I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 544 The tired and weary gathered behind me.

Tuao,

The ten richest countries on this planet,
The fourth largest exporter of agricultural products and a major exporter of important mineral products, it is known as the "nation on the mining cart".
Coupled with its beautiful natural environment, pleasant climate, and high quality of life, it was once the most suitable country for immigration.

Unfortunately, the past is the past, and the present is the present.

After suffering several massive supernatural disasters, Australia can truly be described as a 'forsaken land'.

The wealthy fled in droves, and before the remaining ordinary people could escape, they were met with a 100-meter tsunami, a category 12 hurricane, and a magnitude 9 earthquake.
Most of Australia's cities are concentrated on the eastern coastline of the continent: Cairns, Markay, Bundaberg, Blissbourne, Fort Macquarie, and Sydney!

As one can imagine, in the face of unprecedented and extraordinary disasters, these coastal cities were instantly submerged by giant waves, torn apart by earthquakes, and swept away by hurricanes—at the same time taking away more than half of Australia's population.

Coupled with the large-scale exodus of the 'elite class',
Today, only a few million ordinary people remain on this continent, trapped in extreme chaos.

Melbourne, a southern city
Melbourne, like Tokyo, also has a huge bay.

As Australia's largest city, Melbourne is also located by the sea, but in the south of Australia, it avoids the direct impact of the aftermath of the battle between 'Heaven' and 'Father'.

The Mornington Peninsula and Geelong Island surround the city from both sides, almost completely protecting the entire Melbourne Harbour; such an excellent natural harbor is a true blessing from God: even in this extraordinary disaster, it still managed to protect the city.

Although it was also badly affected, it's still better than Sydney, where people have to go to feed the fish in the ocean.
In a way, the relationship between Melbourne and Sydney is like that between the island nations of Osaka and Tokyo, who have always been vying for the position of the power center; this has led the Australian government to have to build a brand new capital, 'Canberra', in the mountains between the two cities.

Canberra was destroyed by the dummy cannon, and Sydney went to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish;

Melbourne has finally achieved its wish and regained its status as the 'capital' from the Victorian era.

But today's Melbourne has neither the elegance of Victoria nor the title of "world's most livable city," it is just a place:
Violence, chaos, killing, and—

Corpse!

A series of 'people' are hanging from the shipping cranes at Prince's Wharf.

These people had their hands tied with ropes and were hanging in the air like fish; they looked like pirates from the last century who were hung on the dock to intimidate people.

However, these people were not pirates, nor were they all corpses.

There's at least one more—

"Hey, Sekus, are you still alive?"

Several 'police officers' holding bottles of liquor and wearing rumpled police uniforms staggered across the dock and looked up at one of the people hanging there.

"I"

With a hoarse voice, the figure slowly raised its head.

"Of course. Alive."

This is a young man, who looks to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. He has a standard Caucasian appearance with well-defined features and short blond hair, which proves that he is of the Baltic subspecies within the Caucasian race.

Today is the sixth day.

He had been hanging there for six days and six nights, and was almost dying from dehydration and hypothermia, but he managed to pull through.

"As agreed, release my sister."

Before the young man was hung up, he had already been severely beaten. If it weren't for his attachments and his strong will to live, he would have long since become a corpse drifting in the wind, just like those motionless 'people' next to him.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, that's it!"

The man holding the bottle looked up, his face full of mockery.

"We're here to inform you that your sentence will be extended by three days; if you're still alive after three days, we'll consider releasing your sister."

???

"you."

The young man, hanging in mid-air, glared angrily.

However, he had long since lost the power to resist, and even cursing required all his strength.

"Hahaha~~"

"Go for it, 'hero'!"

"Don't let us down, I've bet 5 grams of gold on you—"

These guys, their uniforms askew and constantly chugging drinks, made no attempt to hide their mockery of the young people: whether it was the arbitrarily extended 'sentence' or the 'sister' being held hostage. But what did it matter? Because in this city, their boss was now in charge!
"You can torture me all you want, but if you hurt my sister, I..."

"Oh, what do you want to do? What can you do?"

The 'police' below looked up again and laughed, finding pleasure in toying with these 'heroes'.

"Will they turn into evil spirits and bite us?"

"Hahaha, it's a pity the 'Undead Rift' disaster didn't spread to—?!"

The 'police officer' stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

砰、

The wine bottle slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces.

The liquor splashed onto his trouser leg, but the 'policeman' just stared blankly out of the dock.

Because of the sea outside the pier,
A refined man is 'moving' on the sea.

The reason for using 'moving' instead of adjectives like running or flying is that the man did not take any steps or have any wings; he simply stood on the sea, rapidly approaching the dock.

Behind him was a group of people swimming swiftly in the sea; people running on the surface of the water. Their inhuman speed proved everything:
"An extraordinary being?!"

so much?
The 'police officers' instantly felt their hands and feet go cold, and a warm sensation flowed down their pants.

Before their alcohol-induced brains could come up with a solution, the refined man had already arrived at the dock. A black current surged beneath his feet, carrying him soaring onto the dock.

brush,

With a flick of its two jet-black tentacles,
First, they cut the ropes binding the blond young man's hands, and then gently lowered him down.

"Are you police officers?"

The newcomer's gaze fell on several stunned men in wrinkled police uniforms.

"What crime did he commit?"

"Ah, him. He."

Several 'police officers' instinctively opened their mouths, but their minds were either blank or they dared not speak.

"Resist tyranny, sir."

The blond young man, who had been put down, looked up at the person who had saved him.

"This city has been taken over by a superhuman, and he and his men are burning, killing, looting, and trying to enslave everyone. That's me."

Young people who couldn't stand it any longer, along with other citizens who still had passion and a sense of justice, tried to resist the tyranny of the superhumans. However, armed only with pistols and rifles, they ultimately failed against the D-class superhumans and their followers.

He was not afraid of death.

but--

"My sister has fallen into their hands."

"Sir, Mr. Luigi, please save her!"

The blond young man had already recognized his savior: this elegant man who dressed his prison uniform like a designer haute couture piece was a 'famous' figure in the American news, who had even overshadowed the news of the president's assassination attempt.

splash,

"Hmph, how dare you address the Lord by his name?!"

From the sea, a burly man emerged like a sailfish: unlike Luigi, this man was dressed as a 'standard' prisoner, with a face full of scars, glaring angrily, and his prison uniform bulging high.

"Lord, do you require me to interrogate these fallen ones?"

Another middle-aged man, dressed in a priest's robe, who had come flying from the sea, landed on the other side and knelt down on one knee before Luigi.

?

"Lord! Please have mercy on me—"

The blond young man reacted quickly, immediately struggling to kneel or rather, fall forward.

thud,

His head slammed heavily onto the ground.
This gesture caused the eyes of the extraordinary prisoners who subsequently landed to flicker.

This guy was born to join them.

"Labergen, treat him."

Luigi gave the order,
While his 'potential burst' can certainly unleash greater power, it is essentially squeezing out potential: in this blond young man's current state, if he were to unleash his 'potential burst', he would probably be sent to heaven on the spot.

"Robbie, come here for a second."

“Okay—” A prisoner walked over and placed his hand on the blond young man’s back.

As the five fingers wriggled, they transformed into slippery tentacles that spread from the young man's shoulders to his limbs. Soon, they adhered to his back, and at the same time, a small tentacle rose up and suddenly pierced into the young man's neck.

"This is."

The next second, the young man, who originally didn't even have the strength to stand up, actually managed to get up unsteadily.

"Organ parasitism,"

The prisoner known as 'Robbie'

After moving my hand around, it returned to its original five-fingered state.

"This is the ability to control others, but I've transferred the 'permissions' to you."

In this way, the commands that the young man sends to his hands and feet are transferred to this 'parasitic organ' and take over his hands and feet.
It's roughly equivalent to a 'superhuman exoskeleton'.

"Thanks,"

With the help of the tentacles attached to his body, the blond young man finally regained his mobility.

“My name is Secus, a local from Melbourne; feel free to ask me if you have any questions about the city.”

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.

A few minutes later,

A few blocks from Princes Wharf, there is a towering church.

St. Paul's Cathedral!

This is a classic Gothic retro building constructed from precious bluestone; its three towering spires resemble swords, and beneath its seemingly rustic exterior lies a magnificent and opulent facade, making it a landmark of Melbourne.

But now, this place is occupied by an extraordinary individual.

Inside the solemn and dignified church, a debauched revelry took place: burly men in ill-fitting suits and robes, their chests exposed, ate and drank heartily, like a group of savages.

But the guns they carried and the weapons beside them were the true 'hard currency' of this era.

At least the young maids crawling on the ground only showed fear and fawning on their faces.

"Hahahaha~~"

Beneath the massive cross, instead of a pulpit, stands a luxurious throne.

The man sitting on it was unusually fat and tall, his body covered in hair like that of an unevolved ape; he tilted his head back and chugged a bottle of strong liquor while casually grabbing a terrified girl and 'playing with' her.

Given his enormous size, it is indeed something to 'play with'.

The burly men who were eating and drinking only glanced at it before paying no further attention.

Given the boss's size, that girl is doomed.

"save"

"Stop shouting,"

With a casual grasp, the girl's mournful cry was stifled.

"Who can save you here, Yahweh?"

He was the leader of this armed force, a Wolf-level, or D-level, superhuman. Unlike those superhumans who ran off to other countries early on, he stayed behind, intending to build this place into his own kingdom.

A kingdom of unbridled tyranny!
Thump,

The moment the obese man finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

???

The once unrestrained church fell silent as the numerous armed men turned to look towards the entrance: Who dared to disturb their enjoyment?
踏、

A refined young man stepped into the church.

He wore an orange-red prison uniform, yet it did not diminish his imposing presence in the slightest; he calmly strode forward despite the malicious gazes around him.

Step, step, step.

In the deathly silent church, the young man walked forward with an inexplicable aura that made the burly men carrying weapons on the ground dare not move at all; they even took the initiative to step back and make way for him.

For a moment, it was as if Moses had parted the seas, and the young man walked straight to the throne.

Luigi looked up and stared directly at the girl whose face was contorted in pain as the obese man gripped her.

"Is extraordinary power only meant to oppress one's own kind?"

The obese man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"nonsense--"

What's the point of power if it's not used to extract everything you want?

Luigi shook his head slightly upon hearing the obese man's answer.

"Those who have worldly possessions, seeing their brothers in need, yet suppress their compassion."

"kill him!"

The obese man couldn't be bothered to listen to this inexplicable guy's nonsense, so he raised his carrot-thick index finger and pointed it at Luigi.

The other armed men, as if waking from a dream, all pulled out their guns.

"They are all demons."

Bang!
splash,

Wow! !

As Luigi uttered the word 'devil,' a series of shattering sounds echoed around them.

The stained-glass windows around the church shattered, and figures burst through! Compared to these bloodthirsty, superhuman prisoners with all sorts of bizarre organs, the armed giants in the hall who were caught off guard were just chicks in the claws of an eagle.

"what!"

"monster--"

"Spare your life, spare your life"

A fierce battle, or rather a one-sided massacre, suddenly erupted in the church, unleashing a bloodbath!
???

"you--"

He instinctively tried to get up, but found himself unable to move. The obese man was shocked to discover that his limbs were wrapped by dark 'tentacles'.

"Who is it?"

"Are you here to replace me?!"

Amid the obese man's questioning, a blond young man stumbled into the hall, crossing the chaotic battlefield.

"Damn it, where's my sister?!"

?

"Who is your sister? Wait, that blonde hair... I remember you."

The obese man bound to the 'throne' was taken aback, then recognized the guy who dared to defy him.

Subconsciously, his gaze drifted to a door behind him.

Upon seeing this, the young man named Sekus immediately rushed over and forcefully pushed open the door—

The next second, he stopped in his tracks.

His sky-blue pupils trembled violently!

The obese man's disgusting, maniacal laughter rang in my ears:

"Hahaha, that blonde girl tasted good, but I've already had my way with her—ah!!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save your sister."

A few seconds later, a hand landed on the shoulder of the distraught Sycus.

Passing the pitiful man standing at the door, Luigi's gaze swept across the room: dozens of torn young women's corpses were scattered all over the place!

"This world shouldn't be like this."

“I’m going to change all of this—Sycus, come help me.”

(End of this chapter)