Just past six o'clock.
The sky was as dark as deep night. Thick clouds obscured the light, and strong winds carried rain, spraying across the coastal area. Finally, the storm descended.
Everything became a blurry shadow in the rain—like the tall, gaunt figures of hellish demons. The sea churned up giant waves, instantly slamming a fishing boat that hadn't evacuated into the seawall. The steel hull dented on impact, producing a deafening groan. But in the wailing wind, it was barely a sound.
As the waves receded, countless tall, muscular Deep Sea Tribe members—their eyes the size of lightbulbs—advanced toward the land.
Deep Sea King stood behind many of his kind, emitting an ultra-high frequency sound wave like a whale. The Deep Sea Tribe immediately began their march inland.
Zombieman looked at the scattered, rapidly moving objects in the distance and immediately pulled out the alarm given by the Hero Association headquarters.
"Oh no—Zombieman has sounded the alarm! The Deep Sea Tribe is making landfall during the typhoon."
Upon receiving this news, the person in charge's face was extremely grim. He organized his words before speaking.
"Issue an alert now, ordering residents within fifty kilometers of the coastal area to evacuate."
"The meteorological bureau sent a message saying that after landfall, the typhoon made an unpredictable turn and is now moving south."
"Yes!"
"Wait—increase the evacuation range for residents in the south by twenty kilometers."
"Yes, the messaging department has received the order."
The person in charge adjusted the channel. "Notify Metal Knight and Zombieman to enter the typhoon area and investigate the situation. Have more S-Class and A-Class heroes rush to the scene."
The order was issued from the Hero Association headquarters and instantly reached everyone's phones.
But one person was an exception.
Akira.
In the Eroge, his phone was basically just a prop—apart from telling time and setting alarms.
Looking at the approaching typhoon in the distance, Akira felt a sense of awe.
Natural disasters are indeed powerful.
This scale couldn't even be captured in a blockbuster film.
Not far away, a black car was at a crossroads—that was Akira's target. Suou Yuki was sitting inside.
Then the car turned on its signal and entered a long, straight road.
Akira followed unhurriedly. Evidently, the current time was during the typhoon's landfall—before his last mission. Inside the car now, there shouldn't be any hostile gazes yet.
At that moment, the weather suddenly changed. The dark clouds that had seemed far away were now directly overhead. Pouring rain immediately lashed Akira's face, and the wind instantly turned furious. Even his soaked clothes were blown about like fluttering banners.
"What's going on!?"
Suou Yuki was a little scared.
She had originally been at another of her properties, but the Hero Association suddenly issued an emergency evacuation, forcing her to leave. And her current location was directly south of the typhoon.
"The typhoon is coming, but Miss doesn't need to worry. This car was modified by the S-Class Hero Metal Knight—it's absolutely solid. It also has the most advanced danger warning system, with laser scanning within a hundred meters and camera capture."
The driver pressed a special button, and a screen flipped out from behind the front seat, clearly showing the surrounding situation.
"S-Class Hero Metal Knight? The one Grandpa sponsored?"
"Yes. Because of the patriarch's sponsorship, all of our family's machinery is manufactured by Metal Knight. This car was just sent back for improvements yesterday—and it's come in handy today."
Suou Yuki felt much more at ease and became curious. "Did that S-Class Hero say what exactly was modified?"
"Ahem—I heard it has automatic combat weapons, Miss. Please don't say I told you!"
"Don't worry. I would never betray you."
In just a few words, the road conditions became extremely bad.
The road was waterlogged, and some tree branches along the roadside had been completely broken off by the wind and lay scattered on the ground. Even an experienced driver would have to proceed with caution.
However, the car's speed did not slow down for the time being—it continued to move quickly.
Bang!
Amidst the thunder came continuous loud crashes.
It seemed someone was fighting not far away.
Although Akira was not afraid of the wind and rain, it was difficult for him to see who was fighting through the rain curtain that obscured everything beyond ten meters.
What crappy weather. Couldn't this Eroge pick another time?
Akira grumbled inwardly—and then a Deep Sea Tribe member suddenly appeared beside him.
Ten meters was but a single step for their large physiques. This Ghost-level Deep Sea Tribe member had received orders to enslave and defeat humans. The person in front of him looked ordinary, but his speed was beyond what ordinary people could achieve. He had to be eliminated.
Whoosh!
Akira leaped into the air, dodging a charging punch from the Deep Sea Tribe member.
You have exceeded the tailing distance. Please enter the target's 20-meter range as soon as possible. Countdown: 3.
Another punch came. Akira used the rainwater in the air to gain leverage with his legs. With a bang, he kicked off the Deep Sea Tribe member's head.
The head flew rapidly toward the road, smashing in front of Suou Yuki's car.
2
Because he was too far away, Akira couldn't see what was happening ahead. But he suddenly remembered a scene he had seen by the roadside earlier: a fish head had smashed into the front of a car, its fins broken, directly piercing the glass.
He hadn't expected that fish head to be one he had kicked.
No time to think further.
Akira's figure moved like lightning. At full power, he charged through the rain—like a water dragon floating in the air, roaring as he rushed forward.
That 1 ultimately wasn't counted.
But in Akira's sight, the car was already damaged. Smashed by the concrete block he had hammered out of a wall last time.
Looking at the empty roadside and remembering his own bewildered expression back then, Akira felt a very peculiar sensation.
I cooperated with myself?
No time to think. Akira hid first, making sure the other party didn't see him.
This time, perhaps he really had to tail them.
"Miss, the electrical circuit is completely ruined, and the rear wheel hub is also broken."
"It's very dangerous here now. How about we see if we can find a building to take shelter in first?"
The car window was shattered. The defensive system was gone. The road was still flooded, and there was a typhoon outside. Staying in the car was definitely not safe.
But Suou Yuki sat blankly in the back, not moving. She only asked, "Did our family offend someone recently?"
"Why do you ask, Miss?"
"Someone just smashed a wall to get a concrete block and threw it directly over. I saw it on the screen."
The driver poked his head out and looked behind the car. His expression changed drastically.
That concrete block was as big as a person—he felt he couldn't even wrap his arms around it. Thrown by a person?
A monster?
Only a monster could have such strength.
At that moment—a humanoid figure suddenly flew in from a distance, smashing directly into the driver's seat.
Before the driver could speak, he was shattered into pieces.
Bang!
The figure was briefly obstructed, its flight path altered. This time, it crashed heavily onto the road.
Water splashed. The figure plowed a striking furrow into the asphalt. The surrounding water was pushed away, then converged again.
Akira could only tell it was a muscular man—he couldn't see the man's face. But when he turned to look in the direction the man had flown from, two lantern-sized eyes, glowing with a faint yellow light, emerged from the rain.
"Do you really think you can stop our Deep Sea Tribe from ruling the planet?"
"Oh, ho~. So there's a helper."