A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 236 The Sorrow of the Weak
Adachi Ward, Tokyo.

Wow, that's amazing!

"Can dwarves be this powerful?"

On the street, small groups of young people were watching a live stream on their phones, with baseball bats lying next to them.

Don't get me wrong, they're not athletic teenagers aiming for 'Koshien', but rather a specialty of Adachi Ward: delinquents.

His academic performance was abysmal, and all he had was a restless and uneasy spirit; in the past, the solutions would have been convenience stores, temporary jobs, or joining a biker gang and eventually becoming a yakuza.

However, now, with the promotion of combat sports throughout the island nation, their status has risen dramatically.

"Fool, don't underestimate dwarves!"

A boy wearing a junior high school uniform,
He pushed up his glasses and proudly explained the facts to the others:
According to the "Witch's Prophecy" in the Norse poetic Edda, dwarves were created by the gods from maggots on the corpse of the primordial giant Ymir during the creation of the world.

In Norse mythology,

Odin, Vili, Vi, and other Norse gods joined forces to kill the primordial giant Ymir.

He created the world with his body: his flesh became the earth, his blood became the ocean, his bones became the mountains, and his skull became the sky.

On the corpse, two colors of maggots emerged: the white ones were gentle and delicate, representing elves; while the black ones were crude and savage, representing dwarves.

The dwarves are most famous for their forging skills. The Sindri and Brok brothers even forged Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, and Gungnir, Odin's spear, as well as the Golden Ring of Dropnir and the Golden-Maned Boar Gullingboar, making them veritable wholesalers of artifacts.

They belong to a race that is inherently powerful.

"But weren't all the local contestants looking shocked?"

The middle school student wearing glasses was already confident about answering his classmate's question.

"The supernatural world is stronger the older it is!"

"Most ordinary dwarves have lost most of their power because their bloodline is diluted."

"However, if one's bloodline reverts to its ancestral form, one will possess the power to manipulate earth and stone, which is the origin of this 'King of the Hills'."

Because the appearance of the King of the Hill was so shocking, the news reporter, who was bruised and battered, rushed over and started a live broadcast: the contestants were chased and jumped up and down, and if they were not careful, they would be smashed into mincemeat. When the huge axe and warhammer fell, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, which was extremely shocking.

If it weren't for 'Artoria' and 'Beowulf',

Those ordinary participants, let alone taking away money, will most likely stay on this battlefield.

"Look, our king has entered!"

"Even the king of the hills is no match for our king!"

"Don't jinx it. That's a mythical creature; it's not so easy to deal with. Let's celebrate after we win."

The teenagers looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, the age when violence is most admired, and their eyes shone as they watched the live stream on their phones.

"That's too strong! That's too strong!"

"If I had such power"

"There's a chance! If I can get first place in the school's physical fitness test, or find the 'Ashiya Heritage'."

Although the chances are slim, they are not zero: for a junior high school student like this, it's 100%.

Such power should be used by me.

Simply put, it's just being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

"This era is fantastic!"

These junior high school students remarked that, unlike their 'lifeless' elders, they had a 'bright' future: each of them seemed to have already seen an era of commanding the wind and rain and leaping across rooftops.

"Yeah, I don't want to become a boring adult. Like—"

A middle school student with dyed blonde hair and an exaggerated pompadour looked at a middle-aged man walking down the street.

"That guy."

He was an ordinary office worker: wearing cheap trousers and a tie, and a long overcoat because of the cold weather: a typical island nation's corporate slave who has remained unchanged since the last century.

"That's right, this is our era!"

Currently, most people in the island nation, and even most people in the world, are paying attention to the 'Otherworld' Rose Garden Contest.

Even the 'elimination rounds' are eye-opening, featuring magic that shrinks the world, heroes from all walks of life, as well as gold, treasures, beauties, and various powerful monsters and enemies.

It's overwhelming and inspiring longing and envy. In this situation, the corporate slaves who are still rushing to work are naturally at the very bottom of the social hierarchy: this is something that middle-aged people who don't have time to watch the live stream and are instead hurrying through the streets are well aware of.

The middle school students didn't lower their voices; their mockery and longing reached the middle-aged man's ears.

"This era,"

Is it really that wonderful?

Kenji Fujikido, who was speeding past on the street, could only lower his eyes in response.

good?

What a joke!
Tokyo has suffered several supernatural disasters, and although the death toll has not been released, it is definitely in the millions!
Including the population losses in Osaka and Nagoya, conservative estimates put the figure at tens of millions. Adding those who fled the island nation, if it weren't for the influx of immigrants and mercenaries from various countries, the island nation would have been, if not completely shut down, at least unable to survive.

Even now, it is only through the financial support of various countries that the facade of a 'peaceful world' has been barely maintained.

What's so good about this era?!
Kenji Fujikido did not reprimand the middle school students, because they were not the ones who caused this.

and--

"Isn't that the kind of mindset that's suitable for surviving on this planet?"

The middle-aged office worker sighed. He was nothing but a loser, an incompetent husband, a useless father. What right did he have to scold others?

"Oh my gosh, Miss Artoria is engaged in a fierce battle with the 'King of the Hill'!"

"A powerful blow; even the mountain peaks began to crumble!"

He could hear the excited live broadcast from the giant billboard next to him; but the middle-aged office worker paid no attention and just walked through the streets and alleys, quickly leaving the noise behind, and arrived at the foot of a mountain.

As he climbed the steps, Kenji Fujikido went up the mountain alone. Normally, this place would be bustling with people: as a popular temple in Adachi Ward, it would be filled with worshippers seeking blessings and protection from evil.

Now, just like those middle school students, everyone in the island nation, regardless of age or gender, is taking out their phones to follow the progress of the 'Rose Garden Competition', resulting in the mountain roads being deserted.

For Kenji Fujikido, this is better.

Because he didn't come to pray for blessings or ward off evil, but to pay respects to the deceased.

After passing through the temple gate and giving a slight nod to the young monk who was reluctant to put down his phone, Kenji Fujikido walked straight towards the back of the mountain.

In island nations, temples often double as cemeteries: after someone dies, monks are invited to chant sutras to help them pass on to the afterlife, and then the person is buried in the temple's cemetery. Therefore, monks in island nations are not poor and do not need to engage in any messy side businesses.

As for women?

Many branches of the temple system allow marriage and children, and the inheritance of temples: it is essentially a family business in a certain sense.

"call,"

Arriving at a brand-new cemetery, the middle-aged man walked to the tombstone and clasped his hands together.

"Fuyuko, Tochigi, I've come to see you."

The photo on the tombstone shows a young woman with a gentle smile and a little boy of a few years old.

Kenji Fujikido's wife and son.

Died from a supernatural disaster!
When a hero rises with his sword, another ten years of calamity befall the common people.

Turning the pages of history, every "hero" stands on a foundation of countless bones.

The greater the fame, the greater the casualties: World War II alone saw 80 million deaths. The number of wounded was countless.

Let alone the supernatural era?

"Do you know that the world is becoming more and more chaotic?"

"Now, even other worlds have appeared, where heroes and legendary kings are participating in the 'Rose Garden Tournament' to decide the fate of a nation."

The man squatted in front of the tombstone, slowly recounting recent events, both big and small: details of his life, as well as changes in the supernatural era.

"Osaka's 'Wrath of the Forest,' Nagoya's 'Unification of the Realm,'"

"And there's Rong Hill, where even gods have appeared. So..."

The middle-aged man bowed his head, his hands gripping the tombstone.

"Heaven exists, doesn't it?"

His Dongzi, his childhood sweetheart Dongzi, was so kind; she will surely go to heaven.

And his child, the lovely Fujikito Tochigi, who did nothing wrong, why did he have to suffer such a thing?
Boom!
His fist slammed heavily on the stone platform in front of the tombstone.

The excruciating pain in his hand was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.

"Dongzi, I miss you so much. I want to follow you all every moment!"

But he couldn't die, because the three words "live on" were his wife's dying wish.

Or rather, a curse!

"What meaning does this world have without you?"

Supernatural power is bullshit, supernatural era is bullshit! Everyone only sees the heroes riding the waves of the times, but no one cares about the countless ordinary people who die silently.

"What's the point of my life?"

Boom!
The man slammed his fist heavily on the stone platform again.

A moist sensation came over me, and red began to spread under my fist.

While the strong can certainly blast through fortresses and mountains, for ordinary people, the only result of flesh and blood colliding head-on with stone is to tear their skin and flesh apart.

Glug glug

Perhaps it was the vibration of the fist.

Perhaps the gods and demons noticed the man's grief and indignation, for from behind the tombstone, a round ball the size of a ping-pong ball rolled out.

? !
This is--

The sorrowful Kenji Fujikido was drawn to this thing.

This thing looks like a ping-pong ball, but it emits a soft light that keeps changing, as if the words 'supernatural object' are written on it.

Moreover, people have already shown off their incredible luck online.

"Ashiya inheritance?!"

That's right,

There are people who have found this kind of thing.
After showing off on live stream, he was immediately strangled.

Then he gains supernatural powers and rises to the top!

The only price to pay is height.
what is this?
"Fuyuko, Tochigi, don't you want to see me like this either?"

But even if it's supernatural power, so what? His wife and son will never come back: Kenji Fujikido knows very well that even if there's a way to 'resurrect' someone, it's only for heroes. Ordinary people will ultimately live their lives in obscurity.

Reach out and pick up the ball of light from the ground.

Sure enough, a piece of information surfaced in his mind.

Once he 'confirms' it in his mind, he will immediately possess supernatural powers!
This is the Ashiya legacy that countless people yearn for, the ticket to the supernatural world, the key to controlling one's destiny—at least that's what most people firmly believe.

But Kenji Fujikido was anything but happy.

too late.

(End of this chapter)