A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 32 Only in Dreams is There Happiness

"Dream?"

Or reality?

Sitting up from his hospital bed, the middle-aged man, Takumi Oshima, was panting heavily.

He instinctively clutched his head with both hands, and as his reason gradually returned, those memories became clearer.

Under immense academic pressure, the son, Hui, suffered a mental breakdown. He picked up a kitchen knife, stabbed his wife to death, injured himself, and then committed suicide!

"No, no, no, I don't want that kind of thing!!"

These cold memories brought the middle-aged man to the brink of collapse.

He goes to work every day to earn money, while his wife does housework and takes care of the children. They both love their children and hope that Hui can have a brighter future.

Why is this happening? What went wrong? Where exactly did things go wrong?

Snapped,
"What's wrong, honey?"

"Calm down, Dad."

Familiar voices rang out from both sides, startling the middle-aged man who was on the verge of fainting again, causing his pupils to dilate violently.

Look up and look left and right.

A young housewife in loungewear, and a boy in a shirt and tie.

Clean and unharmed, just like before.

"Zhencheng, Hui, are you alright?!"

Am I dreaming?
No, even if it's a dream, as long as his wife and son are still alive, he's willing to indulge in it.

What's wrong with the world of dreams?
"Dad, what could possibly happen to us?"

The boy sighed helplessly.
"You're the one in trouble. You were in a car accident on your way to work and have been unconscious for several days."

Car accident?

Just as the middle-aged man was bewildered, the young housewife next to him raised her hand and covered his forehead.

"You don't have a fever. The doctor said that as long as you wake up, you'll be fine."

? ?
A warm sensation came from my forehead.
The middle-aged man, Takumi Oshima, was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his hand:

"it hurts,"

He pinched his cheek, and the intense pain convinced Takumi Oshima that this was the real world!

So, what happened before—

"Hahahaha!"

He pulled his wife and son into his arms and burst into laughter.

I was laughing, and then I started crying.

"Waaaaah!"

"Zhencheng, Hui, I had a nightmare."

"In his dream, Hui, forced to study by us, ended everything with a kitchen knife."

The middle-aged man trembled uncontrollably at the thought of the scene in his dream. Why hadn't he noticed his son's unusual behavior sooner? Studies are important, but they aren't everything in life! Fortunately, fortunately:
"It's all a dream, it's all a dream!"

"Yes, it was all just a dream."

The young housewife patted Takumi Oshima on the back.

“It’s all over now, our family will always be together.”

"Dad, I'm sorry."

The boy next to him also comforted the middle-aged man.
"It must be because I didn't do well on my recent exams, and that's why you've had to worry about me."

"As long as you are all well, I'm satisfied!"

Holding his wife and children,

The middle-aged man smiled happily.

"Dad, let's get discharged from the hospital."

"Let me help you take these things off."

With the help of his wife and son, Takumi Oshima walked to the hospital bed, opened the door to the ward, and felt an immense sense of 'satisfaction' as he smelled various disinfectants in his nostrils and heard groans from other wards: it was so good to be able to live with his family.

"let's go."

"Um,"

The family of three left the hospital room.

I ran into a nurse who came to change my IV fluids: her face first showed surprise, then turned to terror!
Clang,

The medical kit she was carrying fell to the ground, spilling medicine all over the floor.

thud,

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The nurse's face was contorted; it was an expression of utter disbelief!

?

"Nurse, I want to be discharged."

"Honey, we've already been discharged. This way, please."

The young 'wife' pulled Oshima Takumi away, while his 'son' Oshima Teru politely thanked the nurse, who responded with her mouth agape but made no sound, only shaking her head and slapping the ground frantically.

Tears flowed freely!

"The nurses at this hospital are so rude."

Takumi Oshima was indignant about this, wondering if his son was really that terrifying.

"Never mind, maybe the nurses' job is too stressful."

With the comfort of his wife and children, the Oshima family of three left the hospital.

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"what?!"

"To die and rise from the dead, this—"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's main laboratory, Inspector Fujita, who was discussing "anti-supernatural operations" with Lieutenant General Thomas, suddenly raised his voice eight octaves after hearing the report.

"Director, we don't know if this counts as 'resurrection'."

The secretary, who rushed over to report, racked her brains trying to find the right words to accurately describe the events, as this 'supernatural event' was far too bizarre.

"The target's name was Takumi Oshima, an ordinary office worker." "Five days ago, his son, Teru Oshima, unable to cope with the pressure of his studies, stabbed his parents with a kitchen knife and then committed suicide."

Mother Makoto Oshima and son Teru Oshima were pronounced dead after all efforts to save them failed, while only Takumi Oshima remained in a coma.

According to the doctor, his health is actually fine.

Tap tap tap,

Amidst hurried footsteps,
As everyone left the laboratory, the secretary quickly gave a report.

"It's because he suffered a severe mental shock and fell into self-isolation."

This is easy to understand. The sudden loss of one's family and the murderer being one's own son is something that would be hard for anyone to accept.

If things ended here...
That would just be a typical case of educational failure.

but--

"Just now, we received a call from the hospital."

"Several witnesses saw the Oshima family of three leave the hospital!"

?

"Resurrection, this is no ordinary supernatural power!"

Lieutenant General Thomas, who was also hurrying along beside him, suddenly became serious. Throughout the myths and history of various countries, countless emperors, generals, and even scientists have devoted themselves to the research of 'immortality'. Even now, the technology of cryopreservation of corpses is still very popular in America.

Hoping that one day, they can be 'resurrected'!
"Yes, Lieutenant General."

The secretary reported as she walked.
"So we checked the morgue immediately: the bodies of Oshima Makoto and Oshima Teru were still there!"

So the question arises: what exactly is the 'Oshima family' that many people witnessed?

The thought of this problem sends chills down one's spine.

"Nakano area?"

“I remember Ms. Yamoto is nearby,”

No matter what it is, it's impossible to pretend to be deaf and dumb: Director Fujita immediately gave the order.

"The third and fourth 'Special Operations Teams' shall immediately proceed to Nakano Ward. At the same time, notify Miya Hana and request Ms. Yamoto to provide on-site military support."

According to the hospital, the Oshima family behaved like normal people: but the body was still in the morgue, and the person was right in front of them—the fact that they weren't scared to death on the spot is a testament to the hospital staff's good physical condition.

What kind of extraordinary thing is this?
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"Impressive, to create such a realistic 'dream' on the first try."

Amidst the chaos atop Nakano Hospital, a classically beautiful woman in black stands watching the Oshima family leave in a taxi: to an unsuspecting observer, they appear to be a typical family of three.

But in reality, it was all just a dream.

Belongs to Takumi Oshima
A lucid dream.

Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Kirin Form

The Devil Fruit ability of 'Kiringom Saint,' a member of the Celestial Dragons' armed force, the Knights of God.

As elites among the Celestial Dragons, all members of the Knights of God possess extraordinary Devil Fruit abilities. Their 'Kirin Fruit' has abilities beyond transformation and hypnosis; its most powerful ability is to turn dreams into reality.

That's right, the bigger the dream, the more terrifying the reality!
Of course, all Devil Fruits have their limits. Whitebeard couldn't shatter the Red Line with a single punch, and the same applies to the Kirin Fruit.

However, it must be said that this middle-aged man is exceptionally gifted when it comes to 'dreaming'. He created his wife and children as soon as he obtained the 'incomplete' Kirin Fruit ability, and they were so lifelike that they looked like real people.

The reason it's incomplete is because someone locked the access; aside from 'dreaming,' he can't transform into a Qilin.

after all--

"No matter how you look at it, this fruit should be called 'Dream Eater'."

Creating dreams—isn't that the domain of the 'dream-eating tapir'?

Why a Qilin?
The answer is: Oda knows absolutely nothing about One Piece!

Leaving aside this issue, the dark-skinned beauty, now a "noble person," fades into the shadows, ready to watch the show unfold: how should the island nation's government respond to this bizarre scene?

Regardless of the outcome, someone will gain experience with the ability to 'dream'.

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at the same time,

Another colleague of the 'benefactor'
A military commander from the Heian period is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, resting in a corner of Yoyogi Park.

Operating on multiple fronts is mentally exhausting. The fact that Akizuki Ritsu, the mastermind behind everything, is causing trouble everywhere is essentially a form of training: and a very intense one at that.

"My lord,"

Floating beside him, acting as a guard, 'Mikoto': Tanaka Taiji hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"explain,"

With your eyes closed,

The Heian warrior, standing like a statue, spoke softly.

"My lord, you have arranged a contest with America in three days. Perhaps, no, there is a high probability that they will not keep their appointment."

Last night, this lord slaughtered all the nobles and high-ranking officials from those island nations and America in one fell swoop. Then he left behind an old officer who only had three days left to live, and ordered him to bring America's 'strongest man' to him.

But what strongmen does America have?
For a fighting champion among ordinary people, standing for even a second in the face of a supernatural being is a victory.

At least that's how Tanaka Taiji sees it, so:
"The other side will definitely resort to underhanded tactics and prepare all sorts of high-tech weapons."

"Tanks, fighter jets, aircraft carriers, and even—"

Nuclear bomb!

The current Tanaka Taiji,
Or perhaps 'Mikoto' is simply a weapon, and its master is this mysterious samurai from the Heian period.

Of course, he would consider his master's interests: as for betrayal, forget about it; with just a thought from the other party, he could be annihilated: he wouldn't even be able to become a sword spirit.

"It doesn't matter,"

The 'samurai' remained remarkably calm while sitting and waiting.

"I just want to see just how powerful the weapons of this era really are."

Anyway—he's just a 'clay doll,' so even if a nuclear bomb explodes right in front of him, how could it possibly hurt Akizuki Ritsu from a distance?

That's right, this 'Samurai clone' is essentially a clay doll created by the 'Clay-Clay Fruit'. It's indestructible, indestructible, and doesn't have to worry about losing its cool factor: it's perfect for testing the power of modern weapons.

Whether before or after her time travel, Qiu Yueli's understanding of the power of modern weapons remained limited to what she saw in videos.

I'll have to experience it for myself eventually!
At the same time, I'll also announce the arrival of the 'Supernatural Era'.

(End of this chapter)