Chapter 159
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 159
Chapter Title: Perfect Chaos
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“Tell the men to wear Self-Defense Force uniforms or police outfits whenever they’re pulling off those ‘bad deeds.’ Have them impersonate JSDF troops or cops. We need to turn the Japanese public against the current government. And spread rumors that the JSDF and police are exploiting the chaos to murder, rape, commit arson, and rob innocent Japanese citizens—that we’re the ones stepping up to protect them from it all.”
“Understood, Oyabun.”
War was a space overflowing with every kind of incitement, fabrication, and vicious rumor.
Even if it got crushed now, this would carve a permanent scar into Japanese textbooks and world history—an armed uprising for the ages.
Screwing Japan over royally. Hell, even I had to admit things were going way too smoothly.
It felt like all the pieces had just clicked perfectly into place.
Pieces falling right into place? Lady Luck finally shining on me?
Once fortune starts favoring you, everything just falls into place effortlessly—and that was exactly the vibe right now.
‘Or maybe... do I actually have a talent for this chaos shit?’
I’d only supplied them with unlimited guns and ammo, then just hung back like a figurehead boss—and yet everything was clicking.
The underlings handled organization, training, and distributing weapons and bullets on their own, nailing every bit of it.
Our enemies, on the other hand? Not so much.
With Tokyo’s civilians as massive hostages and us fighting street-to-street urban warfare, the Ground Self-Defense Force couldn’t unleash any heavy-handed crackdown.
In fact, when our forces pushed toward Ichigaya in Shinjuku—home to the Defense Ministry and GSDF HQ—they panicked, shredding documents and fleeing who-knows-where.
We snagged a few slowpoke generals and senior officers as a bonus.
We clashed with the police’s 5th Mobile Unit guarding the place and a few GSDF detachments, but they couldn’t handle our troops blasting heavy machine guns and Panzerfausts nonstop, lobbing grenades and Molotovs like crazy.
We didn’t give a damn if Japanese civilians got caught in the crossfire, but the riot police and JSDF were restricted on heavy weapons to minimize civilian casualties—they couldn’t hit back properly.
“From interrogating the prisoners we’ve secured, the Japanese emergency cabinet’s been hammering the GSDF chief of staff and generals with impossible orders: ‘swift yet safe, forceful yet damage-free.’”
“Hmph. Typical politicians—don’t wanna take the blame, huh?”
“Exactly. The prime minister, chief cabinet secretary, and defense minister seem dead set against the stigma of a botched op killing most of the civilians.”
If civilian deaths spiked during an op, they were primed to scapegoat some JSDF general or officer and cut them loose.
The problem? The GSDF knew it all too well.
Frankly, in Japan or Korea, pinning stars on your shoulder to become a general was basically synonymous with being a politician.
You couldn’t climb that high without mastering politics—anyone who couldn’t got weeded out.
So none of these politically savvy GSDF generals wanted to take point.
Not when the prime minister and defense minister sure as hell weren’t stepping up themselves...!
That bought our rebels precious time.
With infinite weapons and ammo, we kept drilling marksmanship for real combat edge, refining strategies and tactics.
We had heavy stuff like Panzerfausts, plus drones rigged with C4 or grenades to drop—our combat prowess was visibly ramping up with every passing hour, and I could feel it in my bones.
Hell, I was even crash-coursing a few guys on 60mm mortar fire.
‘Drones are a keeper... gonna use this trick back in Tower Floor 1’s Project Zombie World. Fucking genius.’
All this large-scale fighting sharpened my tactical eye even further.
Stuff like this would rack up experience gold for dominating Tower Floor 1.
“If the Emperor or any imperial family haven’t left the Imperial Palace, capturing them for propaganda would be ideal. The GSDF might’ve planned an evacuation, so predicting the route is key.”
“Do as you see fit.”
Plus, I had a ex-GSDF officer by my side, making it easy to predict their moves.
“We’re fully fortified now. The government won’t suppress us easily at this point.”
“Yeah. Probably not.”
I figured the same.
Just our rebel forces dug into Tokyo topped 3,000—no way they’d squash that quick.
Especially modern urban warfare—it turned even the mightiest armies into blood-drained wrecks.
‘These thugs who’d never touched a gun before? Fighting way better than expected. Gutsy, high morale. Nice, nice. Must be this Japan-wank worldview.’
This was a Japan-wank worldview.
In Tower Floor 3’s Absolute Dick Japan-wank setting, Japan was the great nation, Japanese the superior race.
Think of it as a special author-blessed buff baked into their ethnic bloodline, courtesy of the world’s creator god.
Didn’t that apply to criminals too?
They were Japanese, after all.
I’d heard somewhere: the brighter and stronger the light, the deeper and darker its shadow.
Japan’s criminals seemed to fit that bill.
Could a great nation really have zero criminals?
‘Nah. Even the author who built this world would call that impossible—or just not want it.’
A Japan with no criminals at all? Zero crime?
That’d make police obsolete.
No need for investigators or courts.
Just an immigration office to boot out foreigners and foreign trash.
But the god-creator of this world—the author of the doujin ‘Absolute Dick’—didn’t want a cop-free utopia.
So police and prosecutors had to exist.
Which meant criminals had to exist too.
To give them jobs.
In other words, for narrative consistency, Japan had crooks.
So... what kind of beings were these ‘Japanese criminals’ in a Japan-wank worldview?
And here they were, right in front of me.
‘Kukuku. Perfect. A great Japan in the Japan-wank worldview? Time to tear it down with the hands of its own great Japanese.’
Just being Japanese leveled up even the criminals’ skills.
The stronger Japan’s glorious light shone in this Japan-wank world, the mightier the shadows of its criminals grew.
In this worldview, Japan’s mighty power couldn’t be broken by outsiders.
But fellow Japanese?
The god-author’s chosen race wouldn’t lose to foreigners.
But a civil war among the same race? Kin slaying kin?
‘Kuhuhu... Keep up this urban guerrilla grind, and it’s peak mayhem.’
Urban fighting through central Tokyo meant Japan couldn’t risk Air or Maritime SDF firepower projection.
Even the GSDF couldn’t roll out self-propelled guns or MLRS—and air strikes? Pure fantasy.
“Oyabun, we scouted the Diet Building and PM’s Office. Looks like they really bolted for Yokohama or Osaka.”
The Japanese government’s emergency cabinet had fled Tokyo for Yokohama or Osaka.
The rumors checked out.
Makes sense—our hold on Tokyo City Hall was pretty damn close to their spots.
I could picture the emergency cabinet shaking in their boots as they hightailed it to Yokohama or Osaka.
‘Like Korea’s government fleeing to Incheon or Busan? Yokohama’s Incheon-ish, Osaka Busan-tier... or wait, Osaka’s more mid-country, like Daejeon or Sejong?’
“Probably Yokohama. Relocating to Osaka means abandoning the whole Kanto region—not a light political call. Plus, Zama Camp—US Army base—is west of Yokohama; they could flee there if cornered. The cabinet doesn’t know our true numbers or identity—just thinks it’s a ‘bloody popular uprising.’ They don’t fully trust the JSDF either, so holing up at a US base for safety isn’t off the table.”
We’d pieced that together from grilling prisoners: the emergency cabinet was in disarray, doubting even the JSDF.
Made sense if they thought it was a bottom-up people’s revolt.
The military might flip and turn guns on them in the name of the people’s will...
Japan had history of the military staging coups ‘for the people’s will’—hell, just over a century ago, soldiers assassinated a PM they didn’t like. That was Kondo Muuji’s rundown.