A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 170 A new storm has emerged
Thump,

The fairytale-style plant-themed gate was kicked open once again, and the wood spirits knew who it was without even looking.

"Number 17, you're not dead. Cough cough, are you alright?"

"Have we encountered another formidable enemy?"

"On the way back, I ran into an enemy!"

Number 17 stormed into the hall, fuming. If they weren't by the river, she would have definitely shown those guys what 'cruelty' meant.

"Your enemy."

Even the skilled fighter No. 1 Wood Spirit couldn't help but facepalm at this.

Every time they go out, a whole bunch of new ones appear, and they won't tell you when asked, leaving the other wood spirits speechless.

They usually deal with humans who 'break the rules.' As long as they're careful and don't fall into human traps, the Wood Spirits' mobility and abilities are more than enough to protect themselves. Not to mention ordinary humans, even supernatural beings among humans are no match for them.

Therefore, the general perception of No. 17, who often gets frustrated, remains that he is both bad at the game and loves to play.

"As long as you come back alive... huh?!"

The Wood Spirit #18 paused as she noticed a vine-like humanoid figure carrying #17 on its back.

"This is?"

"I brought number 7 back."

? !
This time,
The other wood spirits in the hall all stood up and turned around.

They originally thought that it was a stroke of luck that Number 17 had run back with a head full of bumps; the greater probability was that he was trapped in human territory.

did not expect,
They actually managed to bring back number 7's body!
"real or fake?"

"Great! This is a huge success!"

"Number 17, we all misunderstood you~~"

As the vines loosened, revealing the corpse of Wood Sprite No. 7 inside, many Wood Sprites were deeply moved, and some even shed 'tears'.

"Well done, number 17."

"Let me hug you,"

After enjoying the 'hero' treatment, Number 17 placed Number 7's body among the flowers.

"Sister No. 7, I will make good use of your abilities."

After clasping her hands together and saying goodbye to the other party, 17, who had just emerged from among the flowers, overheard the puzzled conversation of the other wood spirits.

"What do you mean by several humans with vines wrapped around their bodies entering the forest?"

"Are you seeing things?"

The wood spirit, who was speaking, was holding a walkie-talkie.

Yes, it's a walkie-talkie!

They are wood spirits, not fools. They've 'seized' quite a few things from those humans, and they've put to good use what's useful to them: for example, these military walkie-talkies—bulky and with a short range—but they're still much better than them having to shout to communicate, right?

The soul of a wood spirit is human; even if it loses its memories, its cognition remains.

Naturally, they know how to use technology to create things: on the 17th, they even snatched the Osaka Legion's 'Termite II' high-temperature armor-piercing stick to play with.

"Ok?"

This conversation left Number 17 speechless. Could it be...?

"Let me handle it."

On the way back, I spent a long time arguing with that 'kappa' by the Yodo River, and then 'buried' number 7. Before I knew it, several hours had passed.

Judging by the timeline, if those guys had survived, they should be here by now.

Are you going there on the 17th?

"Okay, the area where the abnormal humans were detected is..."

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.

"Huh? It really is you guys."

On the outskirts of Takatsuki City, in a vast forest that had already eroded most of Ibaraki City, 17, restored to its original form, tilted its head and looked at the several humans with tattered vine armor in front of it.

"You actually managed to get here. Not bad, you're qualified to be my subordinate."

finished,

Number 17, sitting on the shoulder of the 'human-faced tree', waved.

"Follow."

"Yes, my lord!"

The three remaining 'volunteers' finally felt relieved and carried the 'human-shaped vine' to catch up with the tall tree man.

This is the territory of 'Liuhe', where even firearms are forbidden, let alone heavy artillery and missiles.

With the approval of Lord No. 17, they—

It's finally safe.

Even if it's only temporary.

"here it is,"

As the vines that had bound him came loose, the old professor, who could see again, raised his hand to shield his eyes, and it took him a few seconds to adjust to the sunlight.

"Inside a giant forest?"

"That's right,"

The voice from above made the old professor look up. The three- or four-story-tall 'human-faced tree' stood quietly in front of him, and the speaker was the one sitting on his shoulder:

"Lord Wood Spirit,"

Although the image has changed.

But the old professor wasn't so easily forgotten.

At the same time, the old professor, wearing a white coat, glanced left and right and noticed several people kneeling obediently.

This wood spirit is different from the others.

"Old man,"

The voices from above continued to ring out.
"You say you can help me become stronger? Tell me, if you can't satisfy me—"

Boom!

The 'human-faced tree' under number 17 only took a slight step forward, but the enormous commotion was self-evident.

One punch and that old man would be turned into two little pancakes.

"Yes, please allow me to introduce myself."

The old doctor straightened his white coat.
"I am Susumu Tonegawa, a molecular biologist dedicated to elucidating the genetic principles underlying antibody diversity."

"You're Professor Togan?!"

Several volunteers kneeling behind were shocked.
They were either yakuza or illegal immigrants, but having lived in Osaka for quite some time, they were naturally familiar with this old professor: a Nobel Prize laureate in Medicine, a medical doctor from Kyoto University, and one of the few medical giants in the island nation.

"so?"

But who is number 17?

The wood spirits created by the lazy 'Liuhe' are neither intellectually disabled nor scientifically sound. "Here's the thing, I discovered that the wood spirits' cells also contain a high-energy substance called 'source matter'."

Living organisms release energy by hydrolyzing high-energy phosphate bonds in ATP (adenosine triphosphate), driving all life activities. However, within the bodies of supernatural beings exists another high-energy substance with a breakdown efficiency a hundred times greater than ATP, which is the foundation upon which supernatural forces are built.

This is what is known as 'qi'.

This was the research result of Professor Ohsumi in Tokyo, and Professor Tone, as a top scientist in Osaka, was naturally aware of it as well.

"This 'source material' even exists in these plants,"

Pointing to the giant vines covering the buildings beside him, the white-haired professor continued.

“I can find a way to extract it.”

?

"Will I become stronger if I drink it?"

The old professor nodded in response to the suddenly enthusiastic Wood Sprite No. 17.

"Theoretically yes."

But in reality, only God knows.

What does it matter? Professor Legan only wants to conduct experiments and study these unknown entities.

"very good,"

"Begin your research. All resources in this city are at your disposal!"

With a wave of her hand, No. 17 said that these human resources were meaningless to them anyway.

"no problem."

Professor Togan also smiled.

Osaka Pharmaceutical University, Osaka Institute for Basic Biology, and other institutions are all located in Takatsuki City.

These research institutes all have their own independent electrical systems, and unless they are subjected to deliberate violence, most of their facilities and instruments remain in good condition.

And most importantly: here, he has countless rare experimental materials!
"I can get to work right away!"

The old professor, eager to see the three kneeling figures, pointed to them.

"You all follow the instructions of this old professor."

Hopefully, this guy can give her some surprises.

If not? That doesn't matter, it's just a matter of a slap.

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.

Tokyo,

"Good, the production lines for guns and cannons have been set up."

The book "As I Write" laid out before me depicts a scene of the Second Industrial Revolution, with factories standing tall and billowing black smoke.

In the 'world' created by Akizuki Ritsu, the kingdom known as the 'Black Forest' is mass-producing various firearms: flintlock guns and shoulder-mounted rocket launchers. Their designs are all very 'archaic' and 'rugged,' especially the heavy rocket launchers, which clearly weren't intended for human use.

That's right, these are all prepared for the 'supernatural army'.

In the world of One Piece, carrying a cannon on your shoulder is just basic stuff; these seemingly simple flintlock muskets are actually all automatic.

Its power is in no way inferior to modern weapons. There's no other trick to it; it's just about piling on the materials!
Gunpowder, lots of gunpowder!

As long as enough propellant is loaded, it is entirely possible to make a brick fly with great force.

"In this way, we can make up for the shortcomings of long-range attacks."

In the world of One Piece, guns and cannons also exist.

Even if it's not very useful against skilled players, it's still quite effective at clearing out mobs. Furthermore:

"What kind of master are you if you haven't experienced the baptism of guns?"

Qiu Yuelu does not reject firearms, but in the early stages of the 'supernatural era', firearms have too many advantages—the technological culmination of thousands of years of development on this planet is also the means of killing the most humans. It would be strange to say that they are not powerful.

"Come on, everyone, let's practice how to deal with firearms. This time—"

Then there will be no restrictions on the use of various technological weapons.

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.

Nagoya,
The capital of Aichi Prefecture, and one of the three major metropolitan areas in the island nation.

As one of the five major international trading ports of an island nation, it looks no different from Tokyo and Osaka.

This is only natural. While modern technology has brought people closer together, it has also allowed reinforced concrete buildings to spread across the land like weeds, making almost every city look the same.

The differences between the three major metropolitan areas can only be seen in certain 'historical sites'.

The Osaka metropolitan area represents the 'Kyoto culture' from a thousand years ago; the Tokyo metropolitan area represents the 'shogunate culture' of modern times; while the Nagoya metropolitan area represents the 'Warring States culture' from hundreds of years ago.

That's right, Nagoya was a castle town of the Owari Tokugawa shogunate hundreds of years ago.

Five hundred years ago, a certain famous man, who softly sang "Life is fifty years," seized this place, which was then called "Naguye City," and used it as his starting point to begin his conquest of conquering the world.

Now, as night falls, the modern metropolis once again welcomes its 'master'.

Tap tap,

On the brightly lit streets,

A warhorse was moving slowly, causing passersby to stop in surprise and look over.

"Fifty years on earth is but a tiny speck compared to the heavens."

On the tall "Southern Barbarian Horse" is a middle-aged or elderly man with his hair combed back into a high bun, sideburns, and a mustache: his hair is gray, but he is full of energy. He is wearing a magnificent and heavy armor, a plate armor that is more Western in style, but the details are still in the style of the island nation, with a five-petaled papaya pattern carved on his chest.

"Looking at the affairs of the world, they are like dreams and flowing water. Life is but a fleeting moment, and death is imminent."

"Sir, this gentleman."

Amidst the murmurings of the mounted warriors, a policeman boldly stepped forward.

"Horse riding is prohibited in the city."

While verbally dissuading him, the police officer's lower body was already preparing to flee.

If you suddenly see a mounted samurai in the city, in the past everyone would assume it was 'cosplay'; but now, there's a certain probability that it's a supernatural being.

The reason it's a certain probability is because hundreds or thousands of traces of 'supernatural beings' appear every day throughout the island nation.

In the end, it turned out they were all a group of 'cosplay' enthusiasts.

Or mental illness—

The island nation is known for producing "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), but this doesn't only refer to the second year of junior high school.
Even people in their seventies or eighties can suddenly want to be a little eccentric and go out fully armored; that's perfectly normal.

"Riding is prohibited?"

The man on horseback glanced down slightly.

His eyes seemed to hold the weight of a thousand armies! That gaze made the policeman freeze, and he knelt down with a thud without even realizing it.

"Who has the right to forbid me from riding a horse on this land?"

Saying,

The man slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

"kill."

(End of this chapter)