A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 141 Fortune and Misfortune Have No Door
"Uh, what's wrong with me?"

"Uncle, you're awake?"

The familiar voice in his ear made Yoshifumi Nitta's pupils gradually focus.

"It's a chick,"

Nitta Yoshifumi subconsciously sat up, then suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Chihaya, why are you like this?"

Big?

This isn't an adjective, it's a fact: Hina, standing next to him, appeared very 'tall' in Yoshifumi Nitta's eyes.

"Um, Yoshifumi, actually you've shrunk."

The voice from the other side made Yoshifumi Nitta turn his head, and he saw a more 'tall' Shiko.

They're practically giants!
Could it be that...?

I subconsciously raised my hand and saw two chubby little hands.

"this?!"

As Yoshifumi Nitta stood up from the ground, he was horrified.

He has transformed into the appearance of a four or five-year-old!

"This, that,"

"My healing abilities cannot be created out of thin air."

"After cleaning off the charred parts of my uncle's body, this is all that's left."

Simply put, it shrank after washing!

After all, what someone gave her was the Wash Fruit, not the Healing Fruit.

"Is...is that really how it is?"

As Nitta Yoshifumi, now a member of the kindergarten's junior class, lifted his clothes while involuntarily raising his hand to his forehead.

"Thanks, little chick."

Anyway,
It's a stroke of luck that we survived.

"Yoshi, this experience has given me a vague idea."

Shiko, who was also somewhat 'shrunken' but in much better condition, offered her opinion.

"Whether it's Guiren, Gouchen, or Liuhe, if they go all out, it won't be difficult for them to destroy the island nation's order, let alone kill them."

But that 'Liuhe' clearly held back.

On the one hand, it's naturally about saving face for the important person.

On the other hand, perhaps:
"Perhaps their purpose was not simply to kill."

Instead, it forces the people of this world to become stronger: otherwise, there is no way to explain the intensity of their 'slow' supernatural disasters.

Yes,

In Shizi's view, it was simply slow.

If we go all out, the island nation will become like the Middle East tomorrow, and within a few months it will be completely desolate: all the people will have fled by boat.

"With our strength, assassinating powerful figures and prime ministers would be a piece of cake."

There's no reason why those strong people couldn't do it.

Unless they did it on purpose!
"What you say makes sense, but—"

"Hey, uncle, it's good that you want to help others, but you can't help them like this."

Xiaochu also joined in the persuasion, especially since, in her view:
"According to the movie plot, if you help them steal supernatural fruits, they will only take advantage of your kindness."

Why do others have them, but I don't? If they're so capable, why don't they produce more supernatural fruits or something? Even the Metropolitan Police Department is the same.

That's right, Yoshifumi Nitta's initial plan was to give the Superpower Fruit to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Then they were utterly defeated by 'Liuhe', especially if they didn't have any chicks;

Now, let alone standing up, he's still in a charred corpse state.

"Should we empower everyone to become stronger on their own?"

Yoshifumi Nitta gradually realized that no matter what conspiracy those 'Twelve Shikigami' had, their willingness to let ordinary people become stronger was undeniable.

"I understand."

"I was too naive before, I'm sorry."

His ideas almost killed Shiko and Kohina; it's time to change our mindset.

"I will look for people who are willing to go into the forest to get the fruit and offer them my help."

However, they must obtain the supernatural fruits themselves.

So, it shouldn't be considered breaking the 'rules', right?
That's more like it.
The person who had been secretly observing nodded slightly at this change.

Power leveling is a behavior that must be severely cracked down on, but supervising others' leveling is a good thing;

Only through practice can everyone increase their proficiency, ultimately leading this world to 'upgrade'.

Want to gain supernatural powers just by lying down?
How can it be!

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"The treasure is locked in a box."

On the outskirts of Kono City, several people dressed in camouflage, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets gathered together.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were mercenaries from some country.

In reality, they were a group of monks.

“Take it back to the main temple and let the chief monk decide its fate.”

The speaker was a burly monk who was the leader. He held a box in his hand, with a chain attached to his wrist.

Furthermore, once this box is closed, it can only be opened by returning to the main temple—Chion-in Temple in Kyoto.

"no problem,"

"Listen to my brother."

The other monks spoke, their gazes falling on the young monk.

"He Luo, what do you say?"

“Amitabha, I will respectfully follow my senior brother’s instructions.”

The young monk clasped his hands together, showing neither sorrow nor joy: what could he say when four or five pistols were pointed at him?
One more thing,
He's probably about to become a Buddha on the spot.

In fact, the other monks' guns were not only pointed at him, but also subtly at the 'senior brother' who was carrying the box.

Anyone who dares to try to keep this supernatural fruit for themselves is an enemy of Buddha and will be shot dead on the spot!

Otherwise, why would they carry firearms?
This city cannot use firearms indiscriminately, otherwise it will attract the strangulation of plants, or even 'human-faced trees', 'wood spirits', and even the Six Directions!

"In that case, let's return to Benshan."

The leading 'senior' waved his hand.
"Everyone, protect me!"

"Yes!"

The group began their journey home.

Unexpectedly, they obtained the supernatural fruit in this way. The monks felt a mix of emotions, but also a secret joy.

Returning to Benshan should bring a reward.
boom!
A gunshot suddenly rang out from the group that had just reached Jiaoye Mountain.

A bullet entered a monk's neck, shattering his reverie.

"you?!"

"What are you doing——"

"hidden!"

Amidst the sounds of shock and anger, the monks rushed towards the surrounding trees and bushes, accompanied by a barrage of gunfire.

"Go back to the mountain?"

The monk who fired the gun had a fierce look in his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"And then feed it to those old folks?"

"The treasure belongs to the strong. Put down the box, and I'll spare your life!"

"You're dreaming!" The 'senior brother' hiding behind a big tree held a box in one hand and pointed a gun at the other without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!
For a moment, fierce fighting echoed through the mountains and forests.

This area is now outside the range of the supernatural disaster 'Wrath of the Forest,' and the taboo against using weapons has been lifted: the team immediately began to fight amongst themselves. What kind of bullshit is this Benshan? What kind of bullshit Grand Monk? They ate supernatural fruits, so they're 'Buddha's disciples' incarnate!
"Amitabha."

Hiding behind a large rock, the young monk 'He Luo' sighed.

"In such a world, even the Buddhist community—"

It's not exactly a peaceful place.

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Takatsuki City,
In the city center,

There is a huge building made of plants.

This is the home of the 'Wood Spirits'. They are 'spirits' nurtured by 'Liuhe' and originally had no concept of a home.

But their souls are, after all, human. And Liuhe's craftsmanship can only be described as simple and crude, so these 'wood spirits' conspired to use their abilities to twist plants into a huge building.

Vines form walls, leaves serve as roof tiles, flowers act as lamps, and wooden stakes become chairs. What a fairytale-like scene!

Right now, all the wood spirits are in low spirits.

"Two more sisters have been lost,"

"How horrible! These are babies who were only a few days old, and they've all been harmed!"

"Gentlemen, it's time to wake up."

Number 18, holding a bamboo spear, looked around.
"Survival of the fittest is the way of nature."

"We are Lord Liuhe's subordinates, and we are born with a huge advantage over humans."

During this time, these 'wood spirits' communicated with each other, fought against humans, and gradually formed their own 'society'.

"But that doesn't mean we're invincible."

"The only one who can be called invincible is Lord Liuhe."

As he spoke, Number 18 suddenly thrust and parried with his spear—

brush,

It stopped in front of a wood spirit's neck.

"If I were the enemy, you would already be dead."

"Huh? But...but..."

Before the other party could stammer out anything, Number 18 withdrew the bamboo spear from his hand.

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, hone your combat skills."

Regardless of what these 'sisters' think,

Anyway, Number 18 definitely doesn't want to die!
It's as if she's already died once, and some huge regret drives her to practice her skills and marksmanship.

"Number 18 is right,"

"From now on, in addition to patrolling and fighting every day, everyone should also take some time to practice and exchange skills with each other."

After speaking, the composed Number 1 looked around.

"Where's the 17th?"

"Ahem, I'm sorry, sisters."

In the 'Flower Room' at the back of the hall, Wood Spirit No. 17 clasped his hands together and bowed to the two corpses.

This place is called 'Between Flowers,' and naturally, it's filled with blooming flowers; but its true nature is a 'morgue' for wood spirits, where those who have died in battle are kept. Generally, no wood spirits come here, except:

"I will accept your abilities."

As he spoke, number 17 stretched out his hands.

Squeak,

"number 17?"

The sound from behind made number 17, who had stretched out his hands, shudder.

"I knew you were here."

A familiar voice approached from behind, and then she was embraced from behind.

"Don't be too sad, death is just part of the natural cycle."

Thinking the other person was feeling sad, the Wood Spirit 'No. 18' gently comforted this 'little sister'.

"Also, Number 1 suggests that we all spar more often in the future."

"You should join us too."

"what?"

This suggestion surprised No. 17.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit. Sister Number 18, let me have some peace and quiet first—"

"But this is how I get stronger."

After Number 18 left, Number 17's gaze fell on the two corpses again.

"Well then, sisters, I'll start eating."

As their hands covered the corpse, their special plant seeds, a unique ability, began to transfer to her.

A fusion of vines and sprinkler lotus flowers?

do not care,
Let's absorb it first!

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In a certain 'space',

Brush, brush, brush

Kaori Inoue was slashing forward again and again.

The dagger in her hand was made by the island nation's government using high-tech materials; it's more of a work of art than a weapon—not traditional art, but a crystallization of modern technology.

No matter how high-tech a creation is, it is meaningless if it cannot be imbued with 'dominance'.

"Little baby,"

“We have plenty of time, and there’s no need to be in such a rush.”

The great Onmyoji 'Ashiya Doman', bound by chains, slowly spoke.

"No,"

Kaori Inoue refused without hesitation.

"I have to get out as soon as possible."

Supernatural disasters are occurring one after another in the outside world. What should we do if something happens to Brother Lu?
A strange anxiety welled up inside the girl, because she could vaguely sense that her 'luck' was slipping away. Could it be that her brother Lu was in danger?
However, the actual situation is:

"Kaoru, just focus on improving your physical fitness."

In the Banqiao District, at Qiuyue's home, Qiuyue Ritsu couldn't help but rub her temples as the girl who had come to her door again asking for "guidance".

"Also, is that a swimsuit you're wearing?"

And it's a classic 'school swimsuit'—are you sure you're here to seek advice?!

"yes,"

Kaoru Inoue nodded nonchalantly.

"If I were wearing loose clothes, maybe my movements wouldn't be perfect and Brother Lu wouldn't even notice."

So, you're going to wear clothes that make everything 'visible'?!
For a while,
Ritsuki Akizuki misses Kaori a little.

Although the girl was actually in his 'palm'.

"This is the supernatural age, so Kaoru must also train hard to better protect herself."

Faced with Qiuyue Lu's earnest advice, the girl bit her index finger.

"'Guidance' and practice can be done together."

As he spoke, he licked his fingers.

? ?
Using that kind of thing as training? Do you think you're Siegfried?

(End of this chapter)