A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 122 Love is fickle, people change in secret; old haunts are like dreams, leaving only heartbreak.

"Wow, is this really Takatsuki City?"

Beneath his gleaming metallic power armor, Kazuma, now a high-tech warrior, shaded his eyes with his hand as he gazed at the city covered in greenery, marveling at the sight.

"It's so illogical that it turned into this overnight!"

It's as if you're some kind of scientific genius.

These words made the accompanying Metropolitan Police Department personnel inwardly grumble, but naturally they wouldn't say such things aloud.

"Mr. Tree, I'm counting on you for this operation."

"Um,"

A 'Tree Man' shaped like a large tree nodded.
He stood in the city, truly and perfectly blending in; theoretically, this should have been his home turf. On the contrary, it was the clay doll, 'Kazuma', who...
"Before you go in, Kazuma, try it out first and see if these plants will suppress you."

It would be ridiculous if you were to get entangled and sucked by plant vines and die on the spot.

"No problem,"

The clay figurine 'Hezhen' is full of confidence.

"With this armor, ordinary attacks can't hurt me."

After repeated studies, the island nation's government and experts announced that 'Wajin' was just a lump of mud.

It may seem like a pointless question, but if we think about it from a different perspective: since it's soil, could we install armor on it, or even bury equipment in the soil?

Without further ado, the government's experts came up with a brilliant idea: to create an exoskeleton for Kazuma. After all, he was just a clay doll, not flesh and blood, so the experts could do whatever they wanted with him.

Thus, the high-tech warrior with a 'mud-driven' interior made its dazzling debut.

"Look at my-"

Clang, clang, clang,
The towering exoskeleton armor, the 'Clay Doll,' strode forward, the 'chainsaw swords' on its arms buzzing.

brush,

With a single slash, the vine, as thick as a person's waist, was severed in half.

"Ha, the power of technology is truly amazing!"

No no no,
It has nothing to do with technology in essence.

The people at the Metropolitan Police Department continued to complain internally.
A normal person could not withstand the weight of such an exoskeleton armor.

After 'Kazuma' became a 'possessed object', his power was enhanced: what drove his tall figure was naturally a powerful force.

With current technology, a mature exoskeleton device has not yet been developed; however, given the current demand, it is believed that a finished product will be available soon.

Many things are not impossible to make, but rather impossible to make in a way that offers the right value for money.

Like jetpacks and ground effect vehicles.
"Let's go, everyone."

Seeing Kazuma transformed into a 'high-tech warrior' in front of him, wildly hacking away with his chainsaw sword, 'Mr. Tree' waved his hand.

He led a supernatural team consisting of objects such as tables and kitchen knives;
With the assistance of the Metropolitan Police Department's 'supernatural special police',
We set off into the forest.

aims:

Supernatural fruit.

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.

Bang,

boom! !

The bullet whistled out and accurately hit a 'Tree Man', engulfing its 'face' in a deafening explosion.

"Master, the surrounding vines have gone berserk!"

"We must leave as soon as possible,"

Kaori Inoue was well aware of the reminders given by the little figures following her.

"Um,"

Using attacks like explosions and flames in this 'urban jungle' would provoke the forest to go berserk, but for the sake of the 'supernatural fruit,' this risk is completely acceptable to her.

brush--

The girl's figure flew to the fallen tree-man, and with her other hand she drew a short sword.

This is the island nation's government's 'secondary weapon,' the blade of which gleams with iridescent light—the light refracted by polycrystalline diamond.

Tear

A single slash with the short knife sparked a wild imagination in this 'tree man'.

Got it.

Sure enough, there was a 'fruit' inside that emitted a soft white light and had cloud-like patterns on its surface.

She yanked the fruit out and stuffed it into the pocket at her waist. As the vines, which raged like pythons, surrounded her, the girl pushed off with her feet and flew forward.

Jump, push off the wall, reach out—grab the balcony of the building in front, use your arms and waist to generate power, and lightly flip up.

Rumble rumble rumble~~~!!
A large number of thick vines slammed heavily onto the building.
The walls are cracking and the ceiling is collapsing!

Leaping and soaring above the collapsing buildings, the disaster always lagged behind the girl;
Kaori Inoue quickly shook off the vines and gracefully leaped to a higher building.

"That's about enough."

The Metropolitan Police Department is no slacker; after a night of intense work, they have gathered almost all the information and data about the characteristics of these plants.

What kind of attacks would enrage them, what scale of rampage would occur, and how far away they would need to be to calm down—all of these have been scientifically modeled. While there are certainly errors, they are perfectly acceptable as a reference.

"Successful!"

"Great~~"

Amidst the clapping and cheering of the other 'little people' floating around Kaori, Number Two crossed his arms and looked serious.

"That was too easy,"

"To get a 'supernatural fruit' so easily, could it be—oh dear!"

"Shut up!"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute."

The other little people rushed up and started punching and kicking him, and this "number two" couldn't utter a single nice word.
"That won't do, big sister."

Just as things were getting chaotic,
A childish voice sounded.

? !
Kaori Inoue looked up.

I saw a little girl wearing a loose orange hunting robe and with thick bangs, floating in mid-air.

"Six Harmonies?"

This outfit,

It was repeatedly mentioned in the Metropolitan Police Department's intelligence reports:

'Rokugo' is one of the twelve shikigami under Abe no Seimei.

It belongs to the kind of terrifying entity that you can "retreat immediately upon seeing it and avoid being held accountable."

"That's right,"

The little girl-like 'Liuhe' smiled.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the 'cloud-patterned fruit' in Inoue Kaori's hand.

“Big sister, this ‘spiritual power fruit’ is meaningless to you—it’s something I cultivated for those ‘good-for-nothings’ who have no talent.”

In the understanding of 'Rokugo': In Heian-kyo a thousand years ago, if someone didn't even have 'ki' (vital energy), would they still be considered a human?
But there were always noble sons who lacked talent and didn't work hard enough.

Then we can only turn to 'external forces'.

"So, big sister, you've 'cheated'."

This is her 'special' reward for the warriors of this era: as long as they can kill the tree people, they can reap such a reward.

"Feel sorry,"

Kaori Inoue had also considered the current situation.

"This fruit was picked for my beloved. May I take it with me?"

"Of course it is——"

Rumble, rumble! !
Thick vines stretched skyward around the building.

The little girl shook her finger.

"No."

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.

"Come on, all of you, come at me!!"

On the other side of the city, a one-armed boy, seemingly insane, burst out of his house and charged at the vines on the street.

The intense breathing produced a high concentration of carbon dioxide, causing the plants, which were originally absorbing sunlight, to rush towards the boy.

Absorbing the flesh and blood of animals is also a way for them to survive: eating plants from animals is not uncommon in the world of One Piece. (Swish, swish, swish, swish)

Only one arm remained, yet it flashed with the light of a blade!
After consuming the 'Cloud Pattern Fruit', Urabe no Zhang's strength, speed, and physique were all enhanced.

Relying on his superhuman physique, he wielded a long sword with incredible skill, completely protecting him and preventing the vines from advancing an inch.

But what's the point?
Plants are plants after all, even if they have carnivorous and aggressive characteristics.

These vines are still not animals; they don't know how to think. They simply continue to surge from all directions, trying to overwhelm the boy, according to their own plans.

Then it was chopped into broken vines scattered all over the ground, and then decomposed and absorbed by smaller plants, returning to the world.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Why, why—"

Blinded by anger and despair, Bu Buzhang didn't care about anything else and swung his knife purely on instinct, determined to wipe out all the plants in front of him.

But how is that possible?

After cutting for a long time, they only managed to clear away the vines from half a street.

Moreover, as these vines fell, more tiny vines sprouted from the large wreckage and began to take root and sprout.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Chop... I'll chop them all down!"

He raised his long sword again, but unfortunately, his internal energy had been completely depleted by this frenzied outburst.

He had barely taken half a step when his knees buckled, and he collapsed forward, utterly powerless.

And from the direction of the fall, tiny vines were already wriggling towards them:

Maybe if I die, I can see Yui again?
The boy who witnessed all of this,

Closed his eyes.

Snapped,

"I'm not dead?"

When Bu Buzhang opened his eyes again, what he saw was a strange—no, a familiar—ceiling.

The ceiling of Yui's house!
To give Yui a 'surprise,' Urabe Akira didn't video call her for a year.

But Yui is a girl, and she sends me all sorts of selfies every day.

In a sense, Bu Buzhang is very 'familiar' with her new home.

"Die what?"

A hoarse voice came from the side.
"You idiot! Didn't you see the last message Yui sent on her phone?"

Live on, forget me.

Recalling the message that hadn't been sent, Bu Buzhang sat up from the sofa and covered his face with one hand in anguish.

"I...I know, but...but—"

"No buts!"

Rei Nikore cupped Abe no Sho's face in her hands, and her earnest gaze met the boy's eyes.

"Live on,"

"Only by surviving can we have a future!"

"This is Yui's wish. If something unfortunate happens to you, would you want Yui to give up on herself?"

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Ling."

Everyone understands the principle, but no one can face the sight of their childhood sweetheart's 'corpse' with equanimity.

"I will live! I will avenge Yui and wipe out these plant pests!"

However, with his current strength, he can't even wipe out the vines on one street.

"Well, I believe you."

The girl named Niko Rei embraced the grieving and hateful boy, pressing his face against her chest, and her maternal instincts were overwhelmed.

"I will help you too, let's stop this disaster together."

As for how to stop it, that's a matter for the future.

Only by surviving can we have a future.

"Thank you, Ling, thank you—"

? !
A chill ran through me, and my whole body stiffened!
The boy, who had just received comfort, was facing out the window, so he saw:
"Yui?!"

Outside the window, a calm, indifferent, and familiar face stared at him.

"what?"

The boy in her arms suddenly sat up, and his shocked voice startled Niko Rei.

Before she could react, Bu Buzhang had already rushed out.

The goal is:
window!

bang——

splash ...

The boy used his shoulder as a weapon, smashing through the window and breaking through the wall to escape.

What you see is a verdant figure leaping onto the building opposite.

"Yui? Is that you?!"

The other person paused slightly but did not turn around.

Instead, with a light leap, it disappeared on the other side of the building.

"Zhang, what's wrong?"

Erke Lingyi, who had chased after him, helped the swaying Bu Buzhang: He had just vented his anger, and his body was far from recovered.

Charging through the wall had already exhausted the little bit of stamina they had just recovered.

"Ling, it's me..."

"I saw Yui!"

The girl's face showed sadness at the boy's words, which were a mixture of shock and surprise.

Zhang, can't you accept reality?

"Don't get agitated,"

She carried Yui's body out of the bathroom and placed it in the room on the second floor.

The claim of "seeing Yui" must be Zhang's hallucination.

That is, mental illness.

"I will heal you, I promise!"

"This minor injury is nothing—"

Completely unaware that he was considered a madman by his comrades, Bu Buzhang was greatly encouraged.

He couldn't be mistaken, that must be Yui!

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.

"Number 18, where did you go?"

Somewhere in the city, giant vines twine around an archway, forming the shape of a house: leaves as tiles, flowers as lamps, and wooden stakes as seats. A fairytale-like scene.

Sitting on the various wooden stakes, it was like a scene from a fairy tale; women, their bodies entwined with vines, wearing flower crowns, even their bodies:
It is full of plant characteristics.

"nothing,"

The woman who had just entered this 'fairytale hall' had long, flowing hair.

"Go for a walk in some places that feel strangely familiar."

"Don't be silly,"

Another plant-based woman spoke,
"We were just trained by Lord Liuhe, how could we possibly know any familiar places?"

"As instructed by the adults, the next step is—"

"We will disperse throughout the city to command those dull 'human-faced trees' in battle."

The 'human-faced trees' she mentioned were those giant vine-covered tree people.

"And we are the real ones:"

Wood Spirit!

(End of this chapter)