A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 222 The Truth of the World (Setting)

Wow, there are so many people!

Carrying the holy sword 'Balmongk' on his back, Rei walked through the vast city and couldn't help but sigh.

This is a huge city in the standard Western European style, with majestic city walls on the outside and rows of wooden houses inside.

The streets were teeming with people, all dressed in medieval attire: ordinary people walked on either side of the street, while in the center? It was the path for warriors in full armor, carrying spears and swords. These brightly dressed, spirited warriors, swaggering through the streets, each exuded an extraordinary aura, clearly skilled fighters.

This is the city of the Netherlands, and with a local named 'Siegfried' here, there's no chance of getting lost.

"The city is so big, it's like a castle from a fantasy world."

The bird, standing by the roadside gazing into the distance, sighed with emotion.

The city wall, which is twenty meters high, is a towering cliff.

Twenty meters may not seem high, but it is actually equivalent to eight or nine stories; moreover, its length is astonishing, stretching as far as the eye can see on either side.

Two- or three-story buildings are generally seven or eight meters high, stacked one on top of the other, and their scale is in no way inferior to that of modern cities.

It has none of the filth and chaos of a 'medieval' city: because it is a 'brand new' city.

In the 'real world,' skyscrapers can easily be hundreds of meters tall.

However, most modern buildings are straight up and down like chopsticks, which is a completely different concept compared to the city's thick and continuous walls.

In all fairness,

Devil Fruits are the primary source of productivity.

Even the most powerful and domineering masters can only move mountains and overturn seas at most;

When it comes to actual production: even someone as powerful as Hawkeye still honestly wields a hoe and tills the land.

They have to use a black knife to paddle when they go out to sea, and if they are seen, they will be chased for thousands of miles: unlike Ace, who relies on the Flame-Flame Fruit for fuel and flies across the sea with his hands in his pockets.

Devil Fruit users possess creativity that far surpasses that of Haki masters: Big Mom's "Whole Cake Island" collects "lifespan" every month, yet it remains incredibly popular, a paradise coveted by countless people in the One Piece world, precisely because it has a large number of "food-type" Devil Fruit users.

For things like the Stone-Stone Fruit and the Island-Island Fruit, building things is a piece of cake: the development of this 'other world' into what it is today is not something that can be achieved simply by writing it down.

It combines the abilities of many other Devil Fruits and is someone's masterpiece.

"Just as I thought,"

Siegfried, hovering behind the 'Ryo', looked around.
"This place still retains the style of a thousand years ago, which confirms my conjecture that this is a demiplane preserved by the gods."

"what?"

The mention of "millennium" and "demigod plane" drew Ling's attention away from the bustling crowd.

"You mean, this is some kind of god's 'divine kingdom'?"

"No, it's just a demiplane."

Seeing Ling's blank expression, Siegfried patiently explained to her:

“About a thousand years ago, a certain pantheon declared war on all other pantheons, on the grounds that ‘there is only one Lord in the world.’”

"Other pantheons naturally wouldn't stand idly by and started wars against it; however, each pantheon has its own core rules."

For example, the Norse pantheon's 'Ragnarok, destiny, struggle, destruction and rebirth', and the Greek pantheon's 'divine unity, desire, fate and heroism'.

"And the ancient Egyptian pantheon, which was centered on the alternation of day and night, reincarnation, and the transformation of life and death, declined for one reason or another, and was ultimately defeated by that other pantheon."

A pantheon that claims to have a 'one God'

The core principles are 'one truth, sin and redemption, absolute order'.

"Isn't that Yahweh?" Ling was shocked. She never expected that she would hear such a secret involving gods while participating in the competition in this 'other world'.

"So, the defeated pantheons hid their forces in these 'demigod planes'?"

“Defeated is not the right word, because there were no winners in that great war.”

In Siegfried's explanation, the war of the gods shattered the real world, depleting the magical tides and rendering it unsuitable for supernatural beings. Therefore, the various pantheons returned to their respective divine realms, leaving behind a 'small, broken sphere,' which is:
Blue Star.

"Hey?!"

"Our planet was transformed and ravaged into what it is now by you—no, by the gods?"

This is unscientific!
"The power of gods—destroying planets, altering cognition, and even influencing timelines—is beyond your comprehension."

"You wouldn't be using that newly emerged 'god' from that island nation to measure the strength of the old-fashioned gods, would you?"

Siegfried retorted, leaving Ryou speechless.

"so,"

The blonde, blue-eyed woman pressed her temples, sorting through the information Siegfried had just uttered.

A thousand years ago, the gods waged war. The Norse pantheon fell into Ragnarok, the ancient Egyptian pantheon entered a cycle of day and night, and as heroes fell, the influence of the Greek pantheon also waned. In the end, Yahweh, who declared war on the other pantheons, emerged victorious, which is the current situation: one-third of the planet's population worships Yahweh.

However, the war of the gods also resulted in the shattering of the earth, the collapse of the world, and the decline of spiritual power.

So some gods from certain pantheons intervened and hid a portion of the shattered 'planet' in another dimension, forming a 'demigod', which is the 'world' we see before us.

"Yes, that's it."

Siegfried nodded, with an expression that said, "This kid is teachable."

"That's all the size you're going to get, you bastard!!"

Hearing that there was even a deity behind this so-called 'Rose Garden Competition,' Ling immediately objected.

"Let's go home—"

Snapped,

A translucent hand landed on her shoulder.
Siegfried, with his long hair like a lion's mane, grinned, a very 'sinister' smile.

"Foolish woman, this is my home!"

"It's your home, of course. Besides, don't forget our goal."

Norse pantheon: Odin, the chief god!
"The more I learn about the supernatural world, the more desperate I feel."

Raising her hand to cover her face, Ling was speechless.

This world, which seemed 'real' to her, was actually just a 'planetary fragment' preserved by the gods during a great war?
If she hadn't been standing right in the city, witnessing and hearing things she had never seen before, she would have almost doubted her own sanity.

"Our goal... well, let's just take it one step at a time. For now—"

"Recruit teammates."

"what?"

Turning her head and giving Siegfried a disapproving look, Rei was too tired to even comment anymore.

"You idiot who only uses his lower body, didn't you read the rules on the 'invitation'?" The Rose Garden Competition is a team competition.

A team of three is required to participate: As for who will ultimately become the king?
That's naturally up to the team of three to decide; the invitation also includes an explanation from the organizers:
"Leading troops and making friends are also among the abilities of a hero."

"Otherwise, you'll end up like some great hero, suffering a tragic fate of being betrayed."

?

Veins bulged on his forehead.

The 'great hero' who was betrayed clenched his fist in anger.

"Once I become the King of the Netherlands again, I will definitely find the guy who sent the invitation and give him a good beating."

Bang!
"I hit someone!"

"That's terrible, he was beaten up like that."

? ?
Just as Siegfried was making his vow, a commotion arose nearby.

A man wearing a tattered robe with his hood pulled up was kicked hard to the ground and rolled around in pain.

"Hey, how dare you walk in the middle of the road?"

The attackers were a group of soldiers dressed in standard Roman armor.

These soldiers wore classic 'plate armor,' which consisted of rings of plates connected by internal leather straps and rivets, covering their chests, backs, and shoulders. They wore Corinthian helmets, carried longswords at their waists, and wielded spears—truly armed to the teeth.

They were all glaring angrily at the man on the ground.
Ordinary people just obediently walk on the side of the road, how dare they bump into them?

court death!

"Yeah, sorry"

Bang!
Before the man on the ground could finish speaking, he was stomped under his hood, his entire face crushed against the stone pavement.

"If 'sorry' is enough, what's the point of having swords?"

"This is no longer something that can be resolved by just getting a beating!"

Faced with a group of eager Roman soldiers, the man on the ground writhed like a maggot, constantly begging for mercy.

"I really didn't mean to."

Please forgive me.

Snapped!
The whip lashed at the man.

The loud noise sent shivers down the spines of everyone around the street, as if it had struck them.

The people in this world are physically strong, but ordinary people are not invulnerable to weapons. Being so ravaged by those Roman soldiers, their most likely outcome is death.

clap clap clap!
"Ahhhh, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Under the relentless lashing of the whip, the man on the ground could only curl up in a ball, clutching his head and screaming in agony.

"this--"

After all, she came from a 'peaceful era', and Ling couldn't stand it anymore.

Step forward and quietly ask a passerby:
Is it really okay to just watch like this?

"Ugh?"

The passerby turned around and looked at Ling with a puzzled expression.

“Miss, those men are battle-hardened Roman soldiers. If we dare to try to stop them, we will die.”

"Would we risk our lives for strangers? We're just ordinary people."

With the 'invitation' on him, Ling naturally understood what these citizens were saying, and they were right. Why would ordinary people risk their lives for others? Besides, ordinary people couldn't possibly defeat those Roman soldiers.

"That's it,"

Clang,

He drew his menacing two-handed sword.

A woman named Ling stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the Roman soldiers.

"Hey!"

The sudden sound made the soldiers who were beating people turn around and see a girl dressed in strange clothes.

"I heard you are Roman soldiers?"

Ling pointed his longsword at the soldiers, his gaze serious.

"What's the point of bullying the weak? Come on, let's have a fight."

? !
"Hahahahaha!!"

"Hey, hey, hey, someone's actually standing up for ordinary people?"

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. The soldier who was stepping on the beaten man on the ground was about to crush him with his boots.

"Okay, since there's a new toy—"

Clang, clang, clang,

These Roman soldiers drew their swords, speaking casually, but in reality they had already formed an encirclement.

"Then satisfy us with your screams!"

'Stupid woman,'

Siegfried is a spirit; unless he chooses not to, no one can see him.

You'll regret this.

"no way!"

The girl with the long sword took a step forward and charged towards the Roman soldiers who were waiting in battle.

Her agile movements immediately made the Roman soldiers' faces serious.

"Is he an expert?"

"Let's go together!"

The next second, a large curved rectangular shield came crashing down on him;
At the same time, several spears hid behind shields, like venomous snakes waiting for their chance to strike.

A major battle was imminent, and the bystanders began to retreat. If it were just a fight, they might still dare to watch; but now it was a battle, so naturally they had to retreat into alleys and buildings to watch.
Maybe I can secretly learn a trick or two?
Even if it doesn't work out, at least it'll be a feast for the eyes.

So cool!

(End of this chapter)