Chapter 157
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 157
Chapter Title: Oyabun's Arsenal
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"...Big brother! No, I'll call you Oyabun from now on. Thank you for taking me under your wing, Oyabun! If you share some weapons with a few guys I know, it'll be a huge boost to our forces."
My newly minted number one lackey, Fukuda Ren, seemed to have completely misunderstood my intentions.
He acted like I was some heroic figure who'd risked death to come rescue him.
Swearing to follow me for life because I'd staked my own life to save his, he dove headfirst into his delusion: "A real man lays down his life for the one who sees his worth! I'll dedicate my life to the brother who risked his own to save me!" And just like that, he became my most fervent loyal subordinate.
"Oyabun, even if this path is the wrong one, that grand resolve you showed by risking everything to save me...! For that path, I'll throw my life away like a speck of dust! That's what 'righteousness' means...!"
'...What the hell is this guy saying? He's definitely watched way too many samurai or yakuza movies...'
"Brother—no, Oyabun—life's short, so let's make it intense and go out with a bang."
"Yeah. You're right about everything."
"Hai...!"
'This guy's face looks just like that baseball player, and back in the slammer, he bragged about loving samurai flicks and yakuza movies... Guess he had some weird romantic notions.'
Besides the few people Fukuda Ren knew, I handed weapons to every inmate in the detention center who wanted to arm up.
My plan to clean out the place was proceeding smoothly, and I managed to break out the entire prison population.
And if I wanted, I could supply all of them with infinite firearms to fully arm them.
In the chaos of the detention center, the escapees focused on my words.
So I gathered them and gave them a choice.
"Those who'll follow me, follow me. Those who won't and just want to get to their families, go to your families. Even if you don't follow me, if you want a gun, I'll give you one pistol and 90 rounds."
"""Hai! Oyabun!"""
With Fukuda Ren calling me Oyabun, everyone started doing the same.
Out of roughly 3,000 inmates, about 2,000 wanted to escape.
But the remaining 1,000 wanted to stay put in the detention center.
They seemed like petty offenders with light sentences who preferred staying within the law's bounds.
They figured escaping with me would just lead to bigger crimes without much gain, so they chose to remain.
"Oyabun, what about the ones who won't follow us or escape? Should we just kill them?"
"Nah, let 'em be. Ignore the ones who wanna stay locked up voluntarily. Plenty will come around later and join up."
"Hai!"
Of the 2,000 who decided to escape, half—about 1,000—took off without even grabbing a gun.
They were scared of firearms.
The other 700 grabbed pistols, thanked me, and bolted.
Rushing off to their families or whoever they wanted revenge on.
I armed all the escapees who wanted guns but weren't joining me to sow chaos across Japan.
The thought of Japan descending into madness made me grin.
After everyone else left, only about 300 stayed by my side, swearing loyalty.
To my followers, I handed out whatever guns they wanted: SMGs, ARs, DMRs, SRs.
Honestly, it was more like dumping them everywhere.
Weapons and guns from Tower Floor 2's Battlegrounds 2 poured out in droves.
Assault rifles (ARs) like the AKM, Beryl M762, Mk47 Mutant, ACE32, AUG, M416, SCAR-L, QBZ, G36C, M16, K2.
Designated marksman rifles (DMRs) like the Mini-14, QBU, Mk12, SKS, SLR, Dragunov, VSS, and sniper rifles (SRs) like the Kar98k, Mosin-Nagant, M24, Win94, of course.
Submachine guns (SMGs) like the UMP45, Tommy Gun, Micro UZI, Vector, PP-19 Bizon, MP5K, MP9, and shotguns like the S1897, S686, S12K, DBS, O12 were all distributed.
I even handed out light machine guns (LMGs) like the M249 and DP-28, plus oddball weapons like crossbows and Panzerfausts.
Pistols like the P92, P18C, Scorpion, P1911, R45, Deagle, R1895, and sawed-off shotguns aplenty.
Melee weapons like sickles, machetes, crowbars, frying pans, plus grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, Molotovs, sticky bombs, C4—everything got passed around.
Level 2 or 3 helmets and vests, backpacks, medkits, bandages, painkillers, adrenaline syringes, drone carriers, thermal or 4x night-vision scopes, NVGs, holo or red dot sights, laser sights, 2-8x scopes, grips, extended quick-draw mags, muzzle brakes, compensators—you name it, I showered them with gear.
"Oyabun... how much prep did you do...? Were you really gearing up for war...? The depth and foresight of your grand vision is beyond imagining."
'Hiding the Subspace Storage ability while resupplying is a real pain...'
I'd acted like it was all stashed in the detention center warehouse, pulling out "Ta-da!" reveals, but nearly got caught—it was close.
'No real reason to hide the Subspace ability, but... I just feel like keeping it secret, so I will.'
Anything short of airdrop-exclusive loot, I dumped as much as possible.
(Haven't hit any airdrops yet anyway, and even if I did, they're rare—I wouldn't share.)
I wanted to hand out mortars too, but no one knew how to use them. Useless.
In Korea, some reserve army uncles would've stepped up with mortar experience. Shame.
Panzerfausts, sticky bombs, and C4 needed some handling training due to backblast risks, but nothing like operating a 60mm mortar.
I gathered my followers.
"I probably just dumped SMGs, ARs, DMRs, SRs on you willy-nilly. If yours doesn't suit you, trade nicely with the guy next to you. Plenty of guns to go around. For SMGs, I can give each of you an extra one, so no fighting—just ask me. Carry two or more pistols if you want."
"""Hai! Oyabun!"""
Since I'd handed guns out randomly, I told them to swap if it didn't fit after testing.
One greedy bastard loaded up with five: UMP45, UZI, M16, AKM, SKS, strapped all over him.
I even said if it jammed, toss it and ask for a new one—they'd get it. My criminal followers lit up with joy.
'These punks... pretending to hold back but planning to hoard guns later... Heh, fine by me.'
Japan was erupting into chaos in real time.
While I armed my 300 followers and ran basic training, gunfire started popping off nearby—probably the pistol-packing escapees cutting loose.
'Heh, the city's about to get wrecked.'
If it's hard to picture, think of it like Seoul, Korea's capital.
Imagine 700 petty crooks or repeat offenders escaping with pistols. Korea and Japan are similar enough.
One armed escapee makes national news; 700? Insanity.
I'd even given them 90 rounds each for good measure.
Picture 700 guys with pistols and 90 rounds busting out in Seoul—what happens?
Say from Dongbu Detention Center in Songpa-gu: 700 armed escapees. Local security? Obliterated. I'd bet 50 billion yen on it.
Right next door's Suseo Station on Line 3—perfect for blending into crowds on public transit.
No need for buses or trains, though.
Walk, run, steal a bike, jack a car.
Shove a gun in the driver's face, pop one in the head or air—they'll move or hand over the keys.
Songpa-gu borders Gangnam-gu, then Seocho-gu across a bridge, then Yongsan-gu. Above that's Seoul City Hall.
Whole city's security crumbles, gridlock spreads.
'Total fucking mayhem.'
Japan's no different.
Tokyo Detention Center's near the Chiyoda Line, slicing through the city center.
Great transfers and access.
Perfect for escaping, hiding in transit crowds.
Authorities won't shut it down immediately—hop turnstiles or detour till then.
Chiyoda Line takes you past Tokyo Station, Chiyoda Ward, to Shibuya.
Shibuya borders Shinjuku, home to Tokyo Metropolitan Government. Chiyoda has the Diet and PM's office.
700 armed escapees with pistols and 90 rounds each. Total pandemonium.
That's unfolding in Tokyo right now.