A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 252 The Fruit of Pain
"The first match was won by Lord Ling!"

As the host, 'The Clown,' loudly announced, the towering waterspout began to dissipate, and the lake dried up out of thin air: in a contest of 'qi,' Matsumoto Jinbe had no chance against Rei, who had already mastered 'Armament Haki.'

"Oooo--"

"A leopard!"

"A leopard!"

"A leopard!"

The audience showered the winner with praise and chanted his name.

Although Ling is a woman, she won cleanly and decisively. Not to mention ordinary spectators, even the contestants themselves, to be honest, couldn't even withstand the first round of the Gale Sword Technique.

The strong naturally earn people's respect.

Is this what a 'hero' is?

In the office of the Chiyoda Metropolitan Police Department Chief of Police in Tokyo, Chief Fujita stood with his fingers interlaced, watching the live broadcast on the screen with a serious expression.

"It's practically a mobile 'natural disaster'."

Whether it's the massive torrent of water released by Jinpei Matsumoto or the tornado blades created by Rei, they are both 'natural disasters' that are difficult for humans to withstand: they may seem small in scale, but they are mobile natural disasters.

If such an attack were to occur in the capital of any country, who could ignore it?

"Don't panic, Director."

Miya Kana comforted the other person, and in doing so, she comforted herself.
"The dragon-slaying holy sword 'Balmongk' is in Rei's hands, and the demonic sword 'Grendel' is in Matsumoto Jinpei's hands; both rely on external forces."

He can't be called a hero!
Such words are merely a form of comfort.

Who says weapons aren't part of a hero's strength?
If everyone had to fight bare-handed, then all swordsmen would instantly lose half their strength.

Moreover, using tools is one of humanity's specialties: airplanes, cannons, aircraft carriers, and warships are the pinnacle of military power.

We can't expect the army to only carry rifles, can we?

"Don't try to comfort me, Hana."

Director Fujita was a man who had seen his share of great things. Tokyo even had 'high-ranking gods'. While the intensity of this Rose Garden Competition was certainly alarming, it wasn't enough to make him too shocked.

For example, the 'divine might' that Rei unleashed yesterday, now that I think about it, is very similar to 'that person's'.

However, unlike that great man whose influence affected millions, Ling's 'divine might' only covered a small part of the battlefield.

"Compared to those who truly hold high positions, they are not even worth mentioning."

While muttering to himself, the director's gaze never left the live broadcast room for a second.

"Director, regarding the handling of Nagano Taro:"

“I want to recruit him.”

Nagano Taro is only an E-class supernatural being, which is nothing to the Metropolitan Police Department of Japan.

After investigation, Miya Hana discovered that this Nagano Taro was surprisingly 'not bad'.

Yes, it's really good.

Previously, the three Nagano brothers were just petty thugs who, at most, would be imprisoned for two years.

After gaining supernatural powers, Erlang and Sanlang immediately became arrogant and turned into ruthless criminals, while only Dalang remained normal.

Whether it was letting the student who withdrew money from the bank go, or his defensive actions after gaining supernatural powers, or his attitude of admitting guilt and feeling remorse after being arrested, all of these actions are very much in line with the values ​​of normal people: this is quite remarkable for a supernatural being.

Even within the Metropolitan Police Department, voices have gradually emerged questioning, "Why should we supernatural beings protect ordinary people?"

In the past, from presidents to beggars, there was essentially no difference between them.

Now, the gap between supernatural beings and ordinary people is greater than that between people and dogs.

Many supernatural beings no longer consider themselves human.

For example, those two reckless and arrogant Jiro Nagano and Saburo Nagano: in their minds, they were already above humanity.

In this situation, someone like Taro Nagano, if recruited into the Metropolitan Police Department, would also be a valuable asset.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you to handle."

At most, Nagano Taro was just an accomplice.

If he was willing to fight for the Metropolitan Police Department, Inspector Fujita would naturally have no reason to refuse.

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The Netherlands, the Great Arena.

"Please let me handle the next round, Lord Ling."

As long as he doesn't go mad, and his appearance perfectly matches the characteristics of an 'effeminate aristocrat,' this is the fate of Dietrich from Italy, who was so charming.

This is no longer a competition, but a grand tournament to seize the throne. There are three battles, and there are no restrictions on whether it's switching opponents or a series of matches. Even a one-versus-three victory is not a problem.

Strength is the reason for being king.

To defeat your opponent is to win.

"it is good,"

Ling did not refuse. She had already consumed a lot of her "qi" by using the "Dragon Sucking Water" move, so it wouldn't hurt to rest for a while.

"Don't lose to me, or you can get out of here."

Upon being met with Ling's cold remark, the effeminate prince Dietrich crossed his arms over his shoulders and instantly entered 'mode'.

"Ahhh, Lord Ling's rebuke feels so refreshing!"

"Just deliberately lose, and then..."

Would that make Ling scold and punish him again?

Just thinking about it makes me feel so incredibly happy!
Is this guy really the 'perfect rider'?

It was indeed Dietrich, but his personality was...well, let's just say it was complicated.

Whatever, I'm not Italian anyway.

[Tsk, so what?]

Does your country have any great heroes? If not, shut up!

On the live chat, Italians were clearly getting impatient and started arguing with people from other countries: So what if he's a pervert? No matter what, he's Italy's 'guardian angel'.

However, these real-world debates are not even worth mentioning in relation to the battles on the ring.

After all, there are no live comments on the stage.

"I'll take charge this time!"

The young knight leaped onto the ring; he was none other than Vigraf, one of Beowulf's men.

"You perverted prince of Beian City, I will defeat you!"

Drawing his sword of loyalty from his waist, the young knight pointed it at Dietrich, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Your existence is an insult to the title of 'King'!"

Dietrich should have been the King of Italy, but he abandoned his duties and exiled himself. His masochistic and perverted behavior made him infamous, naturally drawing the ire of those who value justice.

"Hehehe, the title of King—"

The effeminate prince, wielding the demonic sword 'Exzax,' grinned and spread his hands. "What's the point of something like that?"

"I hate the so-called 'king' the most!"

From a young age, everyone thought he should be the 'king': his father, teacher, mother, and friends.

He had worked hard to grow up according to everyone's 'expectations', but when he looked back in the end, all he could see were corpses scattered on the ground.

In Italian mythology, the famous 'Perfect Knight' spreads his arms, his distorted features contorted with madness:

"Can't people survive without a king?"

Wake up, people—

There is absolutely no need for a king!

???

"Oh my, this great Italian hero has actually uttered a theory of no kingship!"

In the sky,
The "News King" who had been circling around the live broadcast was invigorated.

"In fact, in our world, kings are no longer that important."

Island nations have an unbroken imperial lineage, but the imperial family is merely a figurehead. In other countries, most 'kings' have also faded from the historical stage, replaced by elected presidents, prime ministers, and so on. In a sense, it can indeed be said that the existence of a 'king' is unnecessary.

Is your world like this?

Upon hearing this, Artoria turned to ask her teammates.

"Uh, yes."

Pegasus thought for a moment and then answered.
Island nations do not have a 'king'.

"Oh, I really want to go see it."

A world without a 'king'?

It was hard for Artoria to imagine.

Clang!

The impact, soaring into the sky, sent shockwaves that swept through the stands like a whirlwind, interrupting their conversation. The battle had begun.

"Retract your previous statement,"

He charged forward in fury, slashing at the opponent's demonic sword with his own; Vigraf's rage was palpable.

"You're not just a pervert, you're a madman!"

He angrily denounced the other party's fallacies while simultaneously wielding his sword in fierce attacks.

"No king?"

"Who will lead the people? Who will point out the way forward? It's all absurd!"

Clang!! Clang!! Clang!!

Vigraf's swordsmanship is expansive and powerful, embodying the style of a Norse berserker: relentless and suicidal. Having accompanied Beowulf in slaying dragons, his strength is undoubtedly considerable. He launched a fierce attack from the very beginning, and the scene even seemed to show a degree of dominance over Dietrich.
"Hehehe, the people will find their own way out."

"Don't expect everything from 'the king'!"

As he fought and retreated, Dietrich's facial features became increasingly distorted, displaying an expression that no human could possibly make.

"Should a king be compassionate towards the people? Should a king be selfless? Should a king be brave and fearless?"

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the 'Demon Sword' Exzax, which had grown increasingly larger during the fierce battle, sent Vigraf flying with tremendous force.

"You must be joking—"

"See? I'm already 'excited'."

As if a pervert were stroking the greatsword in his hand, Dietrich's physical 'flag-raising' became increasingly distorted.

The demonic sword, now swollen to the size of a door panel, with its pulsating 'blood vessels' causing countless spectators in the stands to show expressions of disgust.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

Dietrich, in a state of utter madness, opened his arms wide, completely unguarded.

"My teacher taught me to empathize with the suffering of the people, so I went to the slums to experience hunger, cursing, and beatings."

The result was:

"It's cool, it's so cool!"

In front of 100,000 spectators, this seemingly perfect Italian knight's face no longer resembled that of a human.

"What I perceive as pain is clearly pleasure!"

In this situation,
How can he possibly 'show compassion for the people's plight'?

???

"Demon Prince, has your filthy bloodline become so evil?"

The young knight, wielding the 'Hero's Sword,' showed increasing disgust on his face.

Not only did he abandon his duties as 'king,' he couldn't even distinguish between normal 'pain and pleasure.' What a guy—

"You don't deserve to participate in this competition!"

He took a deep breath and stomped his feet: amidst the earth's explosive explosion and countless rocks gushing backward, Vigraf's muscles tensed, his breath circulated within him, and he charged like a mammoth, the longsword in his hand that flashed a crescent moon—it was like a pair of snow-white fangs!

This sword strike was enough to cleave through the city wall.

Clang! ! !
However, amidst the melodious clanging of metal, the 'Heroic Sword' capable of slaying dragons was actually grasped by five fingers.

"call,"

A scorching heat gushed out from his gaping mouth.

"Little knight, my filthy blood."

Grabbing the opponent's sword with his bare hands, the effeminate prince raised his head, his face and hands now covered in scales.

Demon scales!
"It's not just about liking pain."

As he spoke, Dietrich had already thrown a punch with his other hand.

As he threw his punch, a surge of energy erupted, forming a cone-shaped storm that shattered everything in its path and landed on his opponent's chest!
The next moment, a fierce roar suddenly erupted.

boom----! !

A straight 'trajectory' suddenly swept across the arena, slamming heavily onto the transparent barrier like a missile.

The entire arena—no, the entire city of the Netherlands—trembled violently.

If it weren't for the 'Clown's' barrier, this attack would have pierced right through the arena!
"Ah, pain."

Dietrich, whose body was covered in scales, murmured softly in a tone of enjoyment.

"For me, it's not just pleasure, it's also power!"

The more you are beaten, the stronger you become.

This is the power resulting from the fusion of Dietrich's bloodline and the Demon Sword.

(End of this chapter)