Published on December 3, 2019.
This chapter records the author’s experience of reverse SEO attacks, online defamation, criminal complaints, and the response of Japan’s judicial authorities.
It also reflects on his encounter with Tadao Umesao, his view of China and the Korean Peninsula, his illness, the search obstruction that followed his publication announcement, and his anger toward the prosecution.

December 3, 2019.
Even though this online crime also showed that criminals repeat their crimes again and again.
Ever since I appeared in the world of the Internet, I have continued to say, and have made known to the world, that China and the Korean Peninsula are lands of “bottomless evil” and “plausible lies.”
As the world knows, I am a unique human being in a sense different from Masayuki Takayama.
The essence of the opening statement is that the Korean Peninsula had been a vassal state of China, and therefore, in substance, it reflects the essence of China.
The person who brilliantly made me understand that was the late Tadao Umesao, a great talent born in Kyoto.
He was born in Kyoto, grew up in Kyoto, and brought his talent into full bloom at Kyoto University.
He became one of the world’s foremost scholars in anthropology and folklore studies.
He was not an armchair prodigy.
He was, so to speak, a hard fieldworker to a degree no one else could match.
It may also be fair to say that he was an empiricist of field verification.
As the fruit of his encounter with me, the fact that China and the Korean Peninsula are lands of “bottomless evil” and “plausible lies” was conveyed to the world.
Readers know the circumstances under which I appeared in the world of the Internet.
Naturally, I had no way of knowing the pitfalls that existed in the world of the Internet.
Every genuine essay can only be written, so to speak, from the state of mind of Jesus Christ, or from the state of mind of the highest-ranking monk in every religion.
Readers also know that I have several times referred to myself as “Kūkai living in the present.”
Even without waiting for Kūkai’s words, countless evils inhabit this world.
Then what will you do?
Kūkai posed that question to me at Tōji Temple in 2011.
It was when I had been told that my chance of survival was 25 percent, and while I was in the midst of a seven-month battle with illness, visiting Tōji Temple several times during refreshment leaves from the hospital.
Immediately after I appeared, two publishing houses in Tokyo approached me, saying that they wanted to publish my work at once.
The president of one of them approached me fiercely, saying that precisely because I had been compelled to appear because of the “Umeda North Yard” issue, it was all the more timely and necessary to publish immediately.
Because I had appeared defenselessly on the Internet, where countless evils inhabit, I myself was targeted by “bottomless evil” and “plausible lies,” and a large sum of money was swindled from me.
The anger and frustration became killer stress, and I fell seriously ill, receiving the declaration that my chance of survival was 25 percent.
Preparing for the worst, I decided to publish, and on June 1, 2011, from my hospital room, I announced on this blog that publication had been decided for December 1 of that year, and asked readers to purchase the book.
At that very moment, the aforementioned villain, who was an established criminal, began committing unspeakable evil on the Internet.
At that time, when one searched in Japanese for “The Turntable of Civilization,” there were several million search results, and when one searched in English, there were more than twenty million.
My essays in various languages appeared endlessly, probably in the order of the quality of their contents.
Yet a few days after I made the announcement, the number of search results was suddenly reduced to one-hundredth, and from the first page through the tenth page, the results were filled with foolish blogs that this man had created on various sites.
I later learned that such conduct is called a reverse SEO attack.
Nor was that all.
On Twitter, using his real name, he even defamed me by calling me a “dishonest writer,” or by exposing my real name and calling me a “dishonest real-estate agent.”
When I was targeted by this criminal and a large sum of money was swindled from me, the lawyer I consulted was a former prosecutor.
Regarding the financial damage, he immediately filed a criminal complaint, but the response of the police station with jurisdiction was so slow that the lawyer even reprimanded the officer in charge.
Regarding the following matter, I will notify Le Monde, which, when Nissan’s Ghosn was arrested, denigrated and criticized Japan’s judiciary, probably based merely on a sense of superiority from having white skin, even though it is no exaggeration to say that it knew virtually nothing about Japan.
I will also notify the Paris media, which are as foolish as the Japanese media.
Japan has gone too far in democracy, and in recent years has enacted the Personal Information Protection Act and the Hate Speech Act, becoming, without exaggeration, a paradise for criminals.
There is no country that protects the so-called “human rights of criminals” as much as Japan does.
The lawyer mentioned above is close to my own generation.
He hated the Internet so much that he would say, “I hate even looking at it. I cannot understand the mind of anyone who writes things in such a place.”
Yet even he was astonished by the conduct of the criminal mentioned above, called it “an obvious crime,” and cited several possible criminal charges.
Naturally, he knew that a large sum of money had been swindled from our company, and that the seven-month hospitalization had also required enormous expenses.
All the more so because he once came to my hospital room to consult with me about accepting a court’s recommendation for settlement in one of the cases for which a complaint had been filed.
If he formally accepted the case as my lawyer, it would again cost a great deal of money.
“This is something you can do by yourself, and I will write the text for you,” he said.
“Go to the police by yourself and file a criminal complaint.
You can do it alone.”
And so I went alone, first to the Chūō Police Station, and then to the nearest police station, to file criminal complaints.
The acting chief of the police station was also a person close to my generation.
“Please give us a break.
How many PCs do you think we have in this station?
Only two…”
He grumbled in this way, but fortunately there was a young detective who was knowledgeable about PCs and related matters, and he accepted it as a formal criminal complaint and began the investigation.
In the course of that process, this criminal confessed to the above conduct, namely that he had created more than forty IDs with various site operators and carried out reverse SEO attacks.
Thanks to the precious efforts of the doctors and nurses, I recovered completely and was discharged.
Then, as a completely unknown person, I filed criminal complaints alone, without retaining a lawyer.
We had filed criminal complaints regarding three instances of damage, but almost three years passed with no sign of the cases being sent to the district public prosecutors’ office.
We had almost given up… Le Monde.
This is the reality of Japan.
It is no exaggeration to call it a paradise for crime.
One day, the Internet case finally reached the district public prosecutors’ office.
From here, I address the middle-aged female prosecutor who was in charge at that time.
In response to the indescribable attacks, I once made a counterattack.
She said that this counterattack text was a problem.
At that instant, I also realized that this middle-aged female detective had been completely won over by the criminal.
She said that this man had a daughter…
Middle-aged prosecutor.
If you are going to say such a thing, then if this man truly cared about his daughter, should you not first admonish him by asking why he committed a crime and telling him that he must not commit crimes?
Naturally, you should admonish him never to commit a crime again.
Yet despite the fact that criminals repeat their crimes again and again, as this online crime also demonstrated,
This middle-aged female prosecutor, having been won over by the criminal, spoke as if I, the victim, were the perpetrator.
Although I had already almost given up by the time it had taken three years for the case to reach the district public prosecutors’ office, one of the greatest angers of my life exploded against this middle-aged female prosecutor.
I thundered at her in the great voice of Nobunaga and rose from my seat.
This essay continues.