I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 130 Nightmare Space
"Yes, you are the most qualified among the people who came this time."

A cold voice rang out, startling the red-haired girl who had suddenly stood up.

Opposite her sat a dark-haired youth, staring at her with a cold smile. The youth was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, appeared to be Asian, and had an extremely ordinary appearance, but several scars ran across his face, making him look rather ferocious and terrifying.

After speaking, the other person's gaze swept over the red-haired girl and landed on the others present.

Following his gaze, the red-haired girl found herself sitting at a round dining table. In the center of the table was an antique candlestick, and around the table were several people slowly waking up.

? !
With a thud, the chair fell to the ground, and the red-haired girl suddenly stood up.

Because right next to her, a man in a yellow robe and hood looked up, holding a bloodstained dagger in his hand!
"It's you--"

As the saying goes, enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile.

Before she could even process what had happened to her, the girl lunged forward and tackled the still-unconscious hooded man to the ground.

"watt?"

"why you"

"Die, you cultists!!"

Riding on the bewildered hooded man, the red-haired girl lifted the casserole—no, it was her fist adorned with brass knuckles—and rained it down.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
???

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"Call the police immediately! Dial 119!"

"Don't get agitated, don't get agitated, take a deep breath!"

The other people who had just woken up turned around and saw the girl beating the old man.

They all verbally tried to dissuade them, but their bodies instinctively rose and retreated again and again.

I have to say, he's a man of action.
The one playing the role of the 'veteran' is naturally Yu's shadow clone, and even the building where everyone is is a 'mental space' created by him.

Since it's a mental space, it's obviously fake, so—

Thump,

After being punched by the girl
Before the man in the yellow robe and hood could even figure out what was happening, he was blown to pieces.

???

"This is."

"He was kicked out of the 'Trial Space' by you."

Yu, playing the 'Scarface Man', clicked his tongue and pulled out a Desert Eagle.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a newcomer 'die' so quickly."

"Man, calm down, let's talk this out."

Upon seeing the scarred man pull out a gun, the older black man among them immediately raised his hands in familiarity.

"I have twenty dollars in my left trouser pocket, it's yours."

boom!
"I'm not robbing anyone, everyone sit down."

He fired a shot into the ceiling, pointed the gun at the ceiling, and everyone present immediately picked up the chairs that had fallen over and sat obediently at the dining table.

This includes the red-haired girl who discovered she was actually wearing clothes and brass knuckles.

"Think about it carefully, He should have already implanted the basic information into your minds."

?

Upon hearing the scarred youth's words, the group first seemed thoughtful, then their expressions changed drastically, revealing a range of emotions from surprise and confusion to shock and elation.

This is a game, and who created it is unknown—perhaps a god, a demon, or an alien. In any case, they are now part of the game: completing the game earns 'points,' which can be used to exchange for a powerful physique, various strange and wonderful abilities, and the 'spirituality' to activate those abilities.

The premise is:
slap slap slap,

"Alright, alright, newbies."

The applause interrupted their thoughts, and everyone's attention was drawn to the scarred Asian youth.

"Congratulations, you've won the jackpot! Welcome to 'Nightmare Space'!"

Why not clap?

As the man's gaze swept over them, everyone burst into applause, not for anything else but for the Desert Eagle in his hand.

That said, there are actually people who use the 'Desert Eagle,' a flashy but impractical pistol.
The Desert Eagle looks tough and cool, perfect for tough guys to show off, but that's all it is: for someone weighing less than 160 pounds, using this weapon is a veritable 'wrist injury machine'. It's powerful, but unless used for hunting wild animals, its firepower is completely excessive under normal circumstances.

Here's the question: hunting wild animals requires professional hunting rifles; is someone carrying a pistol trying to challenge themselves with the thrill of dancing face-to-face with a wild animal?
However, judging from the casual way this scarred Asian man fires a gun with one hand, he is undoubtedly a tough guy.

"Sir, are you perhaps...?"

"That's right,"

“I am a veteran,”

"I accepted 'His' mission to explain the basics of space to you newbies, so that you won't die inexplicably."

Amidst the bewildered expressions of these people, the scarred man began his rapid explanation:
"The supernatural has descended upon the real world, as you all probably know."

"This space must be a playground created by some god or other higher-dimensional being."

“We are gladiators, both His playthings and His soldiers.”

"Complete the mission and gain superpowers. Once a week, and the rest of the time—rejoice, rookies! You can use your superpowers to do whatever you want, just be careful not to get killed by the cops or the military!"

"For example—"

With a snap of his fingers, the scarred young man floated into the air, along with the chair beneath him.

He looked down at the people around the table, giving them the illusion that a god was looking down on them.

? !
Having received a personal promise and performance from this 'veteran,' the group visibly became excited, except for the red-haired girl:

"This gentleman,"

"What's the situation with that guy I just chased away?"

When the girl raised her hand to ask a question, the scarred man floating in mid-air casually raised his hand to answer.

"Of course, we should go back to where we came from."

"Don't worry,"

"The ruler of this space is very 'merciful'; he would not even stoop to taking away your insignificant lives."

"But when you fail in the game and return to the real world, the thought of having just missed out on 'superpowers' will haunt you for the rest of your lives with regret and remorse."

"By the way, you can't disclose any information about the 'Nightmare Space' to unauthorized personnel in any form; how about that, isn't it going to cause a lot of torment?"

"Hahahaha~~"

Ah this
Upon reflection, everyone agreed that this was indeed the case.

For Americans, the worst thing is not the lack of opportunity, but the opportunity slipping away right in front of them, which is something they will regret for the rest of their lives!

It's something you can't even tell anyone; just thinking about it is enough to make you depressed and want to vomit blood.

"Sir, if he returns to reality, then I..."

"You just beat him to death. You two had a real-life feud, and you were always together?"

Sitting in the floating chair, Scarface casually waved his hand.

"Don't worry, he won't live much longer."

?

"This is the 'Trial Space,' and no matter how long we stay here, it's just a moment in the real world."

Amidst the puzzled expressions of the group,
The scarred youth gave the girl a look that said, "I believe in you."

"Once you pass the trial mission, even if you only exchange for the most basic 'physical attributes,' it will be enough to kill your opponent." So that's how it is.
"Back to the topic."

The scarred man pointed at the group of people.
"Please introduce yourselves first: your names, your special skills, etc. After all, you are 'comrades-in-arms' who will be working together soon."

My name is Fiona.

"and many more,"

The red-haired girl Fiona had just started introducing herself when she was interrupted again by the scarred young man floating in the sky.

"As someone with experience, I have an obligation to remind you."

"Don't reveal your names to others, because some superpowers are activated through names."

? !
Why didn't you say so sooner?
"You can call me... um, 'Priest,' and my specialty is... combat?"

As the girl hesitantly uttered those words, the others nodded vigorously in agreement.

Not only were they skilled in combat, but the moment they opened their eyes, they saw this Fiona 'priestess' beating someone up, turning them into pieces before exiting this bizarre space.

"Then I'll call you 'Lawyer',"

A man wearing a white shirt and glasses straightened his tie.

"My special skill is eloquence, and I also have some experience in solving puzzles."

"My name is 'Plumber'."

After the people in the room finished introducing themselves, they turned to look at the scarred man sitting on the floating chair.

"I don't need to introduce myself,"

"Because what follows is your 'cat and mouse game'."

Snapped,
He snapped his fingers again.
An invisible wind blew by, and the window next to us suddenly opened automatically.

"Ouch~~"

A piercing scream rang out, startling the group of people.

"This is?"

"It's a werewolf."

Amidst the grim expressions of the others, the scarred youth shrugged.

"That's right, it's the werewolf you're thinking of: a cruel, bloodthirsty butcher; but also a loyal and brave warrior."

"Unfortunately, that werewolf is now your enemy. Try your best to escape; if you can hold out for an hour, you'll have succeeded."

After speaking, the scarred youth crossed his fingers and looked at everyone with a half-smile.

"Of course, you can also team up and try to take down the werewolf."

"Your performance will be reflected in points."

"This determines what you can exchange for in the end, so fight hard to please the master of this space!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

? !
In a daze, the hooded man found himself standing on an altar.

He was surrounded by other believers still praying, and in front of him was a red-haired girl bound in a 'magic circle,' as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

However, the next second, he changed his mind.

The red-haired girl, who was being bled out, suddenly looked at him, her eyes filled not with fear or pleading, but with rage and fury.
Killing intent.

Collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse!

With the sound of shackles breaking, the girl suddenly flipped herself up from the altar, like an elegant female leopard.

"bar--"

Before the hooded man could finish speaking, everything went blurry.

The girl rushed to him, cupping his head in her hands as if a lover were gently stroking it.

click,

Next second,
The immense force caused his vision to spin suddenly.

The last thing I remember is the girl who snatched the dagger, rushing into the crowd of believers like a gust of wind, and her fluttering red hair.

Damn it, this was supposed to be my divine favor.
Filled with deep resentment, the hooded man's head was twisted 360 degrees as he fell to the ground.

Too slow, too slow!
To Fiona, the red-haired girl who charged into the crowd, the actions of these cultists were like a movie in slow motion.

He tried to dodge in a comical manner and pulled out a weapon from his pocket.

However, in front of Fiona, who had exchanged for 'superpowers',
They're like lambs to the slaughter!

A single swipe of her dagger is enough to end a life; anyone who tries to draw a gun will be dealt with first by Fiona: her figure moves through the crowd like a ghost, followed by cultists clutching their necks and falling to the ground.

In just over ten seconds, a dozen cult members had fallen into pools of blood, left only with their last instinctive struggles.

"Such strong abilities,"

He raised the dagger to his eyes, and the blood on it flowed horizontally as if it were alive, finally seeping into Fiona's severed wrist.

The gleaming dagger reflected Fiona's pupils, which glowed with a faint red light.

Superpower Enhancement - Vampire LV1
This is the ability she obtained in the 'Nightmare Space': powerful dynamic vision and a certain ability to manipulate blood. Because it's only level 1, it doesn't have any other abilities, but Fiona is already very satisfied with it.

It was this ability that enabled her to fight back against these cultists.

but--

As the red light in her eyes faded, Fiona, feeling a wave of weakness, couldn't help but clutch her stomach.

Because she had exchanged for 'Vampire LV1 Enhancement', she only had enough points left to exchange for the most basic 'Spirituality LV1'; as a result, she felt weak all over after only a dozen seconds of using her vampire ability.

“You must eat,”

Thinking of this, the girl Fiona glanced at the blood spreading all over the ground and finally lay down.

Slurp, slurp, slurp~~
Young lady, why don't you go put on some clothes first?

On the wall behind the altar, Yu, who was invisible, rolled her eyes and glanced over the bare buttocks facing her.

Actually, you don't need to suck blood; you can just eat normally.

After all, the ability she gained was essentially the 'Blood Dragon Eye' rather than some kind of vampire enhancement.

Blood Dragon Eye is the bloodline limit of the Blood Pond clan in the Naruto world.

Like the Sharingan, it is known as the "hypnotic eye" and is extremely excellent in the field of genjutsu. The Blood Dragon Eye can turn humans into "human bombs." The Blood Pond Clan can also use the Blood Dragon Eye to unleash various ninjutsu using blood as a medium.

The origin of this eye should also be Indra, because its abilities and activation method are similar to the Sharingan, and it is said to be on par with the Sharingan.

Therefore, she was exiled to a dangerous place by the Uchiha clan, and eventually the entire clan was wiped out except for a little girl.

Hypnosis, blood control
The ability to impersonate a vampire couldn't be more suitable.

What? Create blood servants? Once the 'human bomb' ability is activated, won't they just become blood servants sent to their deaths?

No, how can you call it impersonation?
All the abilities in this world come from Yu. He says he's a vampire, so he is a vampire!
After all, even this 'nightmare space' was just a scene where he practiced his secret mountain techniques.

Once the number of 'veterans' increases, let them strengthen the Little Octopus Church, so that the large number of superhumans created by that 'Cthulhu' church won't just sit at home and rot.

While the world's attention was focused on the island nation, the little octopus's church was secretly expanding rapidly: wealthy businessmen, high-ranking officials, and military officers joined almost without hesitation when recruited by the extraordinary church.

For Americans, joining various organizations is a common occurrence.

As long as there are benefits, changing one's faith is not a consideration at all.

Since Yahweh didn't offer any gospel, they can't blame them for turning to Cthulhu.

(End of this chapter)