I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 545 The Tide of the Times

"Lord, what is this?"

"This is an 'extraordinary characteristic'."

Luigi handed the beating heart in his hand to the blond young man; the heart belonged to the obese leader of the armed thugs.

Despite being a tall, obese, inhumanly strong man, his heart, formed from concentrated power, was only the size of a ping-pong ball, with illusory flames constantly emerging as it contracted.

Despite being defeated in one move, he was still a D+ level superhuman; however, facing Luigi and the shadow 'Tyler', he was killed before he even had a chance to show his abilities.

"Eat it and you will gain extraordinary power."

As the blond youth's pupils contracted, Luigi continued speaking.

“Sekus, I hope you can use this power to help others and prevent more tragedies from happening—are you willing?”

"I am willing!"

Kneeling on one knee, the young man relied on the tentacles behind him to lift his necrotic arm.

"Lord,"

I will follow you forever;

"In this arid, barren, and waterless land, I thirst for you; my heart longs for you!"

Luigi has explained the title 'Lord' countless times.

"I'm just a human being,"

Luigi handed the heart to the other person and gave him another instruction.

"I hope you remember the vow you made at this moment, and that you will not be blinded by power in the future."

"Yes!"

The blond youth's expression changed as he swallowed the heart in one gulp.

Woo~
Clenching his teeth,

A violent, extraordinary power surged within him, savagely transforming his body!

Unlike those who train step by step and naturally generate chakra, this is even more dangerous than taking 'supernatural drugs': supernatural drugs start at E-level, which is equivalent to dog-level; but this heart contains D+ level power.

Even though Luigi made him into having 'superhuman traits',
Taking it is still a gamble with huge risks!

Especially this blond young man named 'Sekus', whose body had already reached its limit.

puff,

The skin on his chest ripped open, but not much blood flowed out.

collapse,

The muscles in the arm that had been contracting snapped and curled back as if they had a mind of their own.

His pupils began to congest, his ears filled with chaotic noise, and everything before Sekus's eyes was distorted and out of shape. Under normal circumstances, he should have been able to withstand this impact; but now, his body was on the verge of collapse, and the chance of 'losing control' was infinitely increased.

On the other hand, being suspended for six days resulted in obstructed blood circulation, nerve damage, muscle necrosis, and joint dislocation.
If you can't become a superhuman, it's perfectly normal to collapse and die suddenly the next second.

'elder brother,'

In a daze, a blonde girl smiled and reached out her hand to Sekus.

'Hurry up and keep up~~'

younger sister?

In a daze, Sekus was led forward by the other party, his eyes scanning left and right.

The street was straight, lined with blooming flowers, and a huge fountain stood at the front.
Is this Canberra?

I remember now. Every year, he and his sister would come here for a trip, and those were their happiest times. Since their parents divorced, this was the only time they could be together.

Snapped,

The blond young man stopped in his tracks.
This made the girl in front of her stop in her tracks, puzzled.

'What's wrong? ’

Sekus took a deep breath as he faced the face that haunted his dreams.

"sorry,"

Ahead lay a vibrant, flower-filled 'garden city'; before him stood the girl, his beloved younger sister. But—

Canberra has been destroyed by the 'Virtual Dog Cannon'; my sister is also dead.

"I can no longer accompany you on the road ahead."

The young man turned around,
Behind him were corpses, bones, and filthy blood!

"I want to go back to 'hell'."

'elder brother,'

A gentle call came from behind, but the young man gritted his teeth and continued walking into the pile of corpses.

'Take care of yourself.'

open eyes!
What came into view was Luigi's concerned face.

"Very good,"

Luigi withdrew his hand from the other's shoulder and gave a genuine smile.

"I thought that once we got through this, everything would be alright."

"Lord, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Feeling the surging 'power' within him, Sekus respectfully lowered his head.

"Get up, there's no need to be so polite."

Luigi helped the other person up and looked into the room behind him.

"Take care of your sister's aftercare first."

"No need, Lord."

He turned around and raised his hand to face the room filled with sin.

His gaze fell on his sister's corpse, and Sekus's face was a mixture of anger and grief.

boom--

Flames erupted from his palm, transforming into a fireball the size of a human head.

That's that bastard's ability: Fireball.

Its power is no less than that of modern weapons.
Moreover, the ability to control the flight trajectory at will is a devastating blow to civilians who only have firearms.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, and the spirit to the God who gave it."

Whoosh—As the fireball shot out, it instantly ignited the entire room; after taking one last deep look at his sister's corpse, the blond young man turned away.

"Lord, give the order!"

"I am your blade, your wrath; I will surely spread your will across this land."

This is an era of resistance by the weak.

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.

Other countries are unaware of and do not care about what is happening in Australia.

Now all eyes are on 'Sun Island': the sudden appearance of 'Duke of the Blazing Sun' has disrupted the plans of countless forces, who are both gloating and terrified.

An island nation, the place where extraordinary powers first appeared.

America initially reaped considerable benefits by taking advantage of its military presence on the island nation.

These two countries can be considered true 'superpowers'; while other places still regard D-level, or wolf-level, individuals as honored guests, these two countries already have a considerable number of C-level/tiger-level powerhouses.

There were even Ghost-level experts deployed, with Dragon-level experts secretly overseeing the operation!

However, this time they suffered a great loss on 'Sun Island', with their entire army wiped out, and even 'Calamity God' Tsunetachi Mayuzumi was defeated on the spot.

Although the island nation's propaganda machine immediately went into overdrive, claiming that "Mai-zun" was safe and sound, the "god of calamity" did not appear, leading many forces to speculate: it was obvious to anyone with a brain that "Mai-zun" was probably in a bad situation.

In other words, the island nation is 'powerful', so losing a demon-level expert is nothing to them.

Switch to other countries —

Even if we wanted to suffer losses, there weren't any Ghost-level experts among them!

Even a Tiger-level transcendent is already a 'national-level' expert.

Even many extraordinary individuals from island nations and America, feeling they've reached the limits of their talents or lack the drive to continue striving, choose to go to other countries and become 'officials' or similar figures, enjoying the beauty and power of others.

These people are welcomed by all countries.

After all, the power of a superhuman belongs to themselves, so being able to peacefully serve as an offering is already quite good.

The kind of plot in movies where a group of ordinary people dare to "morally blackmail" Superman is just a movie: in reality, an impatient superhuman can cause rivers of blood with a single blow.

Many remote areas have become personal kingdoms where superhumans can do whatever they want, further exacerbating the trend of population concentration in large cities.

However, once a large city is struck by an extraordinary disaster, it is very difficult to escape.
In response, ordinary people can only console themselves with the thought that "I'm not the only one who died."

But if a Dragon-level being is present—

Tokyo, the sea nation!
Both of these places are openly guarded by dragon-level beings. Tokyo goes without saying, it's a true den of dragons and crouching tigers. Although the Sea Kingdom has no intention of protecting humanity, Mount Suzuka is hovering over non-compliant waters, so if something happens, the Ootakemaru siblings can't just ignore it.

just now:

If we could gain the protection of that 'Duke of the Blazing Sun',

Not only will we not have to worry, but we could even leapfrog into becoming an extraordinary superpower!

Therefore, many countries took advantage of the island nation and America's hasty withdrawal to send a large number of 'diplomats' in an attempt to establish a relationship with this 'duke'.

However, the fiery monsters on the outer perimeter blocked most people's path.

"Have the family help send someone in?"

At the summit of a 'mountain' where lava flows, Roman, dressed in a suit and sunglasses, did not turn around, only showing his back to his family.

"Yes, young master."

A family member bowed respectfully and inquired.

"Do you want to refuse?"

Um.
Roman frowned in thought.

His ability is the super-powerful life-saving 'Water Instantaneous Movement', making him virtually invincible on the high seas.

However, on this 'Sun Island', he is greatly restricted: his water teleportation can only appear in places with water, and obviously, lava cannot be considered water.

They can only rely on the water flow created by their family members to achieve the effect of 'teleportation': their mobility is immediately greatly reduced.

But the price offered by the other party was quite tempting, including the latest power armor production process.

The Cervantes family, being large and powerful, still needed this kind of thing.

As for risks
boom! ! ! ! !
First, a shockwave swept across, followed by large swaths of lava rushing towards us.

The shockwave capable of overturning armored vehicles had no effect on Roman; however, the surging lava was an attack that the Cervantes family behind the mountain would have to dodge in a sorry state, so:
With his fist clenched at his waist and a horse stance ready, Roman threw a punch.

"Black Flash——"

A black 'lightning' shot out from the fist, fiercely heading towards the surging magma.

puff,

A black lightning bolt flashed, instantly cleaving a plaza-sized area of ​​lava in two!

Under the howling and pushing force of the punches, they could only obediently flow away from both sides.

"Great!"

“Young Master’s ‘Black Flash’ is already nine-tenths similar to that ‘Xiao’.”

"Hmph, I think they're almost the same."

Roman was not satisfied with the praise from his family.

because--

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Amidst thunderous laughter, a lava giant withdrew his fist.

"Human, your power is immense."

"He's actually on par with me, 'Red Demon'!"

"Hehe, your strength is pretty good too, big guy—"

They were exchanging pleasantries—no, they were actually showing mutual respect—just as Luffy and the Lava Giant had finished their boxing match.

The shockwave and giant lava they just witnessed were the aftershocks of their battle.

"Ghost level."

Looking at all this, Roman's gaze was stern behind his sunglasses.

This Luffy has reached Gear Six, and with sheer power, he can actually go toe-to-toe with the Demon-level 'Lava Giant'. Compared to his improvement, what is there for me to be proud of, having only barely mastered 'Dark Flash'?

This is an era where the strong prevail!

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.

P.S.: The old eunuch has cut it off again, he doesn't even respect the leader of the alliance, he's really arrogant~~ (speechless, looking up at the sky)
(End of this chapter)