Gin glared coldly at Chianti, then approached Kuroba with deference. "Boss, do you have any missions for us this time?"
"That's right, that's right! Boss personally gathering us must mean an important mission. Are we going to assassinate the President of the United States?" Chianti echoed excitedly.
Chianti spoke with great enthusiasm, but Kuroba's brow twitched upon hearing her words. What kind of talk was that? Assassinating the President of the United States, who gave her the nerve? Not to mention anything else, the numerous vigilantes in the United States would never allow it. How could an ordinary person dare to say such a thing? Even he himself would only dare to cause trouble in Japan, this small territory. If he went to the United States, it would truly be hellish difficulty, a dance of demons, and he feared he wouldn't even have dregs left.
Kuroba shook his head and said, "You are all the backbone of the organization. Today, I've gathered you not to assign missions, but to give you an opportunity."
"An opportunity?" Not only Chianti, but the others also expressed confusion.
Seeing their reaction, Kuroba was too lazy to say more and beckoned to Vermouth. Summoned, Vermouth obediently stepped forward and knelt before Kuroba. Kuroba raised his cane and tapped each of Vermouth's shoulders. Immediately, Vermouth felt an unbearable heat spread through her entire body, intense pain starting from her shoulders and radiating outwards, as if something was trying to burst out from within her. Even with her willpower far surpassing that of ordinary people, Vermouth was so pained that she collapsed to the ground.
Just as Vodka thought Vermouth was having a relapse and prepared to restrain and send her for treatment, Gin stopped him. "Big Brother." "This doesn't concern you. Stand down." "Oh." Although Vodka was concerned about Vermouth, his loyalty to Gin was 120%. Since his boss had told him to stand down, he would. Gin said this because he sensed the changes in Vermouth. Although she appeared to be in great pain, her strength was rapidly increasing.
Following this, Vermouth's body began to change. A pair of small horns grew on her head, her skin became fairer, like a newborn infant, and some purple runes appeared on its surface. These were the characteristics of demonization, but with these features came a tenfold increase in pain. In her current state, Vermouth was close to her limit and might soon die from the agony. Although it was a shame, reaching this stage was already quite good.
Kuroba stepped forward and tapped Vermouth twice more with his cane. The pain instantly vanished. After a long while, Vermouth, having recovered, shakily rose to her feet. After adapting to the changes in her body, she stood by Kuroba's side again. The ninjas produced testing instruments. After the tests, it was found that Vermouth's strength had increased by more than fivefold, far exceeding human limits.
Kuroba looked at the others and said, "You've seen Vermouth's transformation. You all possess demonic factors within you, and you are the most loyal to the organization and to me. Therefore, if you wish, you too can gain power beyond human limits."
They looked at each other, and no one spoke. After all, they had all witnessed the suffering Vermouth endured. More importantly, Vermouth's current state had clearly surpassed the human realm, especially in appearance. Vermouth was one thing, as she could disguise herself, but if it were them, they might have trouble even walking down the street normally.
However, they soon realized it wasn't that simple. With a mere thought from Vermouth, the patterns on her body rapidly receded, and the small horns on her head retracted. With no issues regarding appearance, after a moment of silence, Gin stepped forward and said, "I'll do it."
Then, Curacao also stepped forward and said, "I will too." Seeing that his Big Brother had agreed, Vodka quickly stepped forward and said, "If Big Brother does it, I'll do it too."
"Very good." Kuroba nodded and looked at Cohen and Chianti, asking, "What are your choices?" Cohen said in a low voice, "I only trust the gun in my hand. I'm not interested in other powers." Chianti, on the other hand, happily agreed, as what girl wouldn't want her skin to become fairer and more supple? Kuroba respected Cohen's choice and, with a wave of his hand, led the remaining individuals to separate rooms. Vermouth was merely an example to show the others the effects. Everyone was a prominent figure, and no one wanted to reveal their most vulnerable side to others.
Kuroba performed individual awakening rituals for each of them. With few participants, it was completed quickly. Among them, Vermouth had the highest compatibility with her internal demonic factor. What surprised Kuroba was that among them, Gin's demonic factor was excavated the best.
After completing the awakening rituals, Kuroba reassembled them and assigned the tasks ahead and the missions for each person. Previously, these individuals might have had the possibility of betrayal, but now they had transcended the human realm and become demonized beings. As the saying goes, "Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts." Now, these few were firmly bound to his chariot.
In the following period, Kuroba, under the guise of the Prime Minister, carried out a major reshuffling of Japan's political landscape. Those who did not obey him or held opinions against him were all replaced by his people. As for those who stubbornly clung to their positions, or even dared to bare their fangs at him, Kuroba acted with swift and decisive measures, sending Gin and others to carry out assassinations one by one. These politicians were indeed cautious, always protected by layers of bodyguards when they went out, but they were facing a group of non-human beings. In front of Gin and the others, the bodyguards hired at great expense by the politicians were as good as useless.
Of course, there were many undercover agents from the Japanese Public Security Police within the organization, and their list of names was obtained by Kuroba after he became Prime Minister. However, Kuroba was not in a hurry to eliminate these moles. After all, these individuals were all elites of the Japanese police force, and it would be a waste to kill them so easily. He decided to keep them and have them carry out various assassination missions.
Thus, many Public Security moles, in order to gain the organization's trust, diligently completed the missions assigned by the organization time and time again. What they didn't know was that no matter how hard they tried, it was all in vain, as their entire backgrounds were already laid out on Kuroba's desk. As time passed, the political reshuffling in Japan gradually neared its end. Kuroba had become truly omnipotent in Japan, capable of doing as he pleased.