A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 263 America's in Trouble? Good News!

"resident Evil?"

"Okay, I understand. I'll pass it on to Lu."

After hanging up the phone, Inoue Kaori turned to Akizuki Ritsu and relayed the message from the Metropolitan Police Department.

“Brother Lu, a supernatural disaster has broken out in America, called ‘Resident Evil,’ similar to zombies in movies. It is speculated to be related to ‘Yamata no Orochi’.”

"This is a good thing,"

As soon as Akizuki Ritsu spoke, the five little figures beside Inoue Kaori immediately chimed in.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"This is a joyous occasion!"

"Hey, don't gloat, we're all human."

"Then let's send them a few tons of origami cranes."

When America suffers misfortune, most countries in the world are 'jubilant', let alone an island nation.

Every time the island nation's economy shows signs of improvement, America immediately arrives with various 'treaties' to show the island nation what a 'powerful economy' truly means.

However, after gloating, we still have to face reality.

"This virus can't be transmitted through the air, right?"

"What's there to be afraid of? America is on the other side of the planet. By the time it spreads here, the whole world will be doomed!"

Take the complaints of a few petty people with a grain of salt; the one who actually makes the final decision is Qiuyue Lü.

"Brother Lu, at America's request, the Metropolitan Police Department wants to ask Kaoru to come and help. What do you think?"

Following protests from the island nation's government,
America changed "island virus" to "zombie virus".

This virus is far too troublesome: once injured, one becomes infected and turns into a 'zombie,' a situation that would terrify even the bravest soldier. Moreover, America requires soldiers to take out loans to work, which hardly aligns with 'heroism.'

Fighting counter-insurgency and bullying the weak is one thing, but what about fighting zombies face-to-face?

Not mutinying on the spot is already considered 'patriotism'.

And not all of them are mindless zombies.

As they continue to devour flesh and blood, the lowest-level zombies will transform into 'mutants' with strength at level E, capable of speeding across buildings.

If the 'mutant' continues to devour and grow stronger, it will become a D-level 'hunter': not only will it be able to withstand bullets and be as agile as the wind, but it will even 'recover' a certain amount of human intelligence, know how to use buildings to avoid heavy weapons, and know how to ambush and use tricks, causing heavy losses to the careless American military.

And beneath the city, a vast sewer system, with its enormous tentacles that devour rats, snakes, and crocodiles, emerges from places where humans gather and devours them en masse.

When bombarded by heavy weapons, they will retreat underground and use human-built structures to defend against human attacks.

This caused great distress in America, with some even suggesting that New York be bombed with a nuclear bomb.

However, who would dare to give such an order?

Capitol Hill was in complete chaos.
Everyone is desperately trying to express their opinions, pretending to be very busy.

In reality, no one wants to take on this responsibility.

"Kaoru's abilities are indeed very suitable for this kind of battlefield."

Qiu Yuelu stroked her chin.

The clones created by the Pen-Pen Fruit are essentially ink, so they are naturally immune to viral infections.

Moreover, the various "Kaoru" can use both firearms and hand-to-hand combat, so there is no issue of "casualties," making them very suitable for dealing with "biological crises."

This 'zombie virus' will not cause supernatural beings to mutate, but if infected, it is still necessary to gather 'qi' to expel it from the body.

Unless someone like Smith or Alexander is a viral parasite, they are not completely immune to the virus.

Let Kaoru make her own decision.

In fact, America wanted the island nation to send all its supernatural beings to help them; however, the island nation was also afraid of losing its supernatural beings, so it dared not agree so easily.

As for the Korean 'Bright Guard'? Given the Koreans' character, I'm afraid the American president would have to kneel before the Taegeukgi flag himself.

I'd rather not humiliate myself: island nations are easier to deal with.

Besides, this virus originated from an island nation.

Shouldn't we bear some responsibility as well?
As the chaos in New York continued to spread, news reached various countries, and many took to the streets in celebration: even if the world were to end tomorrow, it wouldn't stop them from being happy about America's misfortune today.

Many ambitious individuals have turned their attention to New York.

What's wrong with the zombie virus?
I'm just asking you, isn't it supernatural?

Brainless? Wouldn't a brainless person be easier to control? Human ambitions cannot be stopped by a mere virus.

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.

Manhattan Bridge
Manhattan Island is surrounded by water. On the map, it appears to be connected to the Bronx, but upon zooming in, it becomes clear that the two boroughs are separated by the East River.

Therefore, the only way to leave Manhattan is by bridge, tunnel, boat, or plane.

"Hurry up,"

"The Manhattan Bridge is just ahead!"

Along the brightly lit coastline, hundreds of people were running in a dark mass along the road towards this side.

Such a large group should have attracted a large number of zombies, higher-level 'mutants', or even 'hunters'.

Then it quickly turned into an evolutionary feast: but now, the man at the end of the line waved his right arm, blocking the monsters infected by the virus, with a posture of 'one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot break through'.

"Little Elbow, together we are invincible!"

Alexander's right arm had transformed into a long 'whip'.

This whip is over ten meters long. As he swung it, it whistled and ripped through streetlights, trees, and zombies in half!

Even when it lands on a building, it leaves long cracks, increasing its attack power by more than one level.

Devouring, evolving, becoming stronger. This is the 'Blacklight Virus' created by someone.

With this powerful weapon at the rear, the crowd quickly reached the bridge, only to find:
The bridge was blown up!

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"Who did this?!"

"Yahweh, I have donated money to the church."

"Stop shouting, who here hasn't donated money to the church?"

The wealthy and powerful who fled here all looked desperate. They donated money to the church, not because they truly believed in Yahweh; regardless of whether you are devout or not, most Americans at least outwardly believe in Yahweh, so they naturally go to the church to pray and incidentally get a free lunch.

Therefore, churches have a significant influence on voters' preferences.

In every election, pastors from all over the country campaign for their donors.

Unfortunately, the money and connections of the powerful and wealthy have all become useless. No, not entirely useless, because:

"Beep beep beep beep..."

A huge construction vehicle appeared on the other side of the broken bridge.

Along with the engineering vehicles came a large number of fully armed soldiers wearing thick bomb suits.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" "The American government will never abandon anyone."

The ladder above the construction vehicle extended continuously and then slowly descended, forming a temporary 'bridge'.

"Please cross the temporary bridge in an orderly manner. Please do not crowd or push!"

With the temporary bridge in place, these dignitaries finally calmed down and crossed the broken bridge in an orderly fashion: haphazardly pushing and shoving at this point would only ruin their futures. Besides, they had the 'superhero' Alexander and numerous bodyguards to hold them off.

Soon, the crowd crossed the temporary bridge and arrived at the main bridge.

This bridge has now become a massive military camp!

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

What greeted them was the dark muzzle of a gun.

"Please enter the quarantine area in an orderly manner to ensure that no one is carrying the 'zombie virus': This is for everyone's safety, please cooperate."

Under the dark muzzle of a gun, whether they were Wall Street tycoons or celebrities from the arts and sports world, they all obediently cooperated.

The kind of plot where carelessness leads to the injured being put on planes, ships, and shelters, resulting in the total annihilation, has been overdone in movies. Reality is certainly not that stupid: the entire bridge is divided into sections that can be blown up at any time; ensuring that even if a virus invades, a response can be made.

"Hey, this is discrimination—"

At the end of the line, Old Black, clutching his own skin, instinctively played this card when faced with the requirement.

"Tony, shut up!"

Alexander gestured with his chin to shut his brother up.

"Go get tested for the virus, and be a good boy/girl."

Not only Tony, but also his aunt's family.

This cooperation brought a sigh of relief to the many American soldiers. They had all witnessed this 'superhero' tearing numerous zombies to shreds on the other side of the broken bridge before leaping over and landing on this side.

"Give way, give way."

Behind the soldiers who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, a refined-looking man in a suit and tie emerged.

"Put down your guns, put down your guns, guys."

The man in the suit faced the group of soldiers and pressed his hands down.

"This is our hero, not our enemy."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers all lowered their guns: in reality, it was an order from their superiors via their earpieces, to cooperate with the man in the suit.

“Alex,”

After the soldiers put down their guns, the man in the suit and tie turned around and warmly opened his arms.

"Welcome back. Sorry I'm late."

“Dear Michelle,”

Alexander smiled and stepped forward, giving the other a big bear hug; as the other stiffened, he whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, the virus on me won't infect you."

"Good, good, good!"

Congressman Michelle excitedly patted the other person on the shoulder, looking every bit the 'close friend,' and went all out.

"Alex, can the doctors give you a physical exam?"

After a warm hug, the senator forced himself to speak.

"Don't worry, they would never dare to hurt you, but... but..."

"I understand,"

The young, black man, Alexander, was quite easy to talk to.

"I also want to know how powerful I am now."

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Not just Congressman Michelle,
Lieutenant General Thomas and the President of America, who were watching the entire event through numerous cameras on site, both breathed a sigh of relief.

What they fear most is that this 'Superman,' after gaining power, will think he is above the federal government, act arbitrarily, and even engage in violent conflict.

If that were the case, it would not only fail to be an aid, but would also cause enormous casualties.

If we can cooperate, that would be wonderful.

A few minutes later, they were surrounded by numerous high-tech instruments.

"incredible"

"The virus actually merged with Mr. Alexander's body?"

"This is a symbiotic phenomenon. How is that possible?"

With his arms outstretched, Alexander was surrounded by a group of experts and professors who were examining him and exclaiming in amazement. The young Alexander remained calm and composed, unlike his older, more experienced self.

"Alex, you are so lucky!"

Even the delegate Michelle, who was sent to the scene, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"New York City has now seen over three million cases of infection, except for you."

"Luck? No, no, no,"

The young black man being examined by the experts looked like a charlatan.

"I originally thought I was going to die too."

"But in my distress, I kept calling on the name of the Lord, and finally—the Lord answered me!"

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Amidst the bewildered yet impressive expressions of the crowd, Lao Hei continued his eloquent speech.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for the Lord is with me; the Lord’s rod and the Lord’s staff, they comfort me.

After saying that, he even made the sign of the cross with reverence.

"Amen."

On a dark face,

It looked as if white light was about to emerge.

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"Amen,"

"Thank God!"

In this situation, whether it was members of parliament, experts, or even soldiers on the periphery, everyone made the sign of the cross.

Whether others believe it or not, Alexander the Great believed it.

Thus, these people are all witnesses to his miracles!
Alexander's willingness to seize every opportunity to earn 'points' is also the reason why he was able to move from the slums to Manhattan.

Even someone nodded in agreement.

It's a talent.

(End of this chapter)