A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 190 A True Iron-Blooded Ruthless Man
"Hinako, have you seen Sakiko?"

After preparing the medicine and tools for departure, Iwai Osamu, dressed in his school uniform, asked.

Sakiko?

Commissioner Smith, who was standing in the background, pricked up his ears.

Sakiko Igarashi, a priestess at the 'Tree God' shrine, is not at the shrine; perhaps she has come to the town.

As 'clergy,' they should be able to play a significant role in such a bizarre situation.

"Sakiko,"

Upon hearing this question, the girl in the dark blue sailor uniform lowered her eyes.

"already dead."

"Right in front of the Chizuru-fusa convenience store, it was covered in spider lilies."

what? !

Upon hearing this news, not only Osamu Iwai, but also the three of them, including Smith, were shocked.

That priestess who claimed to be able to communicate with the gods died so young.
No,

Perhaps it was precisely because of this characteristic that it was the first to die.

Otherwise, as a shrine maiden of the 'Tree God', she should be very strong in this mist:
Smith hadn't forgotten that the other party had said that this fog was a sign of 'her Lord's' arrival.

If that's the case, there's no reason to die because of the fog, unless—

There are other 'gods'!
That's right, that's right.
That's it, that's it.

Smith inwardly gave himself a pat on the back for his cleverness.
The deceased witch belonged to the 'Tree God' faith, and her 'master' was an ancient faith that had been replaced.

Now that it wants to return, it will inevitably face obstruction from 'vested interests':

That is,
The Fox God's faction.

I have revealed the whole truth!

Smith, who believed he had uncovered a secret, calmly looked around, a sense of superiority welling up within him.

Based on speculation, we should soon come into contact with the 'Fox God' faction. Could it be the 'Rinko' they're talking about?
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"build?!"

The group avoided the puppet monster in the mist.

Upon arriving at a detached house, as soon as the door opened, a long-haired girl rushed out in surprise and threw herself into Iwai Osamu's arms.

"That's great, I knew you wouldn't forget me."

His joy was palpable, which amazed Commissioner Smith.

What was initially thought to be a love triangle now appears to be a four-person affair?

"Ahem, Linzi."

With his hands on the shoulders of the girl in his arms, Iwai Osamu took a step back.

“There are other people here.”

"Hinako,"

The long-haired girl turned her head, and her joyful expression turned cold.

"You are here too."

Nice, that expression of jealousy was no longer concealed.

Commissioner Smith, who had become a mere spectator, watched with great interest: Indeed, twisted teenage romance is more interesting.

"Rinzi,"

Facing this haughty, long-haired girl, the girl named Hinako Fukami seemed unwilling to say anything.

"Let's leave this town first."

"Yes, Rinko, we're getting ready to leave, you see—"

When asked by Iwai Osamu, the long-haired girl smiled, perfectly demonstrating what it means to 'change face'.

"Wherever Xiu goes, I will go."

Let's fight! Let's fight!

Just as Commissioner Smith was fantasizing about the 'hair-pulling' scene, Hinako Fukami, carrying a steel pipe, turned around and left first.

"Without further ado, let's set off."

"Sir, look over there."

After the three students with complicated relationships left, the agent with the injured arm subtly tilted his head to signal.

"Yes, the family crest."

Above the door of this family named 'Rinko' is an inconspicuous family crest.

Three-scale pattern of a snake

In island nations, those who possess a 'family crest' are invariably descendants of prominent noble families.

Moreover, judging from the girl's demeanor, she was indeed an arrogant person, indicating that her family was not ordinary.

"Most of the people in this town are afraid to go out because of the fog."

Those who dare to roam outside are naturally not ordinary people.

"Follow."

Perhaps by following these three, we can really leave this town?

But they hadn't gone far when, in the fog ahead:
Cluck cluck cluck

The sound of joints grinding together

A twisted doll emerged from the mist, and not only that, but also:

Thump, thump, thump,

With each trembling step, the towering monster, resembling a mountain of rotting flesh, emerged from the mist.

This monster looks like it was pieced together from corpses, and not even skin: one hand is made of a huge, heavy weapon that looks more like a triangular iron blade than a knife, and the other hand is a long, fleshy tentacle dragging on the ground. It is clearly an 'elite monster'.

It's somewhat similar to the 'Abomination' in the American game.

"Ready to fight!"

The man holding the baseball bat had barely uttered a shout when the short-haired Hinako Fukami had already dashed out.

Moreover, the target she chose was none other than that elite monster that resembled a 'mountain of flesh'.

Waaaaah———

With a twist of her waist and a swing of her staff, a terrifying power erupted from her seemingly delicate body, leaving afterimages as she swung the steel pipe. Before anyone could react, she struck the mountain of flesh monster squarely in the chest.

Wave!!

The monster's chest suddenly caved in, and visible shockwaves rippled out from its flesh.

"Oh my god!"

"OK, let's go too."

Seeing that this quiet girl was so brave, Smith and his two companions were greatly encouraged.

With Iwai Osamu included, the four of them can hold off the remaining puppet monsters and win!
In the past, the scene before me would have seemed like a dream.

But this is the supernatural age.

Commissioner Smith and his two companions had already assumed these were supernatural beings, so they naturally ignored the shrill screams emanating from the swung steel pipes. Under the single-handed onslaught of this deep-sea newbie, the mountain-like elite monster didn't even display any real strength before being beaten to a pulp.

However, it seems that this behavior angered the entity behind the fog.

next moment,
The surrounding mist suddenly surged into the battlefield!

In the mist, there was also a mournful cry: anger, resentment, anxiety, and hatred.

"what------"

"No, stop yelling!"

As the sound waves struck, the three agents clutched their heads in pain.
First he knelt on one knee, then he couldn't help but roll over and fall to the ground.

The sound seemed to be permeated with pain and resentment, like a wail from the deepest part of hell, capable of piercing the brain, collapsing the body, and extinguishing the soul.

Unable to hold on for even a moment,
The three agents rolled their eyes back and fainted.

open eyes,

"Huff, huff huff huff," Smith sat up abruptly from the ground, panting heavily, and groped himself all over with lingering fear.

Finally, I pinched my cheek hard.
"I'm not dead?"

The sudden sound, the woman's desperate scream, though it only lasted for a moment, felt to him as if he had been tormented by that terrible sound for a century.

terrible!

"Mr. Smith, you're awake?"

The questioning voice from the side made Smith look up.

It was a girl named Hinako Fukami who asked with concern—no, with a blank expression.

Island people value 'reserve', and in Smith's view, the other person's expression was 'expressionless'.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

A blank expression? What does it matter?
Commissioner Smith, after glancing at the bent steel pipe in the other party's hand, naturally had no objection.

The steel pipes were all bent. This island nation is terrifying.

"Who is this?"

Standing up, Commissioner Smith noticed that next to the girl with the torn cuff was a young nobleman wearing a mask.

The other person was wearing a 'haori' from the Heian period, the kind of clothing worn by upper-class people on formal occasions. A jade pendant hung at his waist, and he held a closed folding fan in his hand. A half-fox mask covered the upper half of his face, revealing his white hair.

Fox mask?

coming!

"This is the young master of the Nagahisa family: Hisashi."

The girl carrying the twisted steel pipe raised her hand to introduce it.
“He helped me several times before when we were in the fog.”

Changxi?

Commissioner Smith's eyes flickered.
He knew this surname: it was the Nagahi family who set up the factory, purified the water, and brought the 'fox god' belief in Rongzhiqiu!

It's all there, everything's complete.

"So it's Young Master Changxi, a pleasure to meet you."

With his hands clasped together and his head bowed in a traditional Chinese greeting, Commissioner Smith demonstrated his professionalism.

"Nice to meet you."

Unfortunately, the other party didn't seem to want to say much to him, only giving a perfunctory bow in return, and then:

"Hinako, this kind of thing is not a lady's adornment."

In a gentle voice, the young master wearing a fox mask lightly tapped the twisted and deformed steel pipe in the girl's hand with his folding fan.

"what?"

The girl instinctively picked up the steel pipe, clearly reluctant to part with it.

"But what if we encounter monsters?"

"I've prepared a 'weapon' for you, I hope you'll like it."

Saying,

The elegant fox-masked young master raised his hand to gesture behind him.

Following the direction his folding fan was pointing,
Only then did everyone realize that they had somehow found themselves in a huge courtyard.

The courtyard not only boasts numerous cherry blossom trees but also a craggy artificial mountain, with a winding mountain spring cascading down, its waters gurgling softly. Water falls into bamboo tubes, and when the tubes overflow, they sway under the influence of gravity.

thud,

One sound after another, repeating endlessly;
It perfectly captures the 'emptiness, space, and tranquility' style of an island nation.

"plz follow me."

Just as the fox-masked prince was inviting the girl, on the other side...

"Hey, wake up."

"Fuck, wake up!"

He shook and kicked his two colleagues awake. Seeing that the fox-faced young man was about to leave with the girl, Commissioner Smith quickly spoke up.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, may we observe the ceremony?"

He was very interested in the 'weapon' this person mentioned; perhaps he could find an opportunity to steal it?
"Guests from afar are always welcome."

The fox-masked young man, who was holding the girl's hand, turned his head and gave Commissioner Smith a brief, indifferent look.

"follow me."

Regarding this person's indifference,
Commissioner Smith didn't care and, after waking up the two agents, immediately followed.

As expected of a 'wealthy family', the corridors were winding and the houses were clustered together. Without the fox-masked young master leading the way, it would be quite normal to get lost in such a place.

After passing through a series of quaint wooden rooms, the group finally arrived at a room that housed numerous fox statues.

Snap, snap,

As the fox-masked young master clapped his hands lightly...

Several women dressed in antique maid outfits and wearing fox masks quietly carried boxes over with small, quick steps.

Ok?
Commissioner Smith, who was standing at the doorway, peeked out.
What a huge serrated knife!

The blade gleamed coldly, and the back of the knife was thick and black with iron; it was clearly a deadly weapon.

Could this be the 'weapon' that the fox-masked prince, Nagayoshi Toshiyuki, was talking about?
It's definitely better than steel pipes, but—

Nothing more than that.

Perhaps he has some special ability.

Just as these thoughts were flashing through Commissioner Smith's mind.

Hinako Fukami was already sitting on a stool in the middle of the room when a maid stepped forward and lifted her right arm.

?

The elegant fox-masked young master sat on the other side.

Like a silent film, these islanders moved without making a sound, leaving Smith and his two companions standing quietly at the door.

Next second,
Commissioner Smith's pupils suddenly contracted!
Because he saw a fox-faced maidservant approach.

Immediately afterwards, the box containing the huge saw was placed in front of the other party.

Under the shocked gazes of the three agents:
Then--

Pfft

He slashed straight at his own shoulder.

? ? ? ?
"Woo."

With a cold snort, the girl gritted her teeth and pulled downwards with all her might.

Pfft

"snort,"

Blood gushed from the wound, splattering onto the fox-faced maid who was holding her arm steady.

The three agents instinctively stood at attention in military posture.
Their so-called ace spies are nothing but greenhorns.

Is this a human being? !

"what--"

Tear

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh,"

The fox-masked man on the other side also subconsciously tightened his grip on the folding fan.

Just as the girl's severed arm was gushing blood, two other fox-faced maids calmly brought over another box and opened it.

Inside was a grotesque, hairy arm.

Remove the arm.

Press it onto the wound where the arm was severed.

Flesh and blood merged, nerves connected, and bones and joints were also interlocked.

As his fingers unconsciously twitched, he acquired the 'weapon,' which almost made Commissioner Smith lose control of his bladder on the spot!
(End of this chapter)