A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 176 The Birth of a Hero (Part 2)
"Die, monster!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The bullets struck the heavy shield and bounced off in vain.

Takashi Shinoda, with his tower shield raised, charged toward the two 'arquebusiers' like a tank.

Bang! !

Amidst the dull thud,
One of the arquebusiers was sent flying backward on the spot.

As the shield swept across, another foot soldier who had raised his flintlock lance in an attempt to 'parry' was also twisted and deformed along with his weapon, and was thrown away.

Before the foot soldier could get up, the half-ton shield slammed down. With a cracking sound, it crushed his chest, physically 'chest to back'.

"Oda army, let me show you the martial prowess of humankind in this era!"

Shinoda Takashi was, after all, the 'young master' of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the resources he could access were far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

For example, the helicopter that brought them here, and this 'composite armor shield' in their hands.

This shield has defensive capabilities comparable to, no, comparable to, a heavy tank.

Because the shield is made of the same material as the armor of a heavy tank!
Through multi-layered composite design and the application of various new materials, the Brinell hardness reaches 610. It's practically useless against ordinary bullets. Even professional armor-piercing rounds can easily jam them.

With such equipment, the battle becomes completely one-sided: victory is assured simply by charging towards the arquebusiers.

"Huff, huff,"

However, even with superhuman strength, carrying a half-ton weapon in combat is extremely physically demanding.

Half a ton—that's already the deadlift limit for a top human strongman. Even after Shinoda Takashi ate the 'supernatural fruit' and his strength increased dramatically, he was already panting heavily.

“Cultivation is far from enough.”

Lifting the massive shield, the young Ryuji turned to look back the way he had come.

Everywhere were traces of his battle: huge tank armor shields smashed into the ground, leaving deep dents.

When he wielded this weapon, it was truly a matter of death upon contact and injury upon glancing at it.

Perhaps if you encounter a master, you'll become a punching bag.

But he's a master at crushing weaker opponents.

"It's time to go back,"

His strength was almost completely depleted. Along the way, he had killed more than ten arquebusiers, but he was not without any injuries.

He took out a hemostatic spray and applied emergency treatment to the injury on his arm.

These arquebusiers, unable to break through from the front, knew how to outflank from the left and right.

Ordinary bulletproof vests, without steel plates inserted, can still be penetrated by bullets; but it's better to block them than to let your flesh and blood take the hit.

"I wonder how things are going on the other people's side?"

With the half-ton tower shield on his shoulder, Takashi Shinoda began to walk back. He had cleared out all the enemies along the way, so the return journey was naturally quick.

That's how it should be.

After walking two streets, the young man was taken aback when he bumped into three 'gun-wielding foot soldiers'.

The next second, the other side raised their guns; and Shinoda Takashi also kicked off the ground.

When paths cross, the brave shall prevail!

Bang bang bang bang bang,

Bang! !

A burst of gunfire and crashes filled the air, before plunging the area into dead silence a few minutes later.

"Hahaha,"

He was panting heavily.

The young man, leaning against the shield, was bent over and breathing heavily.

"Is your physical exertion too great, and you're almost at your limit?"

Careless,
On his first time on the "battlefield," Shinoda Takashi, unaware of the need to conserve his energy, was already in a weakened state. Most importantly, there were no restaurants along the streets, making it impossible to replenish his strength through food.

No, that's not the point.

He took a deep breath and pulled the heavy shield from the ground.

With the bag on his back, the young man took a deep breath and strode forward.

His pace quickened and quickened, for this street was the road he had come from: those he had saved had left through this very road!

No, no, no, perhaps they just brushed past those arquebusiers?

Perhaps they discovered the enemy and went into hiding?

Bang, bang, bang!

Heavy footsteps moved quickly through the deserted streets. The once bustling streets on both sides were now deserted, with only empty vehicles, cars crashed into shops, their doors wide open, and corpses lying scattered on the ground.

"No, it can't be—"

tread!
Turn the corner,

Takashi Shinoda froze on the spot.

corpse,

A dense mass of corpses.

Men and women, young and old, all fell to the ground in his direction, forming a trail of escape.

The woman lying at the front had one hand curled up; the other hand was outstretched, as if trying to grab something, or as if crawling on the ground. Her upturned face and turbid pupils were reflected in Shinoda Takashi's eyes, causing him to subconsciously take a step back.

Boom! !

The heavy shield fell to the ground.
The young man stumbled and fell to the ground.

Perhaps it was the loud noise, or perhaps it was the tremor of the ground, that caused the woman to cough.

? !
There are survivors!
Takashi Shinoda scrambled forward.

Upon opening the woman's body, they indeed found a little girl underneath.

He picked the other person up, his hands covered in blood.

"Ahem, yes."

With difficulty, she opened her eyes, and in the little girl's pupils, she saw the reflection of a young man's face, filled with panic, grief, and defeat.

"A supernatural older brother?"

"Hang in there, I'll treat you right away! I—"

Shinoda Takashi took out the treatment spray, lifted the little girl's clothes, and froze.

Because he was no longer needed to stop the bleeding.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!!"

If he had escorted these people away, none of this would have happened.

"No, Mom said."

The little girl, with pale lips, spoke in a trembling voice.

"Big brother, he must have gone to save other people."

A flush rose on her pale face; this is what is known as a 'last gasp before death'.

"He is a true chivalrous person."

"so."

However, the so-called "last gasp" is nothing more than the final struggle of biological functions. After consuming this energy, what awaits is coldness.

Wait, I didn't finish my last words.
The little girl in Shinoda Takashi's arms let her neck droop limply.

"No,"

"No no no!"

"You can't die! Don't die! I beg you, I beg you!"

No matter how much he shouted or tried to save him, reason kept telling Shinoda Takashi that he was holding a corpse.

"What chivalry, what hero?!"

Putting the little girl down, the young man faced the dense mass of fallen corpses before him and kowtowed heavily.

Boom!
His forehead slammed into the ground, leaving a fist-sized dent in the cement.

"I am nothing!"

Boom!
It slammed down again, and cracks appeared in the ground.

Like his so-called "chivalrous" self, he abandoned these people when they needed him most.

Boom!
The skin on his forehead was torn and blood was flowing out.

This road is not safe.

It was because of him that these people died; it was because of him that these people left their hiding places; it was because of him that these people encountered the enemy.

Ren Xia?

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

He frantically slammed his forehead against the ground.

Aside from that, Takashi Shinoda had no idea what else to do.

Regret, self-blame, pain, and the collapse of one's values.

The yakuza of island nations all tout the spirit of 'chivalry,' and Shinoda Takashi was raised by his grandfather, so every day he heard lofty boasts like 'Even in the mud, one's heart remains steadfast in righteousness,' and 'To live is to be joyful, to die is to be at peace.'

However, his grandfather could never tell him that he was also a ruthless figure with a double-digit number of lives on his hands.

She would never tell him that eight or nine out of ten things in the world are not as one wishes.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

He clearly gained supernatural powers.

He then apprenticed under a master to learn his craft.

This is the time to put the principles of chivalry into practice.
However, so many people died on the very first mission?

Ultimately, it was Shinoda Kenichi, the sixth head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, known as "Tsukasa Shinobu," who protected his grandson too well.

He's just a simpleton from a landlord's family.

Tap tap tap,

Just as Shinoda Takashi was kneeling on the ground, filled with remorse, he heard footsteps behind him.

"start running."

"I...I can't run anymore."

"Grab my hand, don't stop here!"

The sounds grew louder as they approached, and soon the sounds of those fleeing for their lives turned into sounds of panic and uncertainty:

"That is?"

"So many corpses! These are arquebusiers!"

"It seems there are still people alive."

Soon, a sound approached.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault,"

His head sank deep into the ground, and the young man, kneeling on the ground, could only murmur repeatedly.

"It's my fault for not protecting them."

"I have let them down."

"I am a criminal."

? ?
"Look at that,"

Among the crowd that gathered, someone gestured with their eyes.

Everyone looked over and saw a shield, as thick as a door panel, on the ground nearby.

Considering the equipment on this kneeling, grief-stricken young man, and the 'arquebusiers' they saw on their way here, broken by violence.

It's not hard to guess what happened.

"My condolences, sir."

"This is not your fault, you have done a very good job."

"Get up, let's get out of here first."

Amidst a silent sigh, two middle-aged men stepped forward and helped the distraught Shinoda Takashi to his feet.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your sadness,"

"But we still have many women and children here, and we must evacuate them first."

Women and children?!
He stood up unsteadily, his gaze falling on the eyes of the women and children who met his gaze, eyes filled with fear, ingratiation, and curiosity.

Yes, yes!

Shinoda Takashi, his head and face covered in blood, jolted awake as if possessed.

"Yes, evacuate immediately to a safe place!"

With a jerk of his arms, he shook off the two middle-aged men, strode to his weapon, and lifted the half-ton murder weapon.

boom,

The shield swept across the ground below.

It immediately leaves a visible mark on the cement floor.

"Come on, I'll take you to a safe place."

"This time, there will definitely be no problem!"

This supernatural youth
crazy.

The crowd that had fled here glanced at Shinoda Takashi's face, which was covered in blood and rubble, and then at the large number of corpses on the other side, and they all guessed the truth.

The process may be different, but the result is beyond doubt.

"Let's go, buddy."

"Everyone, start running!"

The middle-aged man who was leading the group clapped his hands and waved for the others to follow.

Although this guy seems unable to withstand the blow and has gone a bit crazy, he is ultimately a formidable fighter.

Moreover, they had no option to refuse.

Those shields, as thick as doors, could kill any arquebusiers along the way, so they could certainly kill them too.

So the group once again embarked on their escape.

(End of this chapter)