I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 580 God loves the world
Tokyo,

The High School of Spellcasting, in a certain 'unspeakable' office.

Yu looked at everything in the mirror, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk, deep in thought.

Those who enter the 'King of Fighters world'

They are all the elite of the elite, each possessing unique skills;

Even more impressive are those like Hongo Hime, who, despite seemingly only being Tiger-level after being "ranked down," possess skills that far surpass those of others at the same level, allowing them to thrive in the demiplane with ease. As long as they don't recklessly encounter top-tier powerhouses like the "Eight Heroes" or the "Three Sacred Treasures," they are guaranteed to protect themselves.

The main theme of this demiplane is combat, but its true core is the conflict between the "Yamata no Orochi's flesh and blood will" and the "Three Sacred Treasures Clan".

In Yu's 'setting', during the war of gods a thousand years ago, Orochi also 'emerged' from the underworld to get involved, but was then defeated: a piece of 'Orochi's remains' gathered the dripping blood in this 'demigod fragment', which became the so-called 'Eight Heroes': eight fighters who are constantly reincarnated.

A portion of the power of the Three Sacred Treasures also fell into this demiplane, becoming the 'Three Sacred Treasures Family';
These are classic examples: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, and Chizuru Kagura.

The Yagami family, envious of Orochi's power, signed a blood pact with him and fell into the 'Yagami' family.

The Yata family changed its name to the 'Kagura' family to avoid the world; only the Kusanagi family remained standing, because they possessed:

"Fragments of the Kusanagi Sword,"

"And the remains of Orochi."

Yu stroked his chin. He had invested a 'massive' amount of resources in this demiplane, and even he, as its controller, couldn't say what kind of sparks it would ultimately create.

But it doesn't matter, all the experience will eventually turn into his strength; until then, he just needs to wait.

"Speaking of which, over in America—"

With a wave of his hand, the scene in the mirror immediately changed, showing America in the night.

The Burning Legion, composed of numerous 'Fire Lords,' is slowly advancing into the American interior. Faced with this crisis of national annihilation, the two factions in America have unusually set aside their rivalry and instead unite to deal with the external enemy.

If the Burning Legion is allowed to advance, the entire North America will be set ablaze and destroyed;
Fire creatures don't care about your status as a 'veteran' or 'holy clergyman'; they'll burn you all to ashes!
Apart from the 'veterans' belonging to Nightmare Space, and the Holy Army under the 'Holy Church';
Others are also making the most of their time to become stronger, for example:

Under the night,
Rio Rancho, New Mexico
Located in the western part of the city, within the Oranjo film and television industry zone.

This place has 12 professional outdoor shooting locations and is the filming center for the Breaking Bad universe series; it also has an indoor water feature studio with an area of ​​18 square feet, the largest in America.

But now, even Hollywood has been burned to the ground, let alone places like this.

The film and television industry has nothing left but to glorify human courage and recruit soldiers: moreover, with the massive influx of people from several West Coast states, this city, which originally only had a capacity of 100,000 people, is already overwhelmed.

These film and television bases have also been transformed into refugee camps: densely packed tents, like squares, spread across the land.

Under the cover of night, countless lights were moving about.

Those were the lights of candles.
The Burning Legion's rampage had shrouded the sky in gloom, making it pitch black at night; the light from these candles was insufficient for illumination.

But once the quantity reaches a certain level, even without streetlights or lighting tools, these lights will gradually converge.

They were people, young and old, men and women, holding candles and leading their families, emerging from tents. They nodded to each other and made the sign of a cross on their chests only when they met.

May the Lord protect you.

May the Lord protect you.

After exchanging polite greetings, these people, leading bewildered children and silent elderly people, headed towards a corner of the film and television base.

The scattered candlelight gradually converged into a river of light.

Everyone wore solemn expressions, for they had received instructions from the Akatsuki organization to come to the church to pray that evening.

Everyone knows that the so-called 'Akatsuki' is fake. After all, the real Akatsuki is a force from Japan. There are many different opinions about its leader, 'Rokudo', but most people on the planet tend to believe that he is a powerful god from Japan.

They only intervene when the planet is in danger; as for the death of humans?
They don't seem to care.

The Akatsuki organization that appeared in America had many members with fluent New York accents, and the others spoke English fluently as well.

But if someone speaks to them in the island language, they are immediately bewildered.

If this were the Akatsuki, it would be far too casual!
But what does it matter?

These people, dressed in black robes with red clouds and wearing masks, were indeed helping ordinary people and hunting small groups of fire creatures; they didn't accept any reward or even gifts from ordinary people—of course, it's also possible that they simply looked down on them.

In short, at least the ordinary people who escaped here all sincerely hope that this 'Akatsuki' organization is the one that truly saves the world.

Ah, finally couldn't hold back anymore?

Among the crowd, a seemingly ordinary man with a messy, unshaven beard, dressed in canvas clothes, who looked like a country cowboy you might see at any moment, had a glint in his eye.

He was an FBI agent who was planted in this area to monitor the movements of the Akatsuki members.

Neither the Grand Commander nor the Holy Church intends to make things difficult for the Akatsuki.

But some precautions are necessary; who knows what these selfless guys are up to?
Now, the agent felt he was about to make a name for himself!

This blatantly fake "Akatsuki" organization notified everyone to go to the church to pray at midnight: to the agents and the FBI behind it, this was clearly a "sacrifice" scene.

In fact, many ordinary people have this idea, but considering what the Akatsuki organization has done during this period, and their desire for a savior to appear, many people eventually stepped out of the tent.

Soon, a large crowd arrived at a corner of the film and television base.

There is a church here that was built for a movie shoot, but it has everything you need and is no different from a real church.

"Thank you all for coming,"

Having changed back into his priest's robes, and still wearing a mask, Labergen stepped forward.

Around the church behind him, there was a superhuman priest standing guard at intervals: all of them were motionless and on high alert, which made ordinary people who came here feel uneasy.

Could it really be some kind of extraordinary sacrifice?

Lord, we ordinary people
"Do not be nervous,"

A quick glance from behind the mask revealed the fear on the faces of these people and the confusion in their eyes.

"Under the Lord's protection, no one will harm you."

Ah,
The perpetrator is the 'master' you speak of, right?

An FBI agent in the crowd curled his lips into a cold smile.

He immediately lowered his head. The other party was an extraordinary organization. Even if this agent had also drunk the extraordinary potion, he would definitely not be able to defeat so many extraordinary people if his identity was exposed.

Fortunately, he was surrounded by a dense crowd, and no one noticed him, this 'ordinary cowboy'.

However, the agent's seemingly perfect disguise had already been seen through by Lubergan.

On the face beneath the mask, eyes were open.

Several extraordinary individuals have infiltrated the ranks of ordinary people; are they government agents?

It's fine, as long as it doesn't interfere with the 'Master's' advancement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please pray with me."

Seeing that the crowd had grown to several thousand, and the candlelight formed a twinkling 'night sky', Rabergen composed himself and began to clasp his hands together in a charlatan-like gesture.

Dear Lord,
Thank you for giving me a new day.
Please guide my steps and guard my thoughts and intentions.

May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

In the name of the Lord, Amen.

As the pastor began to pray, the gathered crowd, bewildered, joined in, following Labergen's words and praying in unison. The voices of thousands converged into a torrent, an imperceptible 'spiritual force' surging towards the church before them.

"host,

You are the way, the truth, and the life.

Please guide me on the path ahead.

Give me clear guidance when I'm lost.
Give me strength when I am weak.

In Your name I pray.

Inside the church, Luigi, alone facing the cross, had already tilted his head back and drunk the extraordinary potion.

That's right, not extraordinary properties, but extraordinary potions.

Consuming extraordinary traits raw is merely a stopgap measure: it's fine at lower levels, but at higher levels, to reduce the chance of failure, extraordinary traits are blended into extraordinary potions; it's a way to reduce risk.

Of course, this only slightly reduces the risk.

For example, right now, Luigi's mind has already detached from his body and is traversing the spiritual space where countless people's dreams intertwine.

Dream Walker

It is the name of the extraordinary sequence he is about to advance to.

Once promoted, he can freely enter people's dreams and subtly distort a person's thoughts and perceptions by modifying their dreams; he can even use dreams as a springboard to emerge directly from other people's bodies!
This power is terrifying and extremely evil: it's unimaginable what it would do if it fell into the hands of someone with malicious intentions.

Luigi is currently traversing a bizarre dream world. He must find his own dream and then return to his body; otherwise, he will become a monster due to his failed advancement!

Dear Lord,

I pray to you for my loved ones.

Just then, a series of mental fluctuations came, pointing Luigi in the right direction.

That's right, the prayers of those tens of thousands of ordinary people were a 'ritual' he arranged to increase his chances of promotion.

'Grant them peace, health, and joy,'

Let them feel your love and grace.

In the name of the Lord I pray.

The world of dreams has no direction, but Luigi finds his way by listening to countless 'voices'. He keeps groping and getting closer, and as the voices grow louder and louder, he finally sees his dream.

It was a bubble nestled among countless sounds.
Inside the bubble are city builders, farm managers, busy office workers, and students laughing and playing in school—a life that is otherwise very ordinary and very boring, yet one that is fondly remembered. —But there is no capital, no extraordinary abilities, no war, and no death.

“Cast your burdens on me, and I will sustain you and never let the righteous be shaken.”

In a low murmur,
Luigi's mind suddenly plummeted into this dream.

睁、

In the church,
The man facing the cross opened his eyes, and countless dreamlike colors flashed through them.

creak

As Luigi appeared, the sound of prayers ceased as the church doors were pushed open.

"Thank you for spending the day with me,"

Luigi, wearing a white mask, slowly spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's ears: no, to be more precise, it echoed in their minds.

"I will protect you during the night,"

May you sleep peacefully in my peace.
I will wake up tomorrow full of energy.

In my name I declare, Amen.

???

Aside from the FBI agents in the crowd whose pupils suddenly contracted, thousands of ordinary people were also shocked: because the man used the tone of 'Lord' during his prayer.

Admittedly, the members of the Akatsuki organization have always claimed that their leader is 'the Lord'; however, who would truly believe such a claim?

But now, that man is actually claiming this—

crazy!

This is an extraordinary era!
That's everyone's first reaction; only a madman would dare to make such a claim.

Before they could say anything:
"It's late, everyone should go home."

The gentle voice rang in their ears again, instantly smoothing out the shock, doubt, and excitement in everyone's hearts, leaving only peace and tranquility.

"I obey your orders."

Everyone bowed their heads in unison, and then turned around.

They were to return to their tents and begin to sleep peacefully, for the Lord had promised to protect them.

"Lord, your power is so great, and it will become even greater."

After everyone left, Luigi simply shook his head slightly when Labogen came forward to sincerely congratulate him.

"not enough,"

Looking up at the scattered stars,
Each ray of light represents a family, a living person.

Luigi took a deep breath of the cold night wind. After another promotion, his strength had reached the C+ level, which is the 'Tiger' level in Japan. However, he was still not satisfied.

"My strength is far from enough."

To protect countless ordinary people, you need at least B-level strength!

"But, Lord."

"Our strength is insufficient to hunt down a legend."

Labergen hesitated before speaking. In America, C-level is called Master and D-level is called Entry-level, and both can be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

But once they reach the B-level extraordinary legend, their numbers become insignificant: it's not that he's afraid of death, but that he believes the power of the 'Sanctuary' should not be diminished in this way.

"Legendary. Ghost-level".

Luigi looked up at the pitch-black sky.

"I'll find a way."

"Yes, Lord!"

"You establish yourself on earth with wisdom, and determine the heavens with intelligence; with knowledge you open the abyss and make the sky drip with sweet dew."

Luigi is immune to Labergen's flattery.

He was thinking about how to hunt Demon-level monsters.

(End of this chapter)