I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 132 Becoming Stronger
"So eating can replenish spiritual energy? I've never even tried that before."

After devouring twenty pizzas in her rented room, the red-haired girl Fiona rubbed her stomach, still bothered by the pool of blood she had drunk earlier.

"The abilities obtained from the Nightmare Space have had their drawbacks eliminated."

"So, being able to feed on blood is a drawback?"

Thinking of this,

The girl picked up a silver cross.

Sure enough, there was no discomfort. Well, if I had to say, I felt a little uncomfortable inside?
After all, Yahweh is the "Lord" that the entire Western civilization has worshipped for thousands of years. Now that the girl has suddenly become a "vampire," it's inevitable that she feels a little uneasy.

"I was forced into this situation; God will surely forgive me. By the way..."

She even gave herself the code name 'Priestess' because she subconsciously used the identity of the cult leader after she had just 'killed' him.

But in the extraordinary world, perhaps I should also try to 'play' this role?
Now that she's become a vampire, her 'master' probably doesn't want her anymore.

So, the priest who calls himself 'Nightmare Space'?

Okay, let's do it.

Then--

After looking around the room and packing up all her personal belongings, Fiona dragged her large suitcase out the door and left.

I definitely can't stay here anymore. If the police come knocking, I'll be sent to the lab.

As for where to go next? It doesn't matter to Fiona.

No matter how big America is, is there a place she can't go?
Having extraordinary power is the source of confidence!

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.

Splash,

The water flowed down, gliding over his strong body.

When Detective Mike stepped out of the bathroom and faced his back in the mirror, he could clearly see the gunshot wound and the black 'virus' wriggling inside.

"It will take some time for the wound to heal."

It's already a miracle that the LV1-level 'Blacklight Virus Enhancement' was able to save his life.

In that 'nightmare space', Agent Mike directed the others to set traps, and finally relied on a dust and natural gas explosion to injure the 'werewolf' and gain a lot of points.

However, his physical body was on the verge of death, and he could only save his life by exchanging for this expensive ability.

His combat power barely improved, and the later-developed abilities like 'Virus Outbreak,' 'Virus Tentacles,' 'Virus Mimicry,' and even the terrifying 'Virus Parasitism' that could strip others of their superpowers and use their lifespan for his own use—the string of zeros at the end made him reluctantly look away; he simply couldn't afford to exchange for them.

click,

He picked up the classic Glock 19 from the table. With this weapon, he could at least deal with the vast majority of ordinary people.

As for superpowers, wait until the next game in a week; you must go all out to get more points!
And now:

Mike picked up the tools on the table and began to 'do his job' on his face.

A special solvent was injected into both cheeks, causing his square face to visibly 'puff up' and become softer lines;

Two grayish-brown contact lenses were attached to his corneas, obscuring his bright green pupils;
Then there was the thick beard, and a pair of non-prescription glasses with plastic frames.

Finally, after ruffling his hair, a disheveled, bearded IT guy with lifeless eyes, chubby cheeks, and an unkempt appearance appeared in the mirror.

"not enough,"

He stretched his head forward, shrugged his shoulders, and bowed slightly.

With the plaid shirt she's wearing and a mug in hand, she'd be absolutely perfect.

Even if 'Compton', burned to ashes, were to return to the world, he wouldn't recognize his partner.

"This is the only way for now."

After all, it's just a disguise, and it's still different from the real thing.

Only after obtaining the 'virus disguise' can he truly be completely flawless: that will be the beginning of his infiltration and investigation.

Now?

Of course, hide!

The statement that two FBI agents are missing is incorrect; it means one FBI agent died and the other is missing.

This is an extremely serious matter, especially since his "boss" and "bureau chief" are both on the other side's side. If he dares to launch an investigation now, he's walking right into a trap!
As a veteran agent, he knew all too well that the FBI was a behemoth that could not be moved by just one or two people.

Fortunately, he now possesses extraordinary power.

He touched his chest and found that a large amount of black, thread-like 'Blacklight Virus' had replaced his damaged heart and lungs, providing him with a continuous source of power.

Click,
Open the door,
After tidying everything up,
He already looks like an AI male who has neglected exercise.

Agent Mike walked out of the hotel and disappeared into the night.

---

"It's almost dawn,"

Sitting atop the spire of the Empire State Building, Yu's shadow clone stretched.

A crimson sunset appeared in the distance, and no matter what joys or sorrows people experienced, the sun still rose every day as usual. Yu's shadow clone was waiting here, not for the beauty to masturbate, but to await another shadow clone.

"Here I come~~"

A crow flew over, landed, and transformed into another You.

"Is there anything you need to explain?"

"Yes, I played two rounds of 'Nightmare Game' last night and granted two offline abilities."

"learn,"

With just a slight sense, the newly arrived shadow clone knew the situation.

"A faint Blood Dragon Eye Bloodline Limit, and a small amount of Earth Grudge Yu modification."

They were all "one of us." After the two shadow clones finished the handover, the first shadow clone raised his index and middle fingers.

"untie,"

Thump,

He disappeared in a puff of smoke.

All her previous memories and insights from cultivation instantly returned to the other side of the planet, to Yu's original body.

"Forehead"

Having suddenly absorbed a whole day's worth of memories and cultivation insights, You, lying on the bed, couldn't help but frown.

"what happened?"

The girl sleeping beside him sat up and looked at her brother, who had his eyes closed.

"I'm feeling a bit tired from cultivation."

?

If it were someone else, they certainly wouldn't believe it when they heard about 'cultivating oneself through sleep'.

But what Qiong said:

"Let me rub it for you,"

Her slender hands gently massaged between You's brows, smoothing out the unevenness.

Then, moving downwards, the massage began on the shoulders: the pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, allowing You, who was enjoying the massage with her eyes closed, to gradually calm down and breathe more evenly.

She didn't even notice the ripples of light peeking through the neckline of her pajamas, which were so close at hand.

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.

"Master, I did it again!"

The next day, You, who had just gotten up, went downstairs to the second floor.

Then I saw Yuluo, who was cooking, turn around and excitedly raise her left hand.

?

"good,"

Whether it's raising summoned beasts or fusing with shikigami using the 'Oni-Garaku' technique.

Yura possesses remarkable talent and has successfully cultivated a second summoning beast, which she has then fused with.

"Yuluo, are you cooking while wearing toy gloves?"

Qiong Mei, rubbing her eyes, also came out of the room. She glanced at her brother's apprentice and was immediately drawn to her left hand.

On the left hand of the second-year junior high school girl, there was a huge, hairy claw.

Like those cute 'big cat paws' used to make people look cute.

"Sister Qiong, this isn't a toy, it's my second shikigami, 'Greedy Wolf'."

The girl waved her hand triumphantly, and the next second, as if she hadn't mastered it, her left hand began to swell, with other limbs constantly emerging from a 'claw'.

With a well-proportioned body reaching two meters in length, and long, powerful limbs; a pointed head and jaw, a long face, a prominent nose, pointed and erect ears, and a split mouth revealing two rows of sharp teeth, it is indeed a majestic gray giant wolf.

However—the sudden appearance of this creature made Yu's kitchen instantly crowded.

"Oops~"

"Watch out, Greedy Wolf!" A clatter of pots and pans followed.
The living room door opened, and the huge gray wolf was kicked out of the door.

"Ahem, I'll redo it."

The girl clapped her hands sheepishly, having ruined breakfast in an attempt to 'show off' to her chef.

"It's alright, it's just a few wolf hairs."

Yu casually waved his hand; with his current strength, he could digest even steel!
"Let me help."

After giving You a disapproving look, Qiong also went into the kitchen.

Although she is someone who eats snacks every day, her attitude towards food cleanliness and hygiene is at the level of "out of sight, out of mind".

But she's exceptionally picky about what Yu eats. As a girl, cooking skills are definitely a must!
"Are you going to the Wakayama dungeon/battlefield after school?"

"I!"

Hua Kaiyuan Youluo raised her arm to answer the question.
"I'm going to test the strength of 'Greedy Wolf': Unlike Lian Zhen, Greedy Wolf has the ability to fight independently."

Yura's first summoned beast was a goldfish, which only had the ability of "Water Severing Wave". Although it wouldn't suffocate when summoned, it could only flounder on the ground and had no ability to fight independently: unless the battlefield was in water.

The gray giant wolf, which she called 'Greedy Wolf,' was clearly different. It was obviously a master of land warfare and naturally wouldn't have any issues with 'acclimatization.'

"Then I'll go too."

Qiong Mei also replied, "Of course, we'll go on a spring outing."

“Even spiritual practice requires a balance of work and rest, so go to school first.”

The three pushed open the door and saw the pitiful gray giant wolf.

"Let's go, Greedy Wolf."

Not far away, class president Nao was smiling and waving.

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.

While the four of them were at school, the other extraordinary beings didn't have such a leisurely time.

"The art of swamps!"

With his long, flowing hair and freckled face, Kaoru Igarashi pointed forward with his index and middle fingers together.

The ground ahead suddenly became soft and moist, like a swamp.

"Roar~~~?!"

The chimera that stepped into the 'swamp' immediately sank in uncontrollably: it wasn't just turning into mud; there was also a suction force pulling the behemoth downwards.

"ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss~~"

In the sky, another synthetic beast, formed by connecting more than a dozen 'Biya' end to end and merging into the shape of a 'centipede', roared and flapped more than a dozen pairs of wings, swooping down at a terrifying speed towards Kaoru Igarashi.

"The body-holding technique!"

However, Kaoru Igarashi, the older sister, had already swiftly blocked her brother's path with her hands clasped together in a mudra.

With her eyes fixed on the charging synthetic beast, she activated her 'Yin-Yang Technique', and the monster immediately froze, lost in a daze.

brush----

Next second,
The out-of-control, slender body of the flying chimera swept over the two of them and slammed heavily onto the ground beside them.

Before the flying chimera could even take off, a group of members of the 'Isoya Family' wearing exoskeleton armor rushed up, their guns spitting out a barrage of bullets, leaving the chimera, which was not defensively specialized but rather flight-oriented, riddled with holes and unable to fight.

"Thank you for your hard work, both patriarchs."

Government personnel immediately offered hot towels.
"If it weren't for your esteemed family, we wouldn't have been able to take down these synthetic beasts without suffering any damage."

It's hard.

The Metropolitan Police Department also has many superhumans, but the government is responsible for the entire land defense line. A dozen or so superhumans scattered along this line are simply not enough.

As for 'artificial superhumans', while they have no problem fighting demons, they will need the cooperation of the army when facing synthetic beasts.

The number of "Level 3 Extraordinary Potions" produced using these "monsters" as raw materials is considerable, and their effects are significant.
But it is even weaker.

It can only barely break the limits of human capabilities.
Although he could be considered a 'king of soldiers', that alone was not enough to dominate this battlefield.

such as:

In a valley.

Pfft

The alloy samurai sword slashed forward, tearing half of a demon's wing apart.

"Nisunai——!"

With a roar, the young samurai strode forward, his katana plunging down viciously, piercing through the enormous, unbalanced eyeball.

"Huh~~Huh~~~"

The young man, covered in liquid, drew a samurai sword made of a special alloy and gripped it with both hands.

His body was covered in the amber-colored fluid of the demons, as well as bright red marks: a mere 'Level 3 Extraordinary Potion' was not enough to turn him into someone who could slaughter demons at will.

"Damn it,"

I don't even know who they're cursing.

The young man, dressed in traditional samurai attire, held his katana horizontally, in the starting stance of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu style, "Tengu Shou Oku".

"come!!"

With a roar, he charged towards the demons.

The battlefield is the best place to train people. After being tempered in iron and fire, the once spoiled young master of the Yagyu family has shed his weakness and confusion, leaving only ferocity and killing intent.

If you don't kill, you'll be killed!

Now is not the time to talk about the "living sword" concept.
All he had to do was wield his sword and kill the enemy until there was no one else moving in front of him.

Or—torn to pieces.

"Roar!!"

With a roar, a chimera charged from behind the hillside, causing the young warrior's pupils to contract sharply.

How could this be here?
Bang!
Faced with a chimera two 'levels' higher than himself, the young samurai didn't even have time to dodge before being knocked away.

After rolling around on the ground a dozen times in a disheveled manner, the young man, supporting himself with his arms, lowered his head.

Where is my knife?
A glance around revealed the alloy samurai sword lying in front of me.

Pick it up! A samurai can't abandon his sword!

No, it was his father's cold voice echoing in his ears and mind. The young man instinctively lunged forward, but:

Bang!
A massive foot, twisted from internal organs, fell.
The heavy step on the samurai sword chilled the lunging youth to the bone, leaving him frozen in place.

Hiss hiss,

The chimera that stepped on the katana let out a mocking sound, showing that it had a certain level of intelligence, which allowed it to "trick" its prey, but also cost it the opportunity to kill its opponent in the first place.

"Om—"

A soft shout rang out, followed even faster by a golden, phantom fist.

Bang!
A giant phantom fist struck from the side, blasting the chimera away.

It's like a stone thrown by a catapult: except that the stone begins to collapse and disintegrate in mid-air.

"Amitabha,"

Amidst the chanting of Buddhist prayers, a monk slowly approached.

Behind him was a fleeting golden fist: it wasn't that he lacked strength, but rather that his mastery of the 'Acala Statue' allowed him to materialize only one arm.

Although this method does not possess the same majestic and awe-inspiring presence as the fully unfolded 'Acala' statue, it significantly conserves magical energy.

“If you are alright, then this humble monk will take his leave.”

"Thank you, monk."

Picking up his sword, the young samurai casually thanked the other man, which made him pause in his tracks.

"you do not know me?"

Faced with the monk's question, the young warrior scratched his head.

Why should I get to know you?

Ever since his father's "drastic change," he has been forced to practice swordsmanship every day until he is exhausted and faints.

Upon arriving at this battlefield, they were even required to take up knives and fight the 'monsters'.

They don't even care about other people or things; they fight with all their might just to survive.

"This humble monk Zhixiong,"

The monk, who was about to leave, clasped his hands together in prayer.
"May I ask your honorable name, benefactor?"

"Isamu Yagyu,"

The young samurai extended his right hand, then awkwardly lowered it.

"Ahem, thank you for saving me, Master."

(End of this chapter)