A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 158 Returning to the old place
"Ding-dong~dong,"

"This train is about to arrive at Tokyo Station. Tokyo Station."

"The car door opens on the right side, on the right side."

The Shinkansen had come to a complete stop, and the repeatedly playing announcements reminded passengers that they had arrived at the station: Aomori Prefecture is, after all, just a remote place in the north, and the Shinkansen departing from there can only reach Tokyo: then change trains here and take the East Coast Shinkansen to Osaka.

"Please be careful not to forget your belongings when you get off the bus, and please get off the bus carefully."

With gentle female voices repeatedly giving instructions, Matsumoto Jinpei, who looked like a 'patient', and Sato Satomi walked confidently toward the automatic ticket machine.

"Over here, uncle."

Led by a high school girl, Matsumoto Jinpei, whose entire body screamed "I'm suspicious," managed to avoid being stopped by the police.

If he is alone, then he is a typical 'potential criminal member'.

But if led by a lively and energetic high school girl,

That means something else entirely.

"Times have changed,"

"Yeah, high school girls these days are really bold."

Two police officers who were patrolling by couldn't help but sigh.

"Tell me, why doesn't anyone want to be with me?"

"You? Perhaps applying to the 'Supernatural Countermeasures Department' could change your fate."

"What did you say! Am I really that bad?"

The police officers chatted casually while patrolling. The Supernatural Countermeasures Department was a real 'high-risk department': even the relatively safe First Section, which was responsible for research, and the Fourth Section, which was in charge of logistics, often had 'accidental injuries and deaths' reported.

Not to mention the second and third lessons for those who went to the front lines.

The casualties are even more staggering; even those who are lucky enough to survive often end up with severed limbs.

"I'm not afraid of being disabled. I can ask 'that person' in Banqiao District to help me replace my limbs with stronger ones."

"Never mind, I'm more used to my own hands and feet."

These conversations,

All of this reached the ears of Matsumoto Jinpei, who was passing by.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

After boarding the Shinkansen to Osaka, the high school girl listened thoughtfully to Matsumoto Jinpei's retelling of what he had said.

"The 'one from Banqiao District' that the police mentioned is the one I told you about before."

Even a great Onmyoji can be referred to as "Lord Seimei" or "Harima Hoshi". The only one that the Japanese dare not even use as a substitute is someone even more noble than these two. But how could that person possibly attach animal limbs to a human body?

The Metropolitan Police Department's "Special Creature Countermeasures Unit" has not yet been made public, so ordinary people in the island nation are unaware of the existence of "artificial half-demon".

"As expected of Tokyo, we've heard some unexpected information."

Satomi Sato looked out the window.

"This is the true center of the supernatural power,"

"There are rumors that staying in Tokyo gives one a certain chance of becoming a supernatural being on their own."

"That's just a rumor—"

Despite being a 'supernatural being' himself, Matsumoto Jinpei still harbors an instinctive distrust of the 'supernatural'.

"Leaving aside the rumors,"

The high school girl took out her phone and opened the website of 'Iron Green Association'.

"Look, schools in the Tokyo area have made great strides in sports, ranking among the top in the island nation."

It even shows a tendency to break the world record. This phenomenon is definitely not normal and can only be described as 'Tokyo has a higher concentration of spiritual energy'.

As for 'Iron Green Association', it's a famous chain of private tutoring schools in Japan. Private tutoring schools are everywhere in Japan, and high school students who really want to get into university choose to go to these tutoring schools instead of engaging in club activities after school. This extreme competition is a characteristic of this area.

"Therefore, we have reason to believe that the spiritual energy in Tokyo is indeed higher than in other places. Unfortunately—"

She was just an ordinary person, while Uncle Jinbe was anxious to get home.

Tokyo?
"One day, we too will stand in the center of this stage!"

Yes, yes, yes.

Staying with Satomi Sato
Matsumoto Jinpei instantly felt that he was the epitome of 'decadent'.

"We'll talk about that later."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man adjusted his posture once again.

"Uncle, you're alright."

Even with a mask, sunglasses, and a bucket hat on, Satomi Sato could still clearly perceive the changes in the mindset of the people around her.

Fear of being close to home.

or,

There's always the possibility of something even worse.

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After a few hours,
"Is this Osaka?!"

Matsumoto Jinpei was stunned as he walked out of the station. Even though he had been gone for several years, things shouldn't have changed this much.

"Freshly manufactured medical spray:"

"Buy some! They're great for stopping bleeding, disinfecting, and even for adventure and combat!"

The vendors pushing their carts weren't selling oden; instead, they were selling military equipment.

"The latest 'Land Warrior IX' individual soldier complete set of equipment, including an electronic integrated helmet, intelligent aiming firearms, interceptor ballistic protection system, and modular lightweight load-bearing equipment, can enhance your individual combat capabilities by 20 times under the guidance of a tactical computer!"

On a nearby propaganda vehicle, someone was introducing the fully armed equipment that looked like that of a 'future warrior'.

"E+ level power, available immediately for just $40!"

"Buy ten sets and get one 'Stinger' set for free, giving you a trump card to turn the tide when facing desperate situations!"

This enthusiastic seller wasn't just talking. Next to the promotional vehicle was a classic 'FIM-92 anti-aircraft missile': if it wasn't a model, it was a deadly weapon capable of shooting down planes and tanks.

"This? This—"

Matsumoto Jinpei stared blankly at the scene before him. Besides the firearms, there were also numerous shops selling melee weapons in the plaza outside the station. Samurai swords, spears, two-handed swords, shields, and even full plate armor were available.

This is no longer the Osaka he remembers!
“Oh, these.”

Satomi Sato glanced at it; although it was also her first time in Osaka, she seemed quite familiar with the place.

"If you plan to venture into the 'Wrath of the Forest' area, it's essential to buy a set of protective gear and weapons."

"However, most of them are scams, so don't fall for them, uncle."

As she spoke, the high school girl pointed to the promotional vehicle selling the complete 'Land Warrior' individual combat gear. "Like that kind of gear; if you enter the forest area, you're guaranteed to die."

Using firearms will attract a large number of plant attacks, and using 'poison stings' will result in being hunted down by 'wood spirits', with only death as the inevitable outcome. It's safe to say that it's a complete trap to lure newcomers into.

"Of course, it would be very effective if used to ambush other 'adventurers' on the periphery."

???

"How do you know so much?"

Matsumoto Jinpei was shocked. Wasn't Satomi, who was standing next to him, a high school girl?

"Uncle, what era are we living in now?"

The high school girl waved her phone in her hand and complained.

"Through the internet, anyone can learn about what's happening thousands of miles away; information about Osaka is naturally my top priority."

"Unfortunately, the truly high-end intelligence is in the hands of various countries."

"If it weren't for News King..."

Ordinary people have no idea what 'supernatural fruits' are.

"Doesn't the island nation's government care?"

After hearing the explanation, Matsumoto Jinpei still found it unbelievable: This is Osaka, not the Middle East. Is it scientifically possible to sell deadly weapons so openly?

"Why aren't we doing anything? Look over there—"

Pointing out of the station, I saw groups of heavily armed special police officers patrolling everywhere.

"The merchants here all hold 'weapons business licenses' issued by the Osaka government, making their transactions 'legal'."

Whether something is legal or not is ultimately a matter for the government to decide.

Like in many countries, leaves are legal.

"Okay, let's put these things aside for now."

Returning to the 'familiar' city, everything he saw was unfamiliar, causing Matsumoto Jinpei to shake his head.

"I'll go home first."

Here, his 'sneaky' appearance made him the most inconspicuous one.

Outside the station, helmets, bulletproof vests, long guns, short cannons, camouflage uniforms, plate armor swordsmen, and light armor pikemen seemed to be gathered from various time periods and countries; all kinds of fully armed personnel swaggered around, and as long as you didn't cause trouble, no one would bother you.

Of course, if it causes trouble;
That's what happens when you're shot dead on the spot!
It has a dark humor to it, like the idea that "everyone has a gun, so there won't be chaos."

"You two have arrived."

A dozen minutes later, the taxi stopped in a residential area.

"Uncle, go ahead."

Satomi Sato, who took out her wallet to pay, did not get out of the car. Instead, she raised her hand to signal Jinpei Matsumoto to take care of his 'business'.

call,

Taking a deep breath,

The middle-aged man got out of the taxi and stared blankly at the familiar building in front of him.

Finally, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged woman came out.

After a cautious conversation lasting about ten seconds, the other party closed the door.

Matsumoto Jinpei's appearance doesn't make him look like a good person at all.

"Uncle, get in the car."

Only when Satomi Sato's voice came from behind did the stunned middle-aged man turn around and dejectedly get into the taxi.

"They moved away."

That's perfectly normal.

This is why Satomi Sato didn't get off the bus.

How could a family entangled with yakuza and having lost its breadwinner possibly continue to live here?

A house is also a form of wealth.

Even people
"Satomi, what should I do?"

Despite being a middle-aged man, he sought help from a high school girl; it's clear that Matsumoto Jinpei is either completely lost or utterly at a loss.

"Simple,"

"Driver, please take us to Xicheng District."

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Osaka, Nishinari-ku.

Located east of the Kizu River, the area is divided into 16 towns and is an old urban area in Osaka where urban renewal has been relatively slow.

Because this area used to be mostly factories, residents primarily engaged in manual labor, and the district had numerous budget hotels with basic facilities. In recent years, Xicheng District has undergone urban renewal and presented itself to the public with a brand-new look, leading to a booming development of the homestay and hotel industry.

Well, to put it simply, it's the red-light district.

As the most chaotic and poorest of Osaka's 24 wards, it is comparable to Adachi Ward in Tokyo, which is known for its "talented people".

This area is home to more than sixty violent groups 'designated' by the governments of island nations, including:
"Here we are."

Sato Satomi readily paid the fare, looked up, and spoke in a light tone.

"It's up to you now, uncle."

“I don’t have much money left. I hope the microfinance companies in Aomori won’t be too sad.”

The high-priced acquisition of anonymous transportation IC cards and the taxi rides: in island nations, taking the subway is the norm, and taxis are something only the 'middle class' can afford. Sato Satomi is not a wealthy person; this money was borrowed from the 'yakuza' in Aomori.

If this trip fails, then the person dies and the debt is wiped out.

"Let's go,"

Standing beneath this old mixed-use commercial and residential building, Satomi Sato took a step forward.

"My life is in the hands of this uncle."

What follows will be filled with violence and bloodshed. She, a high school girl, is no longer able to help.

"Well, since we're already here..."

Looking up, I saw the billboard for 'Wuling Financial Services' hanging above the building.

Matsumoto Jinpei straightened his back and secretly clenched his fists.

"I will not back down anymore."

If he doesn't want to experience his missing wife and daughters, the numb life at sea, and the corpses thrown into the ocean again, he must make a change!
(End of this chapter)