Does human civilization actually have a dark side that I don’t even know about?
——Harboring such thoughts, Shinomiya Ganan swallowed that mysterious pill of unknown origin.
He was one of the most powerful people in Japan.
From the perspective of capital, one could even say he was among that tiny handful of people standing at the very pinnacle of the human pyramid.
It was impossible for him not to know the truth of this world.
No matter how hidden a dark side might be, if it exists, it must leave traces.
Even if it doesn’t interfere with the “surface,” over the long course of history, it would inevitably interact with human regimes and gradually be integrated into intelligence that only a few can access.
But in his common sense: there is no such thing as a dark side in the world.
The legendary immortals, demons, ghosts, and all supernatural elements, when analyzed by science, are either nature’s masterwork or the deception of those with ulterior motives.
The world is materialistic…
However, what is going on with the young man in front of me?
That method, akin to spatial teleportation, what exactly is it?
Shinomiya Ganan didn’t have time to ponder, as his entire attention was drawn to the drastic changes within his body.
“Haa…”
The man, who had been bedridden for a long time, saw his face, aged and tortured by illness, regain vitality and a healthy flush.
From weak and critically ill to healthy and energetic.
The entire process took less than ten minutes.
“How do you feel?”
Shinomiya Ganan, who was looking in the mirror, was pleasantly surprised to find that he seemed several years younger.
Hearing the young man’s smiling question beside him, he couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart and asked.
“Inconceivable…
May I ask, do you have any more of that medicine?”
Only those who have suffered from a serious illness truly understand the value of [Health].
“You don’t need to use it anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“After taking it once, you will never get sick again.”
Seeing Shinomiya Ganan’s flickering gaze, Makoto suddenly sighed: “However, my medicine doesn’t seem to be able to cure the illness of suspicion.
Since you think I’m lying to you, you can just find scientists to study and replicate it yourself.”
Shinomiya Ganan, his thoughts exposed, was startled.
Makoto looked at him, squinting his eyes with a smile.
Yet that smile had an indescribable coldness: “Why don’t you just think that I am a complete and utter fraud!”
Shinomiya Ganan quickly defended himself: “I dare not have such thoughts!”
“You’ve used your mind to figure out how to fool me, and up until now, you haven’t shown any respect for hierarchy!
And you say you don’t have such thoughts!
Let me ask you, what is this about ‘finding someone to inquire about the existence of other supernatural beings’?” This story is hosted at g.com.
Exposed once again, Shinomiya Ganan’s expression changed completely, and he stood there like a stone.
Suddenly, he noticed a detail——when Makoto spoke to him, he didn’t open his mouth.
The other party’s voice seemed to resound directly in his heart!
“I said it before, from now on your life and death are at my whim.
Whether it’s reading thoughts or telepathic communication, these are all methods I use to control you.
You don’t seem to believe it?”
Noticing Makoto’s gaze becoming sharper, Shinomiya Ganan suddenly felt as if something had pricked the depths of his soul.
He could no longer maintain his composure, dropped to his knees with a thud, and stammered when he replied: “I, I didn’t mean that…”
“Shinomiya Ganan, what should you call yourself?”
“Your, your subordinate is slow-witted…”
When Makoto plucked the string that determined Shinomiya Ganan’s death, whether this helmsman of the Shinomiya Family was truly slow-witted or clear-headed in his heart, he himself likely didn’t know.
Because in that moment.
He clearly felt the shadow of death.
——If he dared to be disrespectful again, he would truly die.
And the unpredictable, smiling-tiger demeanor of this master made Shinomiya Ganan deeply realize that this was someone who could do anything, or rather, a “non-human” that completely transcended common sense.
Fear, deep in his bones, quickly diluted the ecstasy of being reborn.
Realizing this, he respectfully lowered his head, wanting to say something but not daring to.
“A servant should act like a servant.
You are not a servant; you are my subordinate because you are a capable person.”
“Your subordinate, your subordinate is terrified.”
“No need to be terrified, and no need to worry about what I will do to the Shinomiya Family.”
Reading Shinomiya Ganan’s worries, Makoto returned to a calm smile: “As for my goal?
It’s very simple.
Even immortals need to eat.
It’s the 21st century; no matter how reclusive people outside the world are, they can’t keep living on wind and dew.
That’s just looking for trouble for no reason.”
“You are right.”
“I need the financial power and influence of the Shinomiya Family to support my daily life in this country.
Is this clear enough?”
“It is my honor to serve you and attend to your needs.”
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He really was afraid that he and the Shinomiya Family had been dragged into some cruel struggle between supernatural beings.
The last bit of resistance in his heart about becoming someone else’s servant vanished.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked respectfully: “Master, what does my subordinate need to do for you?”
“I want glory, wealth, and monstrous power.”
Makoto added: “At least, in this country, you must achieve these two things for me.”
“Of course, that is not difficult.”
Money and power, very clear goals.
Shinomiya Ganan put his heart at ease.
He looked at Makoto’s excessively young face and smiled: “Your subordinate does not know what deep foresight you have, but surely, in your leisure time, if you could have some ‘Murasaki no Ue’-like silent flowers by your side, life would be even more pleasant.”
In the Chinese context, there is the metaphor of the “flower that understands language,” describing women who are intelligent, good at talking, and empathetic.
But in Japanese culture, the aesthetic of “better not to speak” and “not speaking is the true flower” is revered.
Just like Murasaki no Ue in The Tale of Genji.
In short, the head of the Shinomiya Family was testing whether Makoto needed women, and what kind of women he needed.
Makoto did not reject this little scheme of flattering his superior.
On the contrary, he quite liked it.
“Women, I will find them myself.
When I need them, I will naturally use you.”
Seeing that the business for this time was done, Makoto had no intention of staying any longer.
He still had to find others.
Eggs shouldn’t be put in the same basket; as a superior, his subordinates couldn’t just consist of one force.
Moreover, although the Shinomiya Family was one of Japan’s top conglomerates, in recent years it had started to show signs of decline, far from satisfying Makoto’s ambition and appetite.
He was also preparing to find other conglomerates.
“However…”
Before leaving, he suddenly added:
“My home is still missing a little maid.”
“Then I will immediately…”
“No need for others.
I think Hayasaka Ai by Shinomiya Kaguya’s side is quite good, very good.”
His figure gradually dissipated until he disappeared completely.
For Shinomiya Ganan, it felt like a dream.
But his healthy body and the surging vitality within him were telling him: It was not a dream.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his thoughts in turmoil.