I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 767 Blissful Dreams, Nationwide Ascetic Cultivation

"This Barat, his luck is just too good!"

This statement has become a sentiment expressed by people all over the world recently, and it is being repeated in various parts of the planet: from presidents and superhumans to workers and homeless people, everyone is sighing and lamenting, filled with complex emotions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Absolutely! The bizarre and pathetic state of Bharat is beyond imagination.

However, their luck was exceptionally good!
Separated from island nations, the Philippines, and Australia by sea, it has reaped considerable benefits from so many extraordinary disasters: the film industry, Bollywood, invites these extraordinary individuals to perform every day, with various plots of sweeping away armies and beating up the Heavenly Emperor emerging one after another, making other countries think that Bharat really has some strength.

They were exposed a while ago, letting the whole world know they're really bad.

Just a few days later, Ganesha, the elephant-headed god, descended upon New Delhi, showering it with treasures and bestowing upon it sacred implements, truly deserving of the title "God of Wealth."

They even wrote a magnificent scripture in the sky: "Everyone can practice asceticism, and all beings can ascend to the Pure Land together!" Other countries were drooling with envy. Where can you find such a generous and benevolent god?!

Unfortunately, according to what's circulating in the supernatural world, the pantheons of other countries...
They all fell at the hands of that 'Lord of Ten Thousand Armies'.

That being swore to drive out the gods and demons, and to bring the world into human hands;

However, most people said: We don't want to work hard, we only feel comfortable when we have God protecting us!
Just like Bharat now,

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.

Delhi,

This city is located on the banks of the Yamuna River, a tributary of the Ganges.
It consists of two parts, New Delhi and Old Delhi, covering an area of 1483 square kilometers and a population of 3500 million.

Because most of Bharat’s government offices are located in the new city of Delhi, most countries are also accustomed to using 'New Delhi' as their name.

A single city is equivalent to the combined population of many countries: even Tokyo, with its ever-expanding population, only has 20 million. That's only because top-tier powerhouses like the 'Divine Tree' and the 'Principal' are in charge, resulting in a population drain.

After all, in the extraordinary era, even the capital of a country can be affected by battles.

right now,

This city is experiencing a population boom!
A massive train slowly pulled into the city:
Because of some 'environmental god' who expanded the world beyond living things, this train naturally expanded several times over: a large number of handles were welded onto the carriage structure.

The train was packed with people on the roof and the sides of the carriages were also filled with layers of people, making it a mobile fortress of flesh and blood.

At first glance, it looked like some kind of giant supernatural monster.

“Get out of the car, get out of the car!”

"We've arrived at the holy city, finally—"

"Is that the Abhidharmakośa? It's magnificent!"

A dense crowd jumped down from the carriages and roof before the doors opened: like a flood, a massive mass of people poured out.

What a van full of people is nothing compared to the train car full of people in Bharat.

The train, originally designed to carry 2,000 people, can now carry 200,000 people in one trip!
It can be called the pinnacle of railway engineering: no one can surpass it.

In fact, to be honest, Bharat has had far fewer "pledged votes" and "top votes" in recent years;
But now the whole world knows that a miracle has occurred in New Delhi; so people from all over Bharat are rushing here.

People from other countries were refused entry.

"Homage to the auspicious Ganesha!"
The sage of boundless wisdom dictated poems.
Through His grace, I am able to understand everything.

The crowd that got off the train did not rush to disperse, but instead faced the sky, put their hands together, and bowed their heads in worship as the scriptures spread out in circles.

"Let us meditate on the god of the one-toothed tooth,"

Let us focus on the god of the curved nose.

May those who possess ivory enlighten our wisdom.

After reciting the verses in the Mahabharata praising Ganesha, these outsiders found a place—whether it was a street, a rooftop, a roadside, or a shop—anywhere they could see the sky, sat cross-legged, and looked up at the sky.

Soon, one by one, the outsiders entered a state of 'meditation': motionless, silent, just like in traditional 'ascetic practice'.

But their spirits have already arrived in another 'place':
"Welcome home, sir."

One by one, the middle-aged men from Bharat found themselves in a 'mansion' in a flash: before them stood a blonde white woman dressed in a traditional Bharat gold-woven long dress, her face veiled by a thin veil, her eyes lowered and meek.

“This is it.”

As the middle-aged man instinctively took a step back and asked hesitantly, the blonde woman in traditional white clothing explained:
"This is the outer perimeter of 'Mount Jirosa,' the 33rd level of 'Blissful Realm.'"

"Our God is infinitely compassionate and merciful, and wishes to build a paradise for all living beings."

After speaking, the beautiful woman raised her hand in a gesture:
"Sir, please come with me."

This mansion was not only luxurious, but as the beautiful woman led them deeper into the mansion, they found themselves surrounded by servants and beauties. Seeing the middle-aged men kneeling down and calling him "Master," this man, who had spent his entire life working at the bottom of the factory, instinctively clutched the hem of his clothes.

However, upon grabbing it, all that came out were pearls and jade!

He was no longer wearing a wrinkled shirt; instead, he wore a long robe with gold thread and inlaid with pearls and jade.

"Sir, is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"

"N-no."

Everything before him seemed so real that the middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously swallowed.

"Since this is the paradise established by the god Ganesha, then I..."

"Whatever you wish to do, sir, is permitted."

The blonde Caucasian beauty smiled gently and bowed her head in a shy manner that seemed to exist in reality.

"I will cooperate."

? ? ! !
next moment,
The middle-aged man let out a beast-like growl and pounced!
Bharat is often the site of bizarre news stories about the rape of 'lizards,' 'horses,' and even 'exhaust pipes': but if given a choice, who wouldn't want a beautiful woman?
The shy foreign beauty in front of me is simply the perfect object of a middle-aged man's desires; how could I possibly resist!

In the real world,
A group of Barat people sitting cross-legged,
Looking up at the sky, a satisfied smile on his face, as if... no, as if he were in a 'paradise'.

This is the gift of the compassionate Ganesha, the elephant-headed god. In the realm of bliss, they can enjoy wealth and honor, the praise of thousands, beautiful women in their arms, and even extraordinary powers are not unattainable.

presidential palace,
Because it is closest to the core of the 'scripture' in the sky, this place has also become a place for ascetic practice.

Everywhere you look, there are Bharat superhumans sitting cross-legged, gazing up at the sky.

"Hu~~"

A young principal, sitting cross-legged on the ground in military uniform, let out a long breath and opened his eyes: a sharp glint flashed in his pupils!

"Colonel Ajit, you...you've broken through?"

The waiting official cautiously stepped forward to inquire and received an affirmative answer.

"Yes."

With that, the colonel slapped the ground, launching himself into the air before dangling his legs and landing effortlessly on the rooftop. The entire sequence of movements was clean and efficient, and most remarkably, it was performed without a single sound or trace of dust, demonstrating his mastery of power.

"I am already—"

With his fists clenched, the colonel was filled with pride and satisfaction.

"Weak Tiger Level!"

This rank, in island nations, the Democratic Republic of Congo, or America, would only qualify as a mid-level extraordinary cadre; but in Bharat:
"Colonel Ajit, truly a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

"If I train hard in the 'Asura Realm' for a while longer, breaking through to the Ghost level will be a piece of cake."

"No, no, no, how could a mere Demon level be the Colonel's limit? Even Dragon level—"

The surrounding Bharat government staff showered him with compliments, which the young colonel found very pleasing; in this extraordinary era, as long as you have enough strength, you don't have to worry about anything else, it couldn't be more enjoyable!
"Everyone,"

The commotion here,
Even the gray-haired Prime Minister Bharat came over.

"You are all wrong."

Amid the puzzled expressions of many government staff, Prime Minister Bharat chuckled.

"It should be congratulations to Lieutenant General Ajit!"

Even if you break through to the Tiger level, or even just a weak Tiger, you're qualified to become a Lieutenant General: of course, only Barat.

In other countries, the highest rank is major general—and in island nations like Japan, there are even more tiger-level colonels!

It can only be said that Bharat has its own unique national circumstances, and it doesn't even experience many extraordinary disasters.
This results in even superhumans being weak.

"This is all thanks to the blessings of the god Ganesha,"

Facing the Premier, the newly promoted young major general dared not take credit and bowed his head with his hands clasped together.

"Yes, everyone."

"All is due to 'Ganesha,' do not slacken."

As the gray-haired former prime minister finished speaking, everyone raised their hands in salute. "All is in gratitude to 'Ganesha'!"

O God Ganesha,
The former premier looked up at the scriptures in the sky and felt his blood boil.

These concentric circles of miracles spread out and occupied the entire sky above New Delhi, encompassing the 'Three Realms': the Realm of Bliss, the Realm of Asura, and the Realm of Gods.

The Pure Land is the world that ordinary people enter: there, they can enjoy all the good things in the world, beautiful women, power, delicious food, treasures, and everything else!
The Asura Realm is the world that extraordinary individuals enter: it is inhabited by the bloodthirsty and warlike Asura race. Extraordinary individuals fight fiercely with the Asuras, which not only allows them to learn and hone their martial arts skills, but also to improve their strength—not limited to the 'Divine Realm', but can even have their effects reflected in reality.

As for the realm of the gods, it is where the 'Ganesha' preaches and teaches, and only 'Brahmin' monks with steadfast faith can enter.

Although the former prime minister of Barat did not enter the realm of gods, he was still fighting fiercely in the 'Asura Realm' every day.

The fact that he could easily subdue a Tiger-class enemy with his "Undying Grip" was also the reason why the young colonel was so respectful.

Under the guidance of this god, Barat—

We will surely rise!

However, the scriptures in the sky are essentially nothing more than a massive illusionary barrier.

The so-called "spiritual asceticism" for self-improvement is actually not difficult to understand.

When someone was just starting out, he used this trick to create a training ground for the girls around him: but it turned out that they really didn't have any fighting talent.

Because of someone, free-floating 'chakra' is spreading and accumulating throughout the planet; coupled with the nourishment from various 'extraordinary foods', many extraordinary individuals in this world are actually more physically strong than mentally strong.

As is well known, chakra is a product of the balanced mixing of spiritual energy and physical energy.

Whether it's physical weakness or mental weakness, it will hold you back: a typical example is Kakashi, who is too weak and becomes out of breath after using a few ninjutsu.

The ninjas in the Naruto world went to the battlefield at the age of 4 and knew how to fight and be jealous of girls by the age of 10; they were not to say that they killed people without batting an eye, but at least they were battle-hardened, and their precociousness was terrifying: most of them could not keep up with their bodies.

But the world is quite the opposite.
Most superhumans are physically stronger but mentally weaker;
In that so-called 'Asura Realm,' one can hone their skills through bloody battles, refine their mind, and naturally improve their strength and break through barriers.

only:

Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price tag.

Someone is actually quite curious about what price Bharat will ultimately pay.

Tokyo,

New Bunkyo District.

At Mukogaoka High School, the daily life of a certain sea urchin-headed student is unfolding.

"Excuse me,"

"Ah, it's Kamijou-kun."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The voice behind them made the two male high school students who were talking turn around and immediately nod to each other in a friendly manner.

The newcomer was a beautiful girl with long, twin ponytails that hung down her chest; she was wearing a specially made school uniform, a short skirt, and black stockings: she was the only one in the entire school dressed like this.

Kamijou Tori, Kamijou Touma's fiancée - who calls herself.

Of course, no one would argue with that.

After all, the principal and teachers had already announced to all the students in all classes that this person was a Dragon-level extraordinary powerhouse!
Regardless of whether they are counterfeit or not, for ordinary students, they are absolutely deadly strong opponents.

In a true sense, 'one look' is enough to captivate the entire school.

Faced with such a being, who would dare not show respect?
Not everyone is like Touma Kamijou, a typical nice guy.
"I'm looking for Touma, have you seen him?"

The two high school boys exchanged a glance, both with expressions of 'I knew it'.

"Feel sorry,"

"We didn't see him."

As soon as this 'Kamijou Dori' transferred schools, she declared her ownership of 'Kamijou Touma,' causing countless 'unrequited love' high school girls to tear up their tissues in frustration.
Then she followed Touma Kamijou around every day, acting like a traditional, obedient wife.

However, being followed like this, Touma was almost numb.

and so:
The two of them playing a game of 'chasing and escaping' at school has become a daily occurrence, or perhaps even a source of fun?

"Whoohoo~~"

On the roof of the teaching building, the boy with the sea urchin haircut, hiding under the water tower, looked speechless.

"When will this kind of life end?"

Touma doesn't dislike Dolly, but...
"I also need some private space."

Being waited for outside the men's restroom is really embarrassing!

"Hey~~"

To this, Touma Kamijou could only sigh.

His right hand could suppress Dolly, but what was the point?
It's impossible to explain, it's simply—

"found it,"

Beside the water tower, a familiar face peeked out.

"Dolly?"

No, you are...

The other person was not wearing the school uniform of this school, but the 'former' school uniform, and had a name tag hanging on their chest.

"number 10088?"

"Yes, Mr. Kamijou."

The newcomer was clearly a 'younger sister'. She tilted her head and looked at the boy hiding under the water tower, then held up the lunchbox in her hand.

"I heard you've been bothered by 'Dolly' lately, so much so that you haven't been able to eat lunch properly."

"So 'we' decided to send 'me' to deliver your lunch."

So,
"Thanks, number 10088."

Touma Kamijou sighed helplessly. Dolly's bento was full of "added ingredients." How could he dare to eat it?

"I had always hoped that you could think independently, but now it seems..."

It's not as good as before!
I received bento box number 10088.

Kamijou Touma took a big bite with tears in his eyes.

Are the adorable, innocent 'little sisters' better?!
"wrong,"

Suddenly raising his head, Touma Kamijou looked at number 10088 beside him.

"Did they add anything to this bento box?"

I've learned my lesson once,

When eating, Touma has developed the habit of tasting the food first.