A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 289 Human Malice

"Ah Jian, what brings you here too?"

Amidst a bustling construction site, the young policeman scratched his head in response to Director Fujita's questioning.

"Ambushed and assassinated"

"Who is the other party?"

"Didn't see clearly"

Such a response made Director Fujita adjust his non-prescription glasses.

If this weren't Yomotsu Hirasaka, the director would definitely have someone verify whether this guy in front of him is a supernatural special agent from their Metropolitan Police Department.

"Well, the other person was also a supernatural being, and I had just turned down my boss's offer to hire me, so I was distracted. Therefore—"

Ah Jian also understood that his death was too 'hasty', so he forced himself to explain.

He's a supernatural special police officer, after all.
As a result, he was stabbed to death in the street, a disgrace so great that he would die in the afterlife; the strange looks from his colleagues made Ah Jian feel like he had thorns in his back.

They also had something to say: If even a supernatural special police officer like Ah Jian died so mysteriously, it's even more normal for ordinary police officers like themselves to die in the line of duty.

"call,"

With a long sigh of relief, Director Fujita decided to stop dwelling on the issue.

"Where is Superintendent Hana Mitani?"

"Forehead,"

This question caused the many police officers who had "died" to look at each other.

"explain."

Director Fujita's authority remains undiminished.
Moreover, even in 'Yomihirasaka', the director, entrusted with establishing 'the underworld', is still a figure above all others.

"Yes, Superintendent Miyako has gone missing."

"But before I died, I heard that the experts from Section Four had all been taken away."

"Even the factories in Edogawa Ward have been occupied by unknown forces."

A police inspector gave a cautious report, the meaning of which was self-evident.

There is a traitor in the team!

"It was Hana who did it."

Director Fujita will be able to confirm immediately.

To be able to take away the weapons expert from the Fourth Division and occupy the weapons factory in Edo District requires considerable strength and influence.

Hana Miyako possesses both: her best friend, Kazuka Iori, has D+ level power; and her 'Iori Group' continues to expand while cooperating with the Metropolitan Police Department amidst a series of supernatural disasters, wielding various weapons and possessing considerable strength.

"Inspector Mitani actually?"

"What is she doing!"

Hearing this conversation, the other police officers became agitated.

The second-in-command of the Metropolitan Police Department actually led a group to poach the department's armed forces; it's simply—

All we can say is that the police officers who died in the line of duty at this time were truly 'good people'.

Not only are they loyal to their duties, but they are also simple-minded.

Do not form cliques, and do not fear tasks.

Because they were 'good people,' they died the fastest.

When chaos reigns, people die trying to stop riots, being purged by their superiors, or being betrayed by their colleagues. In times of chaos, people act based on their stance, not on 'justice'.

Lacking strength, one is inevitably destined to be crushed to pieces when standing in the face of the tides of time.

"alright,"

Director Fujita raised his hand, stopping the chaos among his old subordinates.

“Those are matters for the living. What we need to consider now is establishing the ‘underworld’.”

The "clothes-stealing woman" granted him the right to judge and also gave him a "mirror of good and evil": through this mirror, one can see the deceased's "memories" from their previous life, thus better deciding what the deceased should be reincarnated as: currently there are only two options, animal and human.

Souls that have passed through this 'screening'

They will be directly reborn onto another page of 'As I Write', filling the fairy tale world.

"Everyone, let's get to work."

At Chief Inspector Fujita's clapping, the police officers sprang into action.

They led people out to gather 'souls' in the mists of the underworld; they moved stones to build the 'underworld' for future offices; and they captured evil spirits, those 'monsters' that had gone mad and merged.

In short, even after death, they begin their 'underworld life' under someone's arrangement.

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.

In the 'living world',
Tokyo remains in turmoil.

Nakano Ward, Oshima Residence: A stench of blood permeates the air around this detached house, the smell of the Metropolitan Police Department elites who were secretly protecting the 'Oshima family' being murdered in the rooms and cars.

Step, step, step,

With each step leaving a bloody footprint, the masked samurai knocked on the door of the Oshima family's residence.

Knock knock knock,

"Who?"

As Mrs. Oshima opened the door, before she could react, a flash of light swept past her.

puff,

After the light faded,

A red line gradually thickened on her neck.

The next second, the woman's head began to slide off: before it hit the ground, it was caught by a hand.

"Ah?"

Holding the woman's head, which remained unclosed in death, the masked warrior sneered.

"It's made to look just like the real thing."

"Who?!"

"What did you do—"

Hearing the noise at the door, the two men in the room turned around and their expressions changed drastically.

"Mother!"

Amidst a mournful cry, 'Oshima Teru' suddenly lunged forward.
His strength is around D-level, which is quite impressive in the supernatural realm. His pounce was as fast as a cheetah and as fierce as a tiger.

pity--

Pfft

The sword flashed,
Despite instinctively using 'paper drawing' to dodge, Teru Oshima was still unable to avoid a wound that slanted down from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Boom!
The boy's upper body slid to the ground, his gruesome state of being cut in half at the waist, and came into view of the middle-aged man behind him.

"Hui?! Zhen Cheng—"

The middle-aged man stumbled, fell to his knees, and cried out in despair.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's all the fuss about?"

The masked samurai, who had killed 'two people,' tossed the woman's head aside, and it rolled to the middle-aged man's feet. His words were even more chilling and despairing than the scene itself.

"This is nothing more than a 'puppet' created by your supernatural powers."

“Oshima Takumi, Baku: It’s time to wake up from the dream.”

???

"What...what did you say?"

"What grudge do we have against you that you would do this?"

Takumi Oshima, who looks like an ordinary middle-aged office worker, tremblingly reaches out, picks up his wife's head, and questions the murderer in front of him with tears streaming down his face.

"hatred?"

"There is no such thing."

A sneer came from beneath the mask of the demon warrior.
"I knew you wouldn't want to face 'reality,' so I specially brought 'them' along too—"

Snapped,

With a snap of his fingers, the masked samurai unleashed a deafening roar!
The wall of the house was smashed through: a truck crashed into the house, with half of its cargo bed inside.

In other words, they broke through the wall by reversing.

These are not the key points.
"Come on, open your eyes wide and see clearly what the 'truth' is."

Reaching the front of the carriage, the masked samurai flashed his long sword and sliced ​​the carriage open.

Thump, thump,

Two long, rectangular 'machines' fell out, instantly filling Takumi Oshima with a deep-seated fear!
It was a kind of terror that he absolutely did not want to face, a terror deep in his memory and in the depths of his life.

"No, no, no, no, don't—"

However, how could the other party possibly listen to him?

With another flash of light, the two high-tech ice coffins were sliced ​​open.

Amidst the pervasive chill, two people were revealed inside.

No, it should be called two 'corpses'.

Oshima Makoto, Oshima Teru!

In an instant, Oshima Takumi's trembling pupils contracted to pinpoints.

"So, do you remember now?"

The masked samurai's long sword slashed through the air, instantly tearing the surgical gowns on both of them, yet without harming the corpses in the slightest; beneath the torn gowns, stitches were revealed.

"Your wife and your son are long dead."

The masked samurai's words were like daggers to the heart.

"You're nothing but a pathetic wretch lost in your own 'dream,' now—"

It's time to wake up.

"ah,"

Witnessing all of this,
Oshima Takumi, kneeling on the ground, had lost the ability to speak.

He desperately reached out, trying to grab his loved ones: but they were just two corpses.

"Ahhh!"

His stiff neck drooped little by little, and what came into Takumi Oshima's eyes was a mass of pitch-black matter: like the black mist in a dream, it was constantly dissipating.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

I remember it now, I remember everything.

The high-pressure academic pressure on his son, the busy schedule of himself and his wife, and the time that ultimately led to the tragedy were all created by his abilities to make his wife and children seem happy as a family, but in reality, it was just self-deception.

"Why? Why! Why—"

How can we make him remember all of this?
With her hands covering her face, tears of blood streamed down her face through her fingers.

"Kill you!"

The next moment, endless darkness erupted from beneath his feet.

boom--

The Oshima mansion suddenly exploded.

The endless 'Kuroshio', as vast as mountains and as deep as the sea
A deafening roar, like a landslide or a tsunami, erupted from the location of Takumi Oshima and spread outwards.

But what was most terrifying was not the black waves, but the countless, densely packed arms desperately reaching outwards from the bursting waves.

An aura of madness, fear, and despair spread out.

It's like thousands of evil spirits trapped in the underworld, making a desperate and futile struggle before they are about to drown;

It's like a desperate soul in the deepest hell, trying to drag every person it catches into it, to plunge them into eternal darkness and never be redeemed!

What they saw was like a living hell summoned to the human world, enough to terrify anyone; however, the masked warrior, who was on the outer edge of the wave and leaping backward, just smiled coldly at the sight of this surging 'black tide'.

"Are you finally willing to face reality?"

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

From the heart of the Black Tide comes the dying roar of a wild beast: it is Takumi Oshima, whose dream has been shattered and who is forced to face the despairing reality.

This supernatural being is considered a taboo figure within the Metropolitan Police Department. More than utilizing his power, the department fears his potential for spiraling out of control—the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" that wreaked havoc in Tokyo and Osaka is essentially the same power as Takumi Oshima's.

They are all abilities of nightmares.

However, Takumi Oshima's abilities
When he is lucid, he can only create two things: a 'wife' and a 'son'.

Even if it went out of control, the dream monsters it created were incomparable to that 'Tai Chang' in terms of strength and scale.

But now, with his peaceful life shattered by this masked samurai, the desperate Takumi Oshima has unleashed his full power!
The power of the Mythical Zoan-type Kirin Fruit.

The black 'tide' spread out, quickly covering the surrounding buildings and streets.

Everywhere you looked, blackness was writhing, stirring, and throbbing, like countless seeds eager to sprout. Finally, except for the arms, the evil spirits in the blackness began to struggle and emerge, standing up.

Countless twisted evil spirits, men and women, young and old;

They were all dressed in mourning clothes, wearing triangular 'heavenly crowns', and stretching out their withered, rotting arms.

Like the zombie horde in 'Resident Evil', it spreads outwards in an impenetrable manner: the difference is that it is not a physical entity and is immune to all physical attacks.

"Not bad."

The masked samurai was very satisfied with the surging black tide.

The next second, he turned around and suddenly accelerated!
D-class speed and full firepower

They sped away.

???

"Stop! Stop, you beast—"

Takumi Oshima only possesses a fragmented 'Kirin Fruit' ability, which allows him to create nightmare monsters but lacks a powerful physical body.

In the blink of an eye, the other party disappeared without a trace.

All that remained was the impotent rage of a middle-aged man:
"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

(End of this chapter)