I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 540 Endless Extraordinary
Tokyo,

New Bunkyo District,

The Principal's Office, a high school specializing in sorcery.

"Great, the other experiment was also a success."

Yu, who spends most of her time either at home or in the office, rests her chin on her hand and looks at the image in the mirror.

With his level of strength, all extraordinary movements on the entire planet are under his control, and whether he goes out or not has no impact whatsoever: if all else fails, he can always use his clones.

In a sense, Yu and Sora are both homebodies—except that they can be very decisive and swift in their actions if necessary.

Just like now, Qiong Mei is fighting the Flame Lord on Sun Island.

And the 'blasphemous tablet' in Luigi's mind
This is another experimental project of Yu's.

Chakra preservation and transfer.

When a ninja dies, a portion of their chakra is taken away by their soul. Powerful ninjas can even continue fighting solely with their soul.

For example, the seals of the Crown Prince's parents, Gaara's "Mazakura," and even the Six Paths Elder, can be considered as the chakra soul state after the physical body perishes.

Ultimately, chakra is a product of the balanced mixing of spiritual energy and physical energy, and spiritual energy originates from the soul; therefore, even after a strong person dies, they can still linger for a long time solely based on the power of their soul.

However, the part that belongs to the body is easily reduced to ashes upon death.

Unless it's a freak like the First Hokage, whose cells are so powerful they're like a panacea, and everyone who uses them praises them, most strong people's bodies will eventually dissipate after they die.

So, is it possible to collect and condense the chakra of the body after death, so as not to cause 'waste'?

With Yu's current strength, such an attempt is not difficult.

To this end, he developed a sealing technique that can strip, preserve, and condense the chakra within the bodies of extraordinary beings who die within a short period of time.

This condensation of chakra can be ingested by another being, thereby gaining their original power.

Of course, this method is undoubtedly a 'heretical' approach.

The various aftereffects are numerous.

But would those prisoners refuse?
Not to mention them, any ordinary person in this world would flock to it given the chance.

cost?

You have to give something to get something.

They don't even have this much awareness? Do they really think the Extraordinary Era is a fairy tale?

"Come on, eat them."

Yu smiled slightly as she looked at the prisoner in the mirror who had eagerly swallowed the 'extraordinary characteristic' in one gulp.

“You will all be kings.”

To become an extraordinary being in this way
Even after death, 'extraordinary characteristics' will be released.

This solves the biggest problem with the Yushou skill: the loss of superhumans!

Faced with a rare object that could instantly grant extraordinary power, who would be willing to destroy it?
will not!

Even if you don't need it,

Wouldn't it be wonderful to give your friends and family a gift that instantly transcends the limits of ordinary people?

However, becoming extraordinary in this way also makes one a 'walking superhuman potion' in the eyes of others, making conflict inevitable.

In this way, both the frequency of battles and the number of superhumans can be maintained at a considerable level.

Not bad, not bad~~
Yuu couldn't help but feel satisfied with her own 'setting'.
Those ordinary prisoners would surely be very satisfied to be able to instantly become superhumans.

This boundless transcendence is no longer a win-win situation; it's like Qin Shi Huang touching an electric shock valve—

What a win!
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"Ahhhhh!!!"

In the ruins on the outskirts of the twisted city of R'lyeh,
The prisoner, whom someone thought had "won big," was screaming and rolling around on the ground in agony.

"What's wrong with Boss Labergen?"

As the previously scholarly prisoner rolled around, his body writhing like clay, his limbs stretching and contracting, his facial features appearing and disappearing, the other prisoners, though they couldn't understand what was happening, all hid behind Luigi.

Lubergen is the name of the prisoner on the ground who consumed the extraordinary properties of the 'Faceless Monster'.

Unlike Audero, after consuming the extraordinary properties, he immediately screamed and struggled, his mind and body suffering a tremendous impact.

"It was my fault."

Luigi sighed.
"I didn't expect this 'extraordinary characteristic' to have such a huge impact."

The Deep Ones are only D-level extraordinary beings, while the Faceless Ones are C-level: the higher the starting point, the greater the backlash.

As he spoke, the refined young man squatted down and placed his palm over the prisoner Labergen's constantly distorted and twisted facial features.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or dreadful of them, for I am with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you."

This is his ability, 'Potential Burst,' which can unleash the potential of his teammates; however, after it ends, he will fall into a weakened state for up to half an hour. Whenever he encounters a battle, he uses this to unleash the potential of several prisoners, not expecting them to fight, but at least to run faster when escaping.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

As Luigi activated his ability, the 'clay man' rolling around on the ground finally stabilized.

"My Lord, is it you?"

As the excruciating pain, both physical and spiritual, gradually subsided, Labergen on the ground slowly regained his senses and, in a daze, saw an incomparably holy figure looking down at him.

"I want to thank you, for you are inherently good, and your loving-kindness will last forever!"

Again?

The other prisoners were speechless.

You weren't a priest before, were you?
"Labergen, it's me."

Luigi helped the other person up from the ground and corrected him.

“I am Luigi, not ‘Lord’.”

"No, you are my Lord!"

After blinking, Labogen, now fully awake, was initially stunned, but then a look of determination and fervor appeared on his face.

“I have sworn an oath to follow you forever, just as the twelve disciples followed the One.”

?

"Yes, yes, me too!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"I also."

The prisoners hiding nearby also realized what was happening.

They all stepped forward and knelt on one knee, expressing their loyalty while making the sign of the cross, vying to be the first to do so.

"Everyone, get up."

The encounter with that 'filial piety' and the 'Faceless Monster' infiltrating the party served as a wake-up call for Luigi.

Their current situation is far from safe; both the monsters in this city and the veteran superhumans could easily crush them. Therefore:
“I will give you strength, but you must promise not to use this strength for evil.”

"no problem!!"

"Boss, you name who we'll kill, and we'll kill them!"

"Shut up! What boss? Old Luigi is our 'master'!"

"Yes, yes, it was my fault, I repent."

Raise your hand and slap yourself; the prisoner who called you "boss" immediately changes his tune.

"Lord, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

"you--"

Such a chaotic scene made even the refined Luigi look up at the sky.

Fine, since we've already decided to share the 'power' with them, then we'll bear the consequences of their future sins.

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on the South Pacific waters,
Several carrier strike groups were patrolling the area, intercepting ships and aircraft from all other countries at a distance. There was no doubt that these fleets belonged to America.

At its peak, the United States possessed a fleet of 11 nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, more than 300 destroyers, cruisers, and amphibious assault ships of various types, and over 60 naval personnel. Even after several extraordinary wars and the "separation" of the United States, it was still able to overwhelm other countries.

Unfortunately, most countries can't even muster a single aircraft carrier battle group.

Besides, this is the city where the 'Father of the Sea' sleeps. Apart from the 'Holy Church' of America and some secret organizations that are not afraid of death, who would want to come to such a place?

Why not go to 'Sun Island' in the north and fight the 'fire creatures' in real combat?

"Damn it, I've been sent to this sea area!"

On a command ship, a middle-aged officer couldn't help but curse out loud.

"I still have a month of vacation left."

"Stop complaining, buddy."

Another officer next to him placed his boots on the control panel and lit a cigar.

"In this day and age, where are you planning to go on vacation? Hawaii? Orlando? Or Miami Beach—"

Hawaii, needless to say, was just swept by the 'sun god's incarnation from the island nation and is now a barren, scorched island. The famous Pearl Harbor is now just a pile of molten steel skeletons, barely resembling a 'military port'.

Orlando, Florida, has Disney World, Universal Studios, as well as Miami Beach and Key West.
Unfortunately, due to its proximity to the Gulf of Mexico, that area has become a major smuggling hotspot.

What are you smuggling?
Various 'experimental materials', superhuman flesh and blood, and even more potent and terrifying 'painkillers'.

In short, it's definitely not a good time for a vacation.

By the way, it was recently renamed 'America Gulf'.
"Be content. It's already good enough that you weren't sent to the USS."

“You’re right, buddy.”

The complaining officer thought about it and realized that it made sense.

At least he doesn't need to go to the front lines; he can simply monitor everything on the USS amphibious assault ship from the rear via a monitor.

Indeed, the numerous screens in front of the two officers were displaying images and sounds transmitted from hundreds of cameras on the ship closest to the chaotic city of R'lyeh.

In these images, dozens of staff members aboard the amphibious assault ship are busy performing their respective duties: directing the landing prisoners to advance deeper into the city, while simultaneously transmitting various information back, including numerous supernatural entities, the city's movement patterns, and various bizarre changes.
However, on this amphibious assault ship named after America, whose full name is 'USS America Amphibious Assault Ship', the situation is completely the opposite!

On the monitors in the control room, splattered blood smeared across numerous screens; on the red and white screens, scenes of fierce battles unfolded everywhere.

A group of agile, strong men dressed in prison uniforms were running around the ship's cabins, strangling the researchers.

Both were extraordinary individuals, but one was consumed by rage, while the other was a frail and scholarly clerk.

One side infiltrates and launches an attack, while the other is caught off guard.

The ending was already determined.

"Why?"

The researcher, who was being choked and lifted up, kicked his legs in vain; he tried to pry open the other person's thick arms, but was cut by scales.

Hey! Are you kidding me, buddy?

As for his questioning, it only made the prisoner named 'Audero' no, the current superhuman, sneer.

"They dumped us on this island and hid behind a screen to watch us struggle and die—"

"And now, you still have the nerve to ask me?"

If it weren't for the boss being in the wrong, or if the 'master' had given the order, he would have already snapped this guy's neck.

"But you guys are really weak, so weak that I doubt if you're really superhumans?"

Even though these 'holy clergy' members had undergone 'baptism' and drunk the magic potion to become extraordinary, they had almost no practical combat experience and no strong mentality. When suddenly attacked, their defeat could only be described as a complete rout.

Luigi had hacked into the amphibious assault ship's communication system, changing the monitoring footage to loop continuously.

This wasn't because his hacking skills were extraordinary; it was simply because Lubergan, who was the first to infiltrate, disguised himself as a staff member and easily obtained the ship's system password.

Internal problems are always the reason most computer systems are hacked.

"Something's wrong, Audero!"

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed to the cabin door.

"Why are you panicking?"

Dissatisfied, Audero turned around and looked at the person who had come.

"There's only a bunch of weaklings on this ship, what could possibly go wrong?"

After Luigi, the "Lord," bestowed upon them a great many "supernatural abilities," they, along with the prisoners later gathered in the city, all became superhumans!
Audero even consumed a second dose of 'Extraordinary Ability,' the power from the leader of the 'Deep Ones,' instantly boosting him to D+ level, equivalent to the Strong Wolf level in Japan. While his skills were lacking, his strength and extraordinary abilities were undeniable.

The other prisoners also received various 'gifts', so killing the 'Church' members on the ship and seizing the vessel shouldn't be a problem.

One of our people died.

?

"Making a fuss over one death? Are you a little girl who just came out of kindergarten?"

Audero was even more dissatisfied. So far, the infiltration and seizure of the ship had gone smoothly; only one person had died, yet he was so flustered?
Not up to the task!

"No, Audero; you see for yourself."

? ?
The prisoner's hesitant words puzzled Audero.

It's just that someone died, so what—

"watt?!"

When Audero arrived at the location of his 'comrade's' death, he couldn't help but let out a strange scream.

A circle of superhuman prisoners had already surrounded the area. The unfortunate man on the ground was lying next to a superhuman in military uniform. Judging from the bloodstains and wounds, they had clearly died together.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is:

Above the prisoner floated a piece of parchment.

No, this is not sheepskin, but the skin of some unknown creature: the writing on it is constantly twisting, writhing, and outlining the shape of eyes.

This 'parchment', no bigger than the palm of a hand, floated quietly above the prisoner's corpse, leaving the arriving prisoners speechless.

In fact, they all recognized the parchment.

It was during this unfortunate man's 'blessing ceremony'—by consuming this 'parcel'—that he gained extraordinary powers.

"The Lord has come!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way—"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, a group of people arrived at the scene.

?

Luigi glanced at the parchment above the corpse and sighed inwardly.

It still happened.

The 'blasphemous tablet' in his mind told him,

When a superhuman who has taken 'superhuman traits' dies, their traits will be released.

Now it seems that the knowledge recorded on this stone tablet was indeed completely transparent, except that:

His gaze swept across the faces of the many prisoners, revealing expressions of bewilderment, contemplation, hesitation, fear, and even... secret delight!

The quick-thinking prisoners had already vaguely guessed the truth: this was something Luigi didn't want them to face. After learning that their companions were mobile 'supernatural abilities,' how many of them could remain without harboring any ill intentions?
Luigi is a good man, but he's not stupid.

It's best, and should never, happen to test human nature.

Unfortunately, the scene before us already speaks volumes, so—

"Evan fought to the last moment; he was a true warrior. May his soul rest in peace."

As the prisoners made way, Luigi stepped forward and picked up the 'parcel' floating on the prisoner's body.

"These are the extraordinary qualities he left behind. Those who are on the same path as him and are willing to carry on his ideals can come to me."

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