I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 577 The New Demiplane Begins

"Boss Ishizaka, you are related to the Tokugawa family by marriage. Do you have any inside information?"

Inside a black car traveling through 'Academy City', a burly man with half his body made of machinery asks a question to a middle-aged man who is resting with his eyes closed.

"I am merely a company president; what merit do I possess to claim kinship with the Tokugawa family?"

However, the elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a traditional blue men's kimono, sat upright in the luxury car; his hands were placed on his knees, like a statue, and he did not open his eyes, but only gave a faint denial.

Old fox!
The other people in the luxury car were all secretly grumbling.

They are all leaders of emerging extraordinary forces, some starting from scratch and fighting their way up with their brothers, while others have allied with powerful figures, obtained various opportunities, and thus developed their own forces.

Tokyo today,
It is already the 'world's most livable' city.

Ultimately, it's because there are enough extraordinary individuals here, and they are strong enough!

Even if there are any aftershocks of the battle, strong individuals will step in to block them, so people won't die easily; at least, not a large number of people will die.

Especially Principal You, who rarely shows himself and lives in the 'High School of Spellcasting'; his strength is terrifyingly powerful, and he can even borrow the power of 'gods' at will. This makes countless religious leaders, 'patriarchs', and 'grand tutors' so envious that they shed tears of jealousy.

Look at other people, they can summon all sorts of 'gods' at will and dismiss them at will;
Then look at myself, praying 24 hours a day, my lips are worn out, but I haven't seen a shred of extraordinary power.

This has led to daily "internal purges" in many religions, with each faction accusing others of "blasphemy," causing the gods to lose their mercy and resulting in a vicious cycle of infighting.
This is why Inari became the world's number one religion so quickly: at least Inari truly descended with power to protect people: the Goddess Miko who defeated Orochi and the descendant of the God of Destruction, and the Sacred Tree that covered Tokyo are proof of this.

But precisely because of this, not only people from island nations flock to Tokyo, but people from other countries also immigrate to Tokyo.

What's patriotism compared to your own life? Besides, even if you're not afraid of death, what about your family?
With the influx of a large population, a great deal of 'opportunities' naturally followed.

The people in the black luxury car are the extraordinary forces that have developed by taking advantage of these opportunities: although most of them are only at the level of strong wolf or weak tiger, they are daring and willing to fight. They are the ones who secretly incite the public and put pressure on the government through public opinion, demanding an explanation of the truth behind the emergence of a large number of unknown extraordinary beings.

But how could these people not know the truth!
Demiplane!
Legend has it that a divine war a thousand years ago shattered the 'world,' with some of its mass escaping into another dimension and forming an independent 'demigod'.

Those warriors dressed in Warring States period attire, as well as the monsters who formed their own forces, all came from a 'demiplane'.

Unlike the main world, which is 'depleted of spiritual energy', it is said that the spiritual energy of the demiplane has never been affected: over the years, it has accumulated countless extraordinary opportunities, making the forces that know about it drool with envy!
The problem is that both 'demigods' are in the hands of the government and that principal, and they can only watch helplessly.

"This time, are we using 'public opinion' to coerce them? Will we succeed?"

A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with his hair slicked back, looking like a "suit-wearing thug," was speaking while frequently scanning his surroundings, as if he were ready to jump out of the car and escape at any moment.

It's no wonder he was so paranoid; their behavior was truly outrageous.

Things are different now. Whether it's the government or that school principal, crushing them would be a piece of cake: public opinion is really powerless in this extraordinary era.

"Now that things have come to this, you must not back down!"

The burly man with half a machine had a fierce look on his face, and his bloodshot eyes swept over the people in the car, his gaze fixed on all the gamblers.

"Otherwise, I won't let you off even if I go to the underworld!"

With their strength, they would most likely retain their 'self' even after death; any grudges they might have would be settled slowly in hell.

Using the commotion caused by Jiu Kong Yao Ai as a pretext, these emerging supernatural forces have joined forces to incite the public to force the government to reveal the 'truth,' which is a pretense, but their real intention is to take the opportunity to negotiate and obtain benefits from the demiplane.

what?
What about those people who have been incited?
The information on the internet is completely deleted, and then some other news is created to divert attention; after a few days, the public will start to doubt whether the matter even exists.

To put it bluntly, as long as people can eat and continue living, how many people care about the 'truth'?
However, to their surprise, government officials notified them to come to the Cursed Arts Academy.
This is that principal's territory!
"If only I had known."

Inside the luxury car, the leader of an extraordinary force huddled in his seat, nervously biting his nails.

Their target is the government, not that school principal!

The thought of facing the 'strongest modern' Onmyoji who defeated Abe no Seimei made the leaders of these emerging forces feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, as if they were prisoners awaiting their death sentence.

"Do not be nervous,"

The middle-aged man, whose hair was gray and who was called "Boss Ishizaka" by the cyborg, spoke calmly.

"That headmaster is kind-hearted and has his own arrangements for summoning you all."

In fact, he was indeed related to the Tokugawa family by marriage, and it was precisely because he had received some 'insider information' from the Tokugawa family that he was able to sit here so calmly.

"We are only required to follow orders."

Yes, yes, yes.

"Of course, as long as it is that person's order, we will not flinch even if it means going through fire and water."

The leaders of several factions nodded in agreement. If they could be dogs for that lord, they would naturally be more than happy to do so, and they would even hold a grand banquet to spread the word! But the problem was that the Hanakain family could solve any problem with a single move, and they weren't even qualified to be dogs.

Alas, even in the extraordinary world, there are many difficulties.

Amidst their trepidation, the leaders of these factions arrived at the 'High School of Spellcasting' by car. Led by a teacher, they went to:

"here it is"

"Chairman Hongo?!"

After going through layers of checks, the group arrived at the depths of a building. As soon as they entered the spacious lobby, their attention was drawn to a young girl who was having a conversation.

Hina Hongo, the president of the Kengan Association!
wrong,

He should be referred to as the former president.

It wasn't that he was ousted from the position by the Kengan Association, but rather that he suddenly lost interest in the Kengan Association.

And the person she was talking to was—

That person's sister!
In an instant, the "big shots" in the eyes of many ordinary superhumans shut up, lowered their heads, bowed, and even dared not call him by his name.

This person's personality isn't exactly pleasant; she's known for her devastating attacks. And rumors, it's not uncommon throughout the island nation, that she's a typical 'brother complex,' so if you approach her rashly, you might offend her.

"Hina, then be careful."

Little did she know that in other people's eyes, she was already an existence that was 'unbearable to look at' and 'unmentionable', as Kyōmei instructed Hime.

"Hehehe~~ I'm not a child, Xiao Qiong is too nervous."

Despite having her account wiped out previously, thanks to Hongo Hime's diligence, she has now regained her weak tiger-level spiritual power. Most importantly, she has mastered a large number of advanced techniques such as "First of First," "Attack and Destruction," and "Consciousness Kill." As for fighting moves like "Six Paths," they are just minor skills.

Simply put, he's a fighter with amazing 'magic' abilities.

In this situation, even if you encounter a demon-level expert, you can protect yourself even if you can't defeat them. What danger could there be?
"Actually, you can have your brother give you a 'mark'."

"Fighters naturally need to hone their skills in life-or-death situations. Once they have that mark of 'near-death teleportation,' how can they possibly be fully committed to the battle?"

Hongo Hime rejected Sora's suggestion, leaving the others around her speechless.

You don't need it, but we do!

However, they were too proud to ask the principal for a 'near-death teleportation' insurance policy; they could only grit their teeth, stomp their feet, and prepare to risk their lives for a future.

"The last guys have arrived too,"

As the leaders of those 'emerging supernatural forces' entered, Iori Kazuka, with his arms crossed, spoke up.

That's right, Iori, the 'Great General', has personally taken to the field!

"Get ready to go!"

As Tenma no Kyou reaches the Demon level, Iori Kazuka, the first superhuman to take the drug, is gradually falling behind the times.

This time, out of consideration for their past relationship, Principal You privately revealed that the new 'demigod plane' she was preparing to develop was suitable for fighters like her to improve; so this veteran superhuman, while still full of fighting spirit, came to make one last gamble.

? ?
"Lady Iori, may I ask where we are going?"

The gray-haired "Boss Ishizaka" stepped forward and respectfully asked in a low voice.

These people from the 'emerging forces' have just arrived and don't even know where they are, let alone 'departure': although they can guess that they are heading to a demiplane, they should at least explain the situation. And why isn't that person showing up?

brush,

Qiongmei's figure vanished into thin air.
"Stop looking, this is that principal's 'teleportation space'."

Iori Kazuka clapped her hands, drawing the attention of these 'emerging forces' leaders to her.

She used to be a 'violent' cop, specializing in dealing with people who walked the line of the law: now that everyone has become a superhuman, there's not much difference.

"Next, we will travel to a new demiplane."

"No one knows the situation over there at the moment, so—"

With a wide grin revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, Iori Kazuka, who was in charge of 'explaining' the situation to everyone, showed her signature 'biker gang leader' smile.

"If you don't want to die, quit now!"

Neither the martial arts representatives who arrived earlier nor the leaders of these emerging forces would back down here.

As for Hina Hongo, she was even more excited: for her, only strong opponents were interesting.

Once you're defeated by her, you'll immediately lose interest.

That is, Touma Kamijou's right hand has such a powerful ability that it could attract her attention for so long.

"Thank you for your help, let's begin!"

As Iori Kazuka turned and nodded to the shadowy figures in the corner of the hall, these figures spread their arms and responded with a special gesture, encircling everyone within them.

Flying Thunder God Formation, activate!

brush,

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.

"no, do not want"

"Hey hey hey~~"

"Little girl, screaming your lungs out won't do any good!"

Two thugs cornered a girl in a sailor uniform in an alley, delivering the same classic lines.

Suddenly, the girl, who had been trembling, was filled with surprise instead of fear; her gaze was fixed on the two thugs behind her, leaving them completely bewildered.

"What are you looking at?"

"Could there be something behind us?!"

One of the thugs turned around, cursing, and froze instantly.

"how?!"

Another thug also turned around, immediately adopting the same stiff head-turning posture as his accomplice.

Because behind them, a group of people had appeared out of nowhere!

A thug in a suit and tie, glasses, and slicked-back hair, yet exuding a fierce aura; a middle-aged man with graying hair, wearing a traditional blue kimono, wide sleeves, and wooden clogs; a large man whose body is half metallic silver-white, which upon closer inspection is not merely decorative, as the joints are clearly visible.
There were also samurai in armor, ninjas in black clothes and pants, and a woman in an open leather jacket who looked down at them with a fierce expression.

So many people were stuck in this alley that it was practically impassable.

"What the hell is this?"

Iori Kazuka looked at the two dazed thugs in front of her and couldn't help but scoff.

"Daily life at the bottom of Yakuza?"

The so-called 'Yakuza' is actually a 'bad card' in Japanese playing cards, which means a poor and destitute person.

Later, it was used to refer to the yakuza organizations in island nations: various petty thugs and the like—but such organizations are long gone. With the rise of the supernatural, mere thugs have been swept into the dustbin of history. Now it is the era of supernatural organizations!
"A fighter?!"

The two dazed thugs' eyes trembled; they were so shocked by what they saw that they were unable to form words.

They were just ordinary thugs who collected protection money and harassed women; they had never even committed murder, so why would so many 'fighters' block their road?

As for why these people were identified as 'fighters', that's due to the unique nature of this world.

Could this girl
"Hey!"

With one hand, he tucked the two thugs into his arms;
Iori Kazuka's 'old illness has relapsed,' and she's preparing to unleash the violent interrogation techniques of the police.

"where is this place?"

Why do you call us 'fighters'?

???

"What?"

The thugs were completely bewildered and had no idea what the woman was talking about.

"Don't answer with that questioning tone, you bastard!"

Iori Kazuka began the interrogation in a harsh tone, while the other superhumans stood quietly to the side, letting this 'General' do as he pleased.

Not everyone.

Hina Hongo has disappeared!
"interesting,"

People were coming and going on the main street outside the alley.

However, no one noticed a girl whose style was different from theirs because of her attire: to be precise, none of them caught sight of Hongo Hina; and this former president was playing with an old flip phone that she had "borrowed" from a passerby, with a black and white pixel screen.

"The technology in this world was around the 1990s."

It seems a bit troublesome to rely on the internet to get information.

but--

The girl looked up at the billboard on the building next to her.
The 96th King of Fighters Championship is about to begin. Who will be the King of the World?

"A fighting competition similar to 'Kengan Association'?"

Let's go take a look first~~
With a flash, Hongo Hime disappeared into the bustling street.

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.: I'd like to recommend a book by a friend in our group: "The Reborn Women All Want to Possess Me" (Spiritual power revival, harem, love triangle).
It's really not some kind of dark sacrifice. You can check it out and read it if you have time (feeling guilty).

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