I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 220 Kisaragi Station Belongs Only to One Person! The Black Telephone Booth Disaster! The Demon God Thrown Off the Train
cartoonist.

It's a profession that weaves dreams for others, bringing all the bizarre fantasies to life in black and white squares and single-volume books.

Some people have loved comics since childhood, enjoy being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), and love fantasy, so they strive to become comic artists when they grow up.

Although he didn't achieve much, he did win a newcomer award and gained some fame. He survived in the industry by risking his life under the torment of deadlines.

—Even though they keep saying they're thinking of the readers.

Ultimately, however, comics and creation are very personal matters.

Even if a thousand or ten thousand people say they want to see ending A, if the author himself wants to see ending B, then the direction of the comic will change.

Then the logic will break down.

"Deus ex machina".

This is what readers call this illogical behavior.

Such a comic will be criticized as garbage by a thousand or ten thousand people, and will never be able to recover.

Right now, there's a third-rate cartoonist doing just that.

"This is a trial."

"Many geniuses from all over the world have gathered here, and they will be ranked on a black stone tablet according to the number of levels they have conquered in the Trial Realm."

"Among them is a 'hero' who once saved an ordinary high school girl."

"Since he is a hero, he should have a weapon commensurate with him."

"So, what kind of weapon should a hero wield?"

"A: An indestructible sword of a warrior, capable of cutting through anything."

B: An ancient magic wand capable of instantly casting spells and amplifying their power.

"And I choose C—a gigantic cleaver that can only be easily picked up and swung by a hero, forty meters long, and capable of destroying everything in its path."

"So when the hero enters the trial again, he will have such a cleaver in his hand."

The logic of the story collapses here.

But the cartoonist finished drawing with satisfaction.

This is the ending she wanted.

A true hero should effortlessly trample all those stepping stones underfoot, even without any subjective intention.

Then, they receive the worship and admiration of countless people.

……

You have obtained an unknown and powerful buff!

This buff will take effect the next time you enter the "Projection Realm"!

What the hell?

Uesugi Tetsuya, who was sitting on the toilet, was taken aback.

How could I trigger this strange notification when I'm just sitting here doing nothing?
Damn, could it be because there's something wrong with where I'm sitting?

In a video that I saw before, Uesugi Tetsuya mentioned that a very strong guy sat on a golden toilet and gained great strength, but he could never stand up again after sitting on it.

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up from the toilet, which was still closed, and lifted the porcelain white toilet seat.

Uesugi Tetsu looked down.

Thankfully, there was nothing inside.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Uesugi Tetsuya began to wonder again—how could he inexplicably receive a buff?
Moreover, it's a "powerful buff" specifically for conquering secret realms!
"So many strange things happened today..."

Uesugi Tetsuya muttered something to himself.

He continued looking at the Special Affairs Bureau forum on his phone, where a large number of people were tagging Anonymous Person 666, asking him to step in and help.

Otherwise, the top three spots on the list would be dominated by members of powerful families—which would be incredibly embarrassing for the vast majority of forum members from ordinary backgrounds!

Uesugi Tetsuya was having a good time as he brushed his brush, showing no sign of being in a hurry.

Because now, both Yuan Jingshui and that person who looks like a woman but is actually male, Jiu Jieyuan Jin, are being blocked by the projection of a powerful figure from the forty-first floor.

And they were both killed once.

What's even more crucial is that it didn't take them long to fight their way from the first floor to the fortyth floor.

From this perspective, Uesugi Tetsuya has very reasonable grounds to suspect—

Starting from the 39th floor, the projection power of each subsequent floor is a geometric multiple of the projection power of the previous floor.

This can be seen from the fact that the Grand Master directly transitioned to his own projection.

When he unleashed his "rage," he practically blasted the Grand Master into dust with a wave of his hand.

Since Yuan Jingshui and his companion were stumped by the forty-first floor on their first attempt, it was practically impossible for them to clear the forty-second floor, or the entire secret realm, in a short time.

Therefore, his spot as the "first to conquer the secret realm" is very secure.

Stability within stability.

Moreover, he hasn't even fully exploited the remaining value of his projection on the fortieth floor yet...

There's still no discussion about the understanding of skills like Natural Mind Flow, Corona Breathing Technique, and Spirit Control Technique, so how could they possibly draw their swords and slash their own projections?

"Let them rush."

Uesugi Tetsu put his phone back in his pocket, unlocked the door, and opened the bathroom door.

Outside the door, Tamamo, who was rubbing her sleepy hand and was about to put her hand on the doorknob, was startled. She cried out in panic and slipped, falling backward.

"Whoa, we're going to fall and die!"

Kaga Kiyomitsu swiftly flew behind her and easily caught the small Tamamo.

After catching it steadily, Kaga Kiyomitsu even peeked a small part out of the scabbard and casually greeted Tamamo.

"Om~"

After being steadied by Xiao Jia, Tamamo stood there catching her breath for several moments before recovering from her shock.

Her face was pale, and she hunched over with her hands hanging down, swaying from side to side like a young zombie.

"Brother Uesugi, you should have given us a heads-up beforehand. It's really scary to open the door like this..."

Uesugi Tetsuya found it strange that an experienced veteran like Tamamo would be frightened by such a trivial matter, but he had only mentioned it casually.
Weren't you sleeping?

"Um... I'm speechless."

Tamamo shrank back and nodded helplessly.

Uesugi Tetsuya stopped blocking the door, walked out, listened to the sounds outside for a while, and then suggested to Tamamo, who was quickly washing up,
"Should we wait until Yagyu-kun finishes clearing the secret realm before leaving? With more and more people coming, things are bound to get chaotic later on."

Anyway, he can directly access the secret realm remotely through the control panel.

"We have no objection."

Tamamo, who was rubbing her face with a baby wipe, looked up and responded.

After wiping her face, Tamamo took out her phone and tapped Yagyu Akira, but found that he didn't reply.

That means the other party is currently facing a challenge in a secret realm.

"I guess we'll have to wait a bit longer." Tamamo smiled sheepishly. "If you're in a hurry, Uesugi-nii, you can go ahead by yourself."

"Wait a minute, I'm fine."

Uesugi Tetsu shook his head, sat on Kaga Kiyomitsu who was floating in mid-air, and used his qi to support it, wanting to try levitation on a sword.

But clearly, Xiao Jia couldn't adapt to a person's weight falling on it all at once, and it threw Uesugi Tetsuya several times in a row.

During the journey, Tamamo received a phone call.

Uesugi Tetsu heard things like "ghost stories" and "being confined" coming from the other end of the phone.

But seeing Tamamo's calm and composed expression, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Tamamo spoke at a moderate pace, enunciating each word clearly: "You two take them with you. Don't panic, don't speak loudly, and don't run around. Try to hide well. I'll call for backup for you right away..."

"what--!"

With a piercing scream that even Uesugi Tetsu could hear clearly, Tamamo was startled.

Then the busy tone of the dial tone echoed.

The phone call was hung up.

Tamamo immediately held the phone up to her face and dialed back.

But this time the call didn't go through.

For the first time, Uesugi Tetsu saw panic on the face of this girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall.

That was an expression she never showed, even when she was preparing to self-destruct with hundreds or thousands of demons in front of the tunnel.

Tamamo took two deep breaths, and after quickly calming her expression, dialed another number.

She turned on speakerphone this time, so Uesugi Tetsu was able to see the phone screen clearly.

The note above is a string of familiar numbers, which is most likely the ID number of an agent from a special operations unit.

The call was answered within two seconds.

Tamamo's face lit up with joy.

She was about to speak when a very young female voice came from the phone: "Sister...Sister?"

"Chisa-chan!?"

Tamamo first asked a question loudly, almost instinctively.

She quickly covered her mouth, checked the phone number several times, clenched her fists, and whispered, "Chisa-chan, how did you get this phone? Where's the uncle with it?"

"Uncle... Uncle doesn't look well, he's fainted."

The voice, which sounded like a child's, stammered, "I saw my sister's name was displayed on the screen, so I answered the call."

Tamamo's face turned ashen, and she was speechless.

Until Chisa-chan's childish voice came again.

"sister?"

Tamamo then snapped out of her daze and slapped herself twice. She then lowered her voice and rambled on about a bunch of things to do and things to be aware of.

On the other end of the phone, after two distinct deep breaths, Chisa-chan's voice was calm and steady.
"Sis, I understand. I'll do my best."

Tamamo's fingers trembled slightly as she was about to strike.

In the end, however, she chose to hang up the phone.

—Because the most prevalent ghost stories in Shizuoka Prefecture are the "black phone booths," if you don't hang up the phone now in order to stay in touch, the risk of being targeted by these ghost stories will increase significantly.

The moment she hung up, Tamamo pulled out the phone number of Yagyu Akira, whom she had just dialed.

However, Yagyu Akira is currently in the secret realm and cannot be contacted.

Instinctively, Tamamo turned to look at Uesugi Tetsuya, opening her mouth as if to say something.

But then she turned her gaze back to the contacts on the screen.

She simply couldn't bring herself to speak, couldn't bear to involve Uesugi Tetsuya, who had nothing to do with the matter, in such a life-or-death crisis.

Although from the interactions over the past few days, Tamamo understood that as long as she asked, Uesugi would definitely come to help.

But she couldn't get past her own conscience.

Tamamo's fingers frantically scrolled through her contacts, but scrolling through the seemingly impressive list was of no use.

Even the nearest support she could call was at least an hour away from Shizuoka City.

An hour later, it was all over!
Uesugi Tetsuya stared silently at Tamamo, whose face was so pale it was devoid of any color. After a long while, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Tamamo, what happened?"

"My family went to Shizuoka Prefecture, and they happened to encounter a large-scale outbreak of ghost stories involving black phone booths..."

Before she could finish her instinctive reply, Tamamo raised her hand and covered her mouth.

She chuckled dryly, "This has nothing to do with you, Uesugi-nii-san..."

Seeing her smile, which was even more painful than a grimace, Uesugi Tetsu said calmly, "Go on, I have a grudge against that black phone booth." He emphasized, "The kind that's life-or-death."

Kaga Kiyomitsu also buzzed, proving that Uesugi Tetsu's words were true.

Upon hearing Uesugi Tetsu's words, Tamamo forcefully removed her hand from her mouth.

A deep breath, taken with all my might.

All previous hesitation and doubt were forcibly discarded. Tamamo clenched her fists tightly and spoke rapidly.

"The real black phone booth has appeared in Shizuoka Prefecture. The local special affairs department has dispatched agents to deal with it, but most of them have lost contact."

What is the real purpose of the black phone booth?
Uesugi Tetsu frowned. Didn't he remember Nanjo Manami saying that someone had gone to deal with this ghost story?

Moreover, how could Shizuoka City, as the "capital" of Shizuoka Prefecture, be so weak in its defenses that it could be invaded on such a large scale by ghosts and monsters that are not even at the level of ghosts and gods?

He asked, "What about the local supernatural beings?"

“They just left late last night and will be back tonight.” Tamamo’s voice trembled as she read the message. “That’s probably why the black phone booths chose to appear at this time.”

Uesugi Tetsu's expression became subtle.

Such precise timing... it could mean that behind the black phone booth, there's a powerful demon skilled in divination within the Demon Guide Association making a move.

Either there's a problem within the Special Affairs Department.

Uesugi Tetsu didn't think much of it.

It's better to settle these kinds of scores after the matter is over.

Tamamo continued to explain the current situation to him.

"There is no strong support nearby Shizuoka City, and it would take at least an hour for a capable operator to arrive."

"—If we need strong support, there are two here."

Uesugi Tetsu pointed in the direction of the Sengoku Secret Realm.

It was obvious that he was referring to Yuan Jingshui and Jiujieyuan Jin.

"but……"

Tamamo forced a breath, but it dissipated immediately: "Those two just went into the secret realm again."

This is the right time.

Uesugi Tetsu scoffed.

Tamamo tried to comfort herself: "Even if those two condescend to agree to our request, it will still take more than an hour to get from here to Shizuoka City, so it won't make any difference."

That's right.

Even if you take the Shinkansen right now, it would still take more than an hour to get from the edge of Hamamatsu City to the heart of Shizuoka City.

Thinking about this, Tamamo even felt that it made no difference whether she told Uesugi Tetsuya or not.

Anyway, we won't make it in time.

Uesugi Tetsuya also realized the problem of spatial distance.

However, besides normal means of transportation, there is a very special way to get there.

Four words from a somewhat distant history surfaced in his mind.

— Kisaragi Station.

If it's Kisaragi Station, it might not even take ten minutes to get there.

Hamamatsu City is the birthplace of the Kisaragi Station ghost stories, and Nanjo Manami had previously mentioned that Kisaragi Station had recently become a hotbed of trouble again.

Uesugi Tetsu fell into a brief silence.

There is only one problem now.

That is, the one who currently manages Kisaragi Station—

Is it "she"?

Uesugi Tetsuya was unsure.

But for now, we have no choice but to give it a try.

Uesugi Tetsu immediately spoke, interrupting Tamamo's chaotic and almost explosive thoughts: "Tamamo, where is the nearest station?"

The nearly desperate girl didn't understand the sentence at first: "Uh, what station?"

"Any station, bus, tram, Shinkansen, anything is fine."

Uesugi Tetsuya unleashed his inner energy, his voice booming in Tamamo's ears.

“State the nearest coordinates.”

Upon hearing this, Tamamo instinctively gave a location.

The next instant, Uesugi Tetsu, who had already disguised himself as a four-tailed fox, grabbed her by the back of the neck and then wrapped her in layers of qi.

Opening the window, the entire guesthouse trembled as I was launched like an arrow.

Layers of white circles rose behind Uesugi Tetsuya, and the sound waves spread, causing countless people in the suburbs of Hamamatsu City to look up in awe.

The forum erupted in chaos once again.

But Uesugi Tetsu had no interest in paying attention to these things anymore.

Fifteen seconds later, he arrived at the nearest bus stop, which looked old and desolate.

Then, the dazed Tamamo saw Uesugi Tetsu's lips move slightly, as if he were saying a name.

After the second hand ticked once, the old platform suddenly began to shake, and the clanging sound of wheels rubbing against the rails came from afar.

Tamamo blinked and suddenly realized that the old bus stop, as well as the pedestrians and streets in the distance, had all disappeared.

They've all disappeared!
Instead, there was a strange concrete floor and two brand-new but ancient railway tracks.

Uesugi Tetsuya gazed silently at this incredibly familiar surroundings.

He simply called out the name at the bus stop, and Kisaragi Station and the train came to him.

This means that what happened twenty years ago was...

Bang, bang, bang.

The old train, its surface clearly cleaned with care, slowly slowed down and came to a stop in front of Uesugi Tetsuya and Tamamo.

The arrival of the train interrupted Uesugi Tetsu's thoughts.

He looked up and saw rows of labels of different colors through the semi-transparent frosted glass inside the train.

At this moment, the "passengers" riding in the train were undoubtedly demons and monsters from all over the world, with varying strengths.

"I'm wearing a mask a friend gave me, don't be afraid."

After speaking to Tamamo, Uesugi Tetsu put the Hannya mask on his face, exuding a solemn and cold aura of a demon.

"Get in the car."

Releasing her from the back of her neck, Uesugi Tetsuya grasped Tamamo's wrist and led her through the wide-open train doors into the train.

"what?"

Even now, Tamamo still doesn't understand what happened.

She turned her head slightly in a daze, then suddenly snapped back to attention and stood up straight.

—Because all the “passengers” around her were the great demons who, in her memory, could cause the deaths of dozens or even hundreds of people simply by appearing!

Strangely, these powerful demons are now sitting in rows, crowding each other, just like ordinary people, in their respective seats.

Of course, quite a few demons were looking at him... or more precisely, at Uesugi-sama.

Tamamo couldn't hear the whispers clearly, but the voice of the great demon who spoke directly made her ears hurt.

"Hey, the train was temporarily rerouted because of you two, and two more stops were added in the real world."

The muscular, tall, and robust dog-headed demon, sitting like a human in the middle of a row of chairs, grinned his pale fangs and asked impatiently, "Don't you have anything to say?"

The train doors slowly closed.

Uesugi Tetsu indifferently turned his gaze toward it.

——[Big Dog God (four stars)].

He was a demon god-level dog god, and he felt that he was among the top demon god-level beings around him.

If they were outside, Uesugi Tetsu would have no chance against the other party and would have to turn and run.

But where is this?

It was on a train belonging to Kisaragi Station.

And to whom does Kisaragi Station belong?

The Great Dog God narrowed his eyes, just about to get up and show this young man the difference in skill, when he suddenly realized that the young man was getting further and further away from him.

No, it's not that the kid has gone further away!

The Great Dog God's face twitched, and he let out a questioning roar.

Instead, I was inexplicably and suddenly thrown off the train!

The train gradually started moving.

The Great Dog God's figure and furious roar vanished in the blink of an eye, disappearing into some unknown corner of the mortal world.

Uesugi Tetsuya, who remained silent, stood unharmed in the same spot.

He didn't even bother to reply.

Now, all the monsters and demons in the entire carriage looked at him differently.

Whether it's ordinary demons with only two or three stars of strength, or powerful ghosts and gods scattered in various places.

This is the first time in the history of the train that passengers have been deliberately thrown out of the train!
Unprecedented!

And... just because this White Prajna is not even close to the level of ghosts and gods?
What is his background and origin?
The demons remained silent and all averted their gazes.

After all, it’s better to do less than to do more.

No demon wanted to be thrown off the train again—delaying their current tasks was a minor issue, but being blacklisted by the train meant they would have to try their luck on another old, ordinary train.

The train's schedule and stops are unpredictable, making it far less convenient and faster than the Kisaragi Train.

As for Tamamo, who had no choice but to cower behind him, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak—how could she have just seen the Great Dog God being thrown away like trash?!
Uesugi Tetsu breathed a sigh of relief.

It's been a long time since I've felt like I could lean on someone's coattails; it feels great.

He first looked up at the station schedule, and after confirming that the next stop was [Shizuoka City], he wanted to find a seat.

Before Uesugi Tetsuya could even take a step, a large red and black executive chair appeared beside him.

A chair that looks both elegant and soft stands in stark contrast to the rows of cold, hard passenger chairs around it.

Uesugi Tetsu's eyes twitched slightly beneath his mask.

This is far too high-profile.

Since it was the other party's kind intention, Uesugi Tetsuya felt bad leaving it empty.

With a helpless sigh, Uesugi Tetsu successfully sat down amidst the subtle gazes of the few remaining powerful demons who still dared to observe him.

Uesugi Tetsu turned his head and noticed that Tamamo was standing alone beside him, looking rather out of place.

Before he could speak, an ordinary, but still separate, passenger seat appeared beneath Tamamo.

Without much thought, Tamamo sat down and then stared somewhat uneasily at the [Shizuoka City] on the station list.

She asked softly, her voice trembling slightly, "Brother Uesugi... how long will it take us to get to Shizuoka City?"

how long?
He really didn't know how fast the trains ran at Kisaragi Station.

But regardless, the situation on the other side is now a race against time, so it's always better to be quick.

Uesugi Tetsu thought for a moment and said, "Five minutes, I should be there in five minutes."

And so, the moment he finished speaking, the entire train began to shake violently.

Directly opposite him, a demon-level being who had ridden the train hundreds of times but was experiencing such a change in the train for the first time stared wide-eyed.

Again? !
(End of this chapter)