A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 241 The Underlying Levels of the Supernatural World
The tournament in another world is a feast for heroes.

In the 'real world,' not everyone is watching the live stream all the time: factories need to operate, equipment needs to be maintained, goods need to be transported, and even battles continue.

Both the "Wrath of the Forest" in Osaka and the "Unification of the Realm" in Nagoya involved a large number of forces and armies.

For example, Nagoya—

"These strong individuals are all incredibly powerful."

Kaoru Inoue, protected in the center by a group of "well-behaved Kaorukos," is watching the live stream while drawing.

On the canvas is a new 'Kaoru', but this time, Kaoru is wearing a blue battle robe, a silver-white skirt armor, and holding a long sword, looking heroic and spirited.

That's right, it's the design of 'Artoria'!

"With my abilities"

As Inoue Kaoru sketched out the eyes with her paintbrush, the next second, 'Kaoru' stepped out of the canvas.

"Tell me, are you my Master?"

The 'Knight Kaoruko', wielding a European-style two-handed sword, is exceptionally valiant.

"Well, please give me some advice."

Inoue Kaoru bowed obediently, and the other party nodded in response.

"Please give me more advice."

"So, you need me to fight for you?"

"Yes, the 'arquebusiers' in this city are dealt with by a large number of 'good girls'."

However, the more advanced 'Kongo Warriors' and 'Koga Ninjas' are beyond the capabilities of 'Kuangko' who is armed with firearms.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Wearing blue and white armor, 'Ki Kaoru' nodded, took a step, and leaped high into the air, landing on the roof of a building.

With clanging and clattering sounds, they headed towards the battlefield.

"Although it's just 'copying the tiger's image,' it should still have D+ level strength."

Inoue Kaoru tilted her head and thought for a moment. With this kind of strength, she was more than capable of dealing with those samurai and ninjas.

"Let's move on to the next one,"

I picked up my pen again and began to draw.
This time, Inoue Kaoruko plans to use Machii Isao as a template to draw 'Ken Kaoruko'.

The Pen-Pen Fruit grants the ability to draw more detailed and realistic combat units the more one understands the target. In the world of One Piece, Kanjuro was even able to draw 'Kozuki Oden', which severely injured several of the Nine Red Scabbards and took away the strongest Ashura Doji with a bomb, achieving numerous victories.

On the other hand, Kaido used his ultimate to entangle the enemy's head and finish them off by cutting them in half, yet he failed to take down a single person. It's unbelievable.

This 'Rose Garden Competition'
For Inoue Kaoru, this is also a good opportunity to improve her skills.

The fighting postures of the strong can be drawn and used by her as long as they are captured with a pen: even with a twenty-year gap, Kanjuro, who has revealed his true face, is still quite powerful.

Not only were there clones of the strong one, but there were also several other 'Kaoruko's' drawing beside Inoue Kaoruko.

One by one, ordinary "good girls" emerged from the canvas, continuously replenishing the front lines.

In a true sense, 'one person can form an army,' as one looks around:

They're all 'Kaoru'!
"Oda's army here will be dealt with, and I will..."

With this 'Kaoru Army,' we'll defeat my sister fair and square and snatch away my brother Ritsu!
For Inoue Kaoru, admitting her mistakes is one thing, and stealing a man is another.

A strong man is only worthy of a beautiful woman.

With this in mind, the girl wrote with great speed and enthusiasm.

This is her motivation to become stronger.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Aside from people like Inoue Kaoru.

While some were too busy fighting to pay attention to the 'Otherworld Tournament,' others were also secretly busy.

Tokyo, Minato.

Once, 'Gouchen' fought a battle with America here.

Finally, America recklessly dropped a nuclear bomb, turning the area into ruins.

The island nation, with its 'extensive experience' in nuclear explosions, acted swiftly and quickly rebuilt a new port here: some ports are already in use, while others are still under construction. Every day, all kinds of seagoing ships and land vehicles come and go, making it a mixed bag.

Several black cars stopped at a construction site.

Men dressed in black suits, black ties, and sunglasses got out of the car one after another.

With their arms crossed in a 'V' shape in front of them, they looked as if they had been cut from the same mold.

In comparison, the tall, burly, and nonchalant black men opposite them looked like nothing more than a mob.

This group of black men, dressed in leather jackets and pants, wearing helmets, and with guns of varying lengths tucked into their belts, practically screamed "gangster." And indeed they were a gang: a newly formed maritime transport gang, operating modified jet skis between island nations and the high seas, South Korea, and even the Democratic Republic of Congo.

If you find a suitable target, you can immediately become a pirate!

That's right, they were pirates.

This ancient profession is no longer confined to the waters off Somalia and the Strait of Malacca.

Piracy is most rampant in the area surrounding the island nation!
The Age of Exploration was ushered in by the gold of the Americas.

In the supernatural era, what attracts countless mercenaries, smugglers, and pirates is naturally the island nation's supernatural resources!
The island nation, which suffered several major supernatural disasters, was undoubtedly devastated and in dire straits; but to other countries, it was an adventure paradise 'covered in gold'.

Coupled with the man-made chaos, piracy was rampant: behind these pirates were the shadows of major powers.

If something cannot be obtained through negotiations, then support the armed forces to seize it.

These are gangs known for their old-timer status.
Behind them are, of course, fellow Americans.

Yokohama Federation

You can tell just by the name.

It is a yakuza gang active in Yokohama.

"They're too slow. Aren't islanders usually very punctual?"

Faced with these men in black suits, the leader of the group, a man named James, decided to strike first.

"And another thing! Why won't you let us open and inspect this shipment? What are you guys up to?!"

This was a smuggling transaction.

What was originally a 'normal' business deal turned into a problem because the other party's demands were too numerous, which displeased James, the leader of the 'Yokohama Federation,' a group composed of black men.

Extremely dissatisfied!
and so--

"Open the warehouse and let us inspect the goods!"

"Or, add 50% to the shipping fee!"

That was James's real goal. He didn't care what they wanted them to smuggle; as long as they got the money, anything was negotiable. "Hmph,"

Such price gouging is unacceptable.
The yakuza in his black suit, sunglasses, and tie gave a cold snort.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. The yakuza members did not draw their guns, but instead turned around and lined up in two rows.

"Master, thank you for your help."

Amid two rows of men in black suits bowing their heads, a man in a white suit stepped out of a black sedan.

"Nice to meet you, James from the Yokohama Federation."

The other party was wearing a metallic ghost mask and strange metallic gloves on both hands, clearly not an ordinary person.

“I am 'Explosive Fist',”

?

"What kind of a name is that?"

A mob boss named James brandished his arm and roared as he questioned,

"You think you can get us to deliver the goods for such a small amount of money? Are you kidding me? You bastards!"

Using a loud voice and exaggerated gestures to intimidate opponents and gain the upper hand in negotiations is a common tactic used by their gang.

Even in negotiations between countries, behind closed doors, it's all just cursing and banging on the table.

Because that's how humans are; momentum is also a factor in determining victory or defeat.

Unfortunately, the other party is not someone that can be intimidated by mere humans.

“We at the club never joke around,”

The man in the white suit wearing a ghost mask calmly began to explain.

"I'm here to inform you that you must deliver the goods to their destination at our price, otherwise..."

"What else can we do?"

Snapped,

James snapped his fingers.
Two black men beside him picked up the 'Chicago Typewriter' in their arms, its round drumhead ready to fire.

That is, the weapon whose official name is 'Thompson submachine gun'.

This weapon is known for its 'click-click-click' sound, like that of a typewriter.

Despite being just an old relic from World War II, its sturdy structure has made it a popular collectible among enthusiasts. It also played a significant role in Chicago gang warfare, becoming a local symbol.

The gang equipped themselves with this weapon to commemorate their origin in 'Chicago'.

"Pay obediently, or be—"

madness,

Faced with these dim-witted 'old blacks',
The masked man in the white suit, who called himself "Explosive Fist," kicked his foot impatiently.

boom,

A small flash of light and an explosion occurred at his feet.

At the same time, he charged out at an eerie high speed.

Before the black men could react, a raised fist slammed into the chest of a muscular black man holding a 'Chicago Typewriter'.

boom! !

In flames and explosions,

The 1.9-meter-tall black man was sent flying backward, leaving a charred hole in his chest.

Is it a supernatural being?
"Don't"

Before their leader, James, could give the order, his other men had already turned their guns on him and pulled the triggers.

Da da da da,

The rhythmic, crisp sounds blended together.
11.43 mm bullets, loaded with full power, sprayed out, weaving into a storm of metal.

Before these simple-minded, physically strong black men could even take aim, the masked man in the white suit had already dodged away.

For ordinary people, dodging bullets is entirely a matter of luck; but for supernatural beings, locking onto the position of the opponent's gun muzzle and then dodging is not difficult.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
A few punches later, explosions and flames engulfed the old black gunmen.

The supernatural force, combined with the face-to-face explosion, instantly claimed the lives of these gang members, leaving only their charred corpses slowly falling to the ground.

"Private Marseille, Red Bean Paste Private Marseille!!"

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; James knelt down and begged for mercy.

A standard dogeza (prostration): only, given his imposing physique, it was still a large, round mass.

Snapped,

Next second,
A boot, radiating intense heat, stepped on James's head.

The intense heat traveled through his boots, scorching his scalp, yet the old black leader, kneeling and begging for mercy, could only tremble.

Damn it, this organization has supernatural beings, why didn't they say so earlier!
"Why are you wasting my time?"

A cold voice rang out.
“Even so, our ‘General House’ will still pay.”

As the boots were removed, the other person's voice rang out again.

“If there’s even the slightest problem with the goods, you’ll end up like these idiots on the ground.”

He came here with the intention of giving these black men a warning.

I didn't expect these guys to be so 'cooperative'.

Yes, yes, yes.

If James had known earlier that this organization had a supernatural being in charge, he would never have dared to do this: he almost died! As for the few men he lost, a trip back to his hometown would have provided him with some black men willing to take up arms and "do big things" with him.

"Bring the 'goods' over here,"

As the masked man in the white suit waved his hand, several men in black suits carried over a 'coffin'.

This is?

"What's this,"

A calm voice rang out, causing everyone present to turn their heads to look.

On the dock, a man dressed in a red ninja outfit appeared out of nowhere, his entire body as red as fire and as red as blood.

"Can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)