Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 592: Black Abyss Envoy

Sato Emon stood in the group expressionlessly.

But his heart was beating profusely.

He previously got a glorious mission that could show his loyalty.

Kill the Chinese!

He was a five-star evolved, but he was a special one. In his leader's words, his job was unique, and he could kill anyone.

Of course, the price was that he had to die, too.

But Sato emon didn’t care. In his heart, a warrior’s glory was more important than his life. The glory of the faction was far more important than his life. The recognition of the leader was more important than life.

He used his way to show his faith.

For example, he had a dread knot.

In peacetime, not to mention people of similar ages, not many in Japan were willing to have such a hairstyle. But he didn’t care; he wanted this symbolic hairstyle to tell those who mock him that he was a samurai, the most loyal one. He was protecting tradition and wanted to spread it.

The apocalypse that everyone hated arrived, but he didn’t hate it. On the contrary, he was excited about the new order. He saw that the thing he believed in was rising.

The leader rose; the faction rose. More people joined factions that were about to go extinct during peacetime. He also gained power that was unimaginable to him during peacetime.

Under the leadership of his leader, he merged the samurai spirit and skills into his evolution.

He was waiting for a day to shock everyone.

That day finally arrived.

Sato Emon and his leader saw how strong the Chinese were.

His passion was not wrong. His confidence wasn’t wrong. Like many of his brothers, he looked down and hated that country across the ocean.

He knew his country had lost to them during their hundred years of history. Even if they relied on other countries to win, they couldn’t hide their recent poverty and falling behind.

Even before the apocalypse started, their economy was behind. But he still looked down on those people.

The Koreans who also lost in that war spent dozens of years sacrificing their interests rather than purchasing Japanese cars. But the Chinese wouldn’t. They only cared about their interests.

Sato Emon knew there were economic squabbles he couldn’t understand and realized there were technological competitions. It wasn’t as simple as he imagined, but it didn’t stop him from underestimating that country.

Much negative tourism, shopping, and culture news made him look down on that country and its people.

But this was a rare chance. His persistence in his path had touched the leader of the faction. He followed him and learned many deeper things. He realized that the country he looked down on was using its way to get stronger. He found out they were strong enough to ignore them, and his country no longer had power over them.

He recalled that his ancestors had to kneel to them in the last hundred years!

Even their language and words were taught to them!

Even in modern days, after that country slept for a hundred years and just woke up, but at this initial stage, they weren’t something that his country could compete with.

Thus, many seniors still had a prideful outer appearance, but deep down, they were terrified of that country.

He was afraid that the place would continue to get stronger. He was afraid that they had improved.

His country could only mock and look down on them to keep their pride.

Even if it was only psychological.

This feeling was bitter for all of them.

Fortunately, the apocalypse was here. He felt like this was the best chance for his country to rise. Sato Emon looked as many of his people and his faction stronger. Now, half the country was in a faction.

Sato Emon felt like his fear for that country had disappeared. He was even looking forward to a day when his country would complete that battle of glory that was undone nearly a hundred years ago.

But today, the fight was on this island.

Sato Emon and his leader saw the strength of the Chinese again.

These things were a deep stab in his heart. He knew that if he couldn’t defeat those Chinese, these things would become his nightmare until he died.

Fortunately, his leader understood him and sent him forward.

Sato Emon was prepared to sacrifice himself.

He knew that the strongest Chinese faction was Cloud Peak, and its leader was Ye Zhongming. He knew that their highest evolved level was a seven-star evolved who was a level higher than his leader. He also personally witnessed two purple pieces of equipment appear.

So what?

If any of them chose to challenge, they would die!

He would use his job skill to kill Ye Zhongming or that seven-star evolved!

He would give his leader the easiest chance to rise. He knew that even if he died, his soul would follow his leader towards that country and occupy the fertile land that his country had eyed for thousands of years.

Ye Zhongming had participated in this challenge, so his chance was here!

He would leave a thick stroke in history and become an idol for his people!

Since that was the case, what was death? It was all worth it!

That person called Ye Zhongming entered! Then, he would have his moment of glory.

Black flames appeared on Sato Emon’s body. That decently handsome face started to twist; black blood vessels covered his body and appeared on his head. An ugly black horn appeared from his head amidst all the black flames.

The trump card that the Japanese were proud of was finally being used.

The job that could only be used once in a life--- Black Abyss Envoy, had appeared…