Saint Seiya Evil Skull

In the spring of 1986, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, scattering down onto the aging windows of the Tokyo Court of Appeal. Meanwhile, an intelligence officer stationed there was hurriedly reporting to someone on a satellite phone: "Sir, news of the Galaxy Tournament has spread. Promotion is being vigorously promoted, and it's expected to officially begin soon."

Upon hearing this news, Alberich, seated at his desk in Asgard's castle, was startled for a moment before slowly rising to his feet. He walked steadily to the window and gently pulled a cigarette from the case on the table. After expertly lighting it, he took a deep puff and slowly exhaled a cloud of white smoke. The smoke drifted through the air, casting a mysterious veil over his stern face.

Strangely enough, Alberich, a heavy smoker in his previous life, somehow managed to easily give up the habit in this one. Perhaps it was the strict discipline he'd been subjected to since childhood, the relentless daily training that left him with neither the time nor the energy to enjoy the solace of tobacco. Yet, despite successfully kicking the habit, some inexplicable habit kept a pack of cigarettes tucked away in Alberich's office drawer. Unexpectedly, today, they would actually come in handy.

Gazing out the window at the children playing, Alberich pondered: He knew full well that with the approaching Galactic Tournament, the epic story of Saint Seiya was about to officially begin. This highly anticipated tournament was undoubtedly the grand prelude to the entire story. It wouldn't be long before the five young men, known as "Little Strongmen," would rise to prominence. They would become the key driving force behind the plot, ushering in the fierce battle among the gods. At this thought, Alberich's gaze grew deeper, as if he could penetrate the fog before him and discern what was about to unfold.

"Ah!" Albelisi sighed deeply. He took another deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke swirling before his eyes like an illusory painting. Then, he slowly raised his hand and fiercely stubbed out the burned-out cigarette in the ashtray.

At that moment, his gaze drifted off into the distance, his mind racing with thoughts. Such a grand and solemn opening ceremony was about to take place, an event that would garner worldwide attention! He wondered what Saga of the Sanctuary was thinking right now, but how could such a grand event be without someone like him, someone so passionate and curious about the Saints? With this thought, Alberich's gaze hardened.

Albelisi secretly made up his mind to go to Tokyo in person to witness the shocking opening ceremony.

A month later.

At Luleå's Asgard Airport, Alubelisi and his group were boarding a Dassault Falcon private jet bound for Tokyo. Yes, a group. Originally, Alubelisi had planned to quietly enter the village alone, observe silently, and then retreat stealthily, thus achieving complete secrecy.

Unexpectedly, the Tokyo Court's intelligence officer reported the information to both him and Hilda. Hilda brought up the matter at the dinner table. Before Albelici even mentioned his intention to go to Tokyo, Freya eagerly expressed her desire to see the excitement. Albelici was about to refuse, but Hilda's fierce glare stopped him. Albelici swallowed his words, and thus came the plan for today's trip to Tokyo.

This trip to Tokyo was of extraordinary significance. Led by Alberich, they were accompanied by his beautiful and noble wife, Hilda, the gentle and kind Freya, and their two lively and adorable sons, Miller and Heimdall. However, Oscar, the eldest son and first heir to the family throne, shouldered a heavy responsibility and had to remain in the castle to guard the family business and respond to any emergencies.

As for Pandora, she had little interest in such occasions to begin with, and with the presence of Shun, Hades' physical body, it was even more inconvenient for her to participate. Meanwhile, Lifia chose to stay and take care of the other younger children.

At the same time, to ensure the castle's ultimate safety, Alberich, after careful consideration, decided to recall two key warriors, Miimei and Firo, to Alberich Castle to strengthen its defenses. Miimei was meticulous and meticulous, while Firo possessed an exceptionally keen sense, able to discern any potential threat. Together with the powerful Dulu and Jegufri, these four God Warriors were able to make the castle impregnable.

After completing all necessary preparations, Albelisi carefully selected Sido and Badr to accompany them. Thus, the seven-person group boarded a special plane bound for Tokyo. During the nearly 10-hour flight, they either rested their eyes or chatted quietly. Finally, when the plane landed smoothly at Tokyo's Haneda Airport, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Excited and curious, they emerged from the cabin to find a driver from the Asgard Palace waiting outside to take them to their hotel.

With two days left before the Galaxy Tournament, everyone decided to explore Tokyo first. After all, it's the capital of Japan! It's also one of the world's most international metropolises! Its sheer size, population, economic development, and cultural prosperity are all impressive achievements.

Walking through the streets of Tokyo, one sees tall buildings lining one another, the streets bustling with traffic and pedestrians. In the bustling commercial districts, a dazzling array of shops offers everything from international brands to local specialty shops, leaving one dazzled. The food courts waft with enticing aromas, showcasing delicious cuisine from around the world. From exquisite Japanese cuisine, steaming hot pot, to unique Western desserts, there's something for everyone.

Tokyo also boasts numerous renowned attractions and cultural landmarks. The ancient and majestic Imperial Palace stands quietly in the heart of the city, bearing witness to the city's historical transformation. Roppongi, brimming with modern art, attracts countless young people to experience the intersection of fashion and creativity. And then there's Ueno Park, beautifully shaded by trees, which becomes a picturesque spectacle when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

"Alberich, look at Tokyo! It's a really well-built city!" Freya excitedly carried Heimdall, glancing around with a look of curiosity in her eyes. She continued, "But, those office workers here don't look too good."

Albelisi nodded, agreeing with Freya's opinion. He slowly explained, "After all, Tokyo is the capital of a country. It is naturally the face of the country, so it is natural that it is well developed.

But who knows how much hard work and effort was sucked out of China during its construction? It's abhorrent! Furthermore, just last year, Japan signed the so-called "Plaza Accord" with the United States, which resulted in a sharp appreciation of the yen and triggered a national economic downturn.

On the one hand, these white-collar workers struggle to maintain a seemingly glamorous and respectable life, while on the other hand, they endure enormous financial pressure. How can they possibly look good? "Humph!" At the end, Arubelisi couldn't help but snort coldly, thinking to himself, "This is really retribution, they deserve it!"

In fact, to avenge the plundering of Chinese resources, Alubelisi had meticulously orchestrated a massive short-selling operation against the Japanese stock market as early as last year. Later, with the Plaza Accord, the appreciation of the yen caused a sharp drop in the Japanese stock market, allowing him to profit immensely. Whenever he thought of this, Alubelisi felt immensely proud, believing he had made a significant contribution to China's anti-Japanese cause.