"Establish a new order?"
At the public university affiliated hospital, a young woman in a white coat, looking restrained, leaned over an experimental table filled with glass bottles, gazing at the large screen outside the window.
"Eliminate all those with sinful karma, leave behind those whom God deems good, and establish a new human world. Heh, what an absolute God."
Sumire Mitani's heart became calm after the initial shock.
"I never thought that a mad scientist like me, who participated in the human modification project, wouldn't be considered a sinner."
After the gastrea virus outbreak, she became the chief responsible person for the island nation's 'New Human Modification Project' and was also known as 'one of the Four Sages'.
"If God's test is those children, then I indeed did not participate in any research related to them."
"Should I call this my luck or misfortune?"
On the other side, in a building marked 'Sima Heavy Industries', a fourteen-year-old girl with a Hime cut hairstyle, dressed in a kimono, exuding classical beauty, looked at the chaotic city.
"So the Cursed Children are God's test for humanity."
Sima Wei Zhi patted her chest and looked at the middle-aged man in the boss's chair, constantly wiping cold sweat, and said playfully,
"Dad, it's a good thing the Sima Family didn't participate in the Cursed Children research, right?"
She sympathized with the Cursed Children, but the current situation was not something a little girl like her could change.
She would occasionally use her pocket money to buy some survival supplies and secretly hire security to place them in the outer areas.
That was all she could do, and for her, it was merely an occasional whim.
But she never expected that these occasional acts would, at this moment, earn the favor of God and receive a Divine Blessing.
She had, unintentionally, answered God's test for humanity correctly.
"Alright, Wei Zhi, just let me be quiet." The middle-aged man in a suit kept wiping cold sweat.
Even as a father, he sometimes felt his daughter was as intelligent as a demon. At only 14, she had already grasped the family's core, outsmarting everyone in the family with her intelligence, and he had no way to deal with her.
If she grew up a bit more, who knew how demonic she would become? Perhaps he, as her father, would be easily stripped of his power.
"It's also fortunate that the family deals in firearms, weapons, and metals—"
ISO had once requested the Sima Family to invest in the Cursed Children modification project, but he hesitated for a long time, considering the possibility of being sidelined by ISO, and had not formally agreed.
It was a good thing he was still hesitating, otherwise he would surely have died.
"Dad, it's best to listen to me now, after all, I've already been granted the title of 'Archbishop' by God." Sima Wei Zhi extended her hands, with blue electricity appearing in one and a cyan airflow vortex in the other.
"'Lightning Magic' and 'Wind Manipulation', pretty powerful, right?"
"Archbishop?"
"Yes, it's a rank within God's Church. The Holy Son is the Saintess, below her is the Archbishop, then the 'Archbishop', and finally the ordinary God's Grace."
"As an 'Archbishop', I have two 'Divine Blessings'oh." Sima Wei Zhi slowly opened her folding fan to cover her face, her eyes narrowed like a small fox.
"..." The old father instantly shivered.
"The Sima Family is yours now. Don't say anything else, I'm tired—"
Tendo.
"Grandpa! What should we do, what should we do! What do you say we should do!" Tendo Kazumitsu, the current Vice Minister of Land, Infrastructure, Transport and Tourism, knelt on the ground, clutching his head and trembling, collapsing: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"Hmph, what a disgrace." Tendo Kikunojo, the Holy Son's regent, who was second only to one person and above ten thousand, coldly snorted with his hands behind his back. His face was also pale, and his fingers were digging into his palms.
"What's the use of wailing and begging for mercy now?"
Tendo Kikunojo looked at the sky outside the window; at this moment, he felt as small as an ant.
"Is this God? Any power, wealth, ambition, or schemes seem so ridiculous."
"Why did it have to appear at this time?"
"Why not 20 years earlier, or after I died?"
His wife died in the Gastrea war, so he hated the Gastrea immensely.
In his view, anything carrying the 'Gastrea' was an object of hatred.
To eliminate the 'Gastrea', he climbed to the center of power by any means necessary, even becoming the Holy Son's regent.
He had originally planned the third 'Gastrea War', and only needed two more years to officially launch the plan.
Unexpectedly, God appeared.
And told everyone that the Cursed Children were his test for humanity.
"I hate it!"
Just then, a piercing sound of air tearing echoed.
A dazzling, tearing, blood-colored light flashed, and the shockwave instantly knocked down everyone gathered in the mansion's living room.
Rumble! "Ahhhhh!"
"What! What happened!"
"Has divine punishment arrived? Ahhhhhh! "No, I don't want to die!"
"Spare me, spare me ahhhhh—"
The members of the Tendo family were scared out of their wits, screaming and rolling on the ground like bizarre creatures.
"What!" Tendo Kikunojo was also scared and sat on the ground.
Footsteps sounded.
The Tendo family members, realizing they weren't dead, looked over with tears streaming down their faces.
It turned out the explosion was from the wall.
The wall exploded?
The wall had inexplicably turned into neatly cut concrete blocks and wood fragments.
Then, a 14-year-old black-haired girl walked in, holding a sword wrapped in blood-colored light, with similar ribbon-like blood-colored light wrapped around her body.
The bone-chilling sensation made the already terrified crowd tremble constantly.
"Kisara—"
"It's her!"
"It's the runaway Tendo Kisara!"
"The power of God! She has been granted the power of God!"
Cold sweat appeared on Tendo Kikunojo's forehead: "Kisara—you were granted power by God?"
But as the head of the Tendo family, and Tendo Kisara's grandfather, he stood up again, hands behind his back, feigning composure, but his hands behind him were shaking.
He knew very well that his granddaughter resented the Tendo family, and had even announced a year ago that she was severing ties with them.
Tendo Kisara's expression was cold: "Grandpa—no, Head of Tendo, and all my uncles, aunts, brothers, and cousins, I've come to collect my debts."
"As I expected, scumbags like you will indeed be sentenced to death by God."
"The Tendo family doesn't even have one person who can be forgiven by God."
Tendo Kazumitsu, with unknown courage, gritted his teeth and stood up: "Kisara! Aren't you also a member of the Tendo clan! How dare you say such things!"
Tendo Kisara said coldly: "I bear the surname Tendo only for my beloved parents."
"Enough with the nonsense, in ten days you will all be swept into the trash by God."
"Before that, I must find out who participated in the murder of my parents!"
At this point, Tendo Kisara raised her sword and pointed it at everyone.
"Speak! Do you want to die in ten days, or die now!"
"Killing you scumbags, I have no psychological burden whatsoever!"