streets, cities descended into chaos.
Civilians fled.
Tanks rolled through shattered roads.
And up above, fighter jets soared, their contrails streaking across the sky.
Mido, Duozhi, and Huande each mobilized their armies.
Propaganda spread through all channels.
Each nation claimed the moral high ground.
But everyone knew—the fight wasn't about justice.
It was about power.
The Magic Box pulsed ominously in its containment chamber, glowing with unnatural energy.
Its influence grew stronger with every passing day.
Those who stared into it too long were consumed by madness.
Even the prime ministers, once capable leaders, now stood on the brink of self-destruction.
Zhantu, Wanzhang, and Misora gathered in their underground base, eyes heavy with worry.
Zhantu clenched his fists. "We need to stop this. Somehow."
Misora nodded. "We need allies… and we need to find out the true origin of the Magic Box."
Wanzhang said solemnly, "And if we can't seal it…"
"We destroy it."
Cut to black.
To be continued...
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