A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 256 Smith's Bizarre Adventure
Manhattan, Park Road.

Inside the highest-standard emergency room in the Kendak Tower.

"Damn it, we were dragged here just to treat a corpse?"

Two doctors, dressed in heavy protective suits like astronauts, were complaining. They were university professors at New York Medical College, America's 'elite class,' and treating corpses was a trivial matter that their assistants could easily handle.

No, I should say, you could do it even if you just grabbed a homeless person off the street.

Because it's pointless!

Stop complaining and get to work.

"Damn it, even the 'Rose Garden Competition' can only be watched as a pre-recorded video later."

Another voice continued to chatter, clearly annoyed, followed by the clanging of metal equipment.

"Isn't this guy Smith?"

"He finally died, which is a fitting end for his crimes."

Smith?
Who is that?
"I remember he had a younger sister, quite pretty, named Dana?"

younger sister?

Dana—

"Bring me the pacemaker,"

Another voice continued to ring out.
"Even if it's a corpse, we must do our best to 'rescue' it."

corpse,

Is he talking about himself?!

open eyes,

The white 'corpse' on the operating table suddenly opened its eyes and sat up.

Such a terrifying event caused two PhDs who were pulled in late at night to urinate in their fully enclosed hazmat suits on the spot.

"watt?!"

"Olfak, run!"

Although I don't know why the body—no, the 'patient'—that the Secret Service sent suddenly sat up.

But the gunshot wounds remaining on his chest, like a honeycomb, were still visible.
He doesn't seem to have the strength to sit up.

The fact that the two doctors weren't paralyzed with fear at the sight of being 'resurrected' is a testament to their mental fortitude! They scrambled towards the door, frantically pounding on the light switch, terrified that the monster behind them would tear them to shreds on the spot.

However, they were overthinking it, because the man who had sat up from the operating table was tumbling and falling down in a sorry state.

As he tried to stand up, supporting himself on the operating table, he was bewildered and faced with three philosophical questions:

who am I?
Where am I?

What should I do?
"Warning! Warning! Warning!"

"Cease all resistance immediately and stand still! Otherwise, you will be executed on the spot!"

A cold, rigid electronic voice came from all directions, while several ventilation vents began to release colorless gas with tear-inducing and anesthetic effects.

???

The man, still in a daze, instinctively sensed danger.

Fortunately, the two people in hazmat suits forgot to close the gate when they left.

Almost instinctively, the middle-aged white man immediately ran towards the door: the sounds around him made him eager to leave.

But it's not that simple.
tap tap tap,

I hadn't gone far from the operating room when hurried footsteps rapidly approached.

A group of people wearing modular bulletproof vests, high-tech integrated tactical helmets, and carrying HK416s loaded with various accessories jogged towards them. The white man glanced at them, as if he were seeing walking gold.

This outfit would cost at least 500,000 knives, damn it! What am I thinking?

"stop!"

"Oh, damn it!"

Upon seeing the white man, these guys started shouting as if they had seen something incredible, and some even instinctively pulled the trigger.

Da da da da,

Full-powered rifle bullets swept in, instantly causing the white man to splatter blood and convulse as he began to breakdance.

"Ceasefire!"

"Stop firing, you idiots!"

Such an action caused the commander at the rear to feel a rush of blood to his brain, nearly resulting in a cerebral hemorrhage. His roar exploded from inside the helmets of these elite soldiers.

"Bullshit! You were given the right to control the target?! Is this how you control them?!"

"Sir, Commissioner Smith is dead!"

One soldier instinctively retorted, then quickly added:

“I mean, we watched Commissioner Smith die with our own eyes. And now this.”

It's hard to say what kind of 'thing' it is.

"Shut up!"

Do you want to go to a military court?

The commander at the rear had a clear view of the scene through the camera. Smith, who was thought to be dead, had mysteriously come back to life—only to be shot dead by the soldiers who rushed in. This almost made Lieutenant General Thomas, who was watching all of this, faint on the spot.

Yes, Lieutenant General Thomas.

The former leader of the Yokosuka base was kicked out shortly after he started his 'supernatural activities'.

However, after returning to America, he was not stripped of his power, but continued to oversee 'paranormal research': countless movies, games, and novels have shown that in this kind of research, it's perfectly normal to die at any time.

Other powerful figures simply waited for the results, while Lieutenant General Thomas had much more to consider.

"Go and check immediately!"

At his command, a soldier reluctantly stepped forward, his gun pointed at the 'corpse' on the ground.

Damn it, today's events are too bizarre.

First, Commissioner Smith, whom they were escorting, suddenly "went crazy," grabbing the steering wheel from the driver halfway through the journey, causing the vehicle to crash violently into the roadside. Then he jumped out of the car, grabbed a gun, and began firing wildly: in such a situation, the American soldiers' instinctive reaction was to empty the magazine.

Therefore, Smith, whose 'heavy metal content exceeded the standard,' was sent here for emergency treatment.

Two doctors just ran out and said that Smith has come back to life.

The soldiers initially didn't believe it, but when they came over:
Another subconscious burst of fire.

*Snap!* Just as the soldier cautiously approached, a hand suddenly grabbed the muzzle of his gun.

"Shit?!"

Before the soldier could pull the trigger, the 'corpse' on the ground suddenly sprang up.

He grabbed the soldier's gun, turned it around, and pointed it at the group of soldiers on guard behind.

"NO——"

A desperate cry rang out.
The next second, intense gunfire erupted in the corridor.

Da da da da da da! ! !

Both sides opened fire almost simultaneously, their reactions were so swift that they lived up to the name "American Iaijutsu"; bullets ricocheted and ricocheted through the corridor, spraying blood everywhere.

Bulletproof vests ultimately can't stop bullets: to be precise, they can only stop handgun bullets or stray rifle bullets at long range.

However, in such a confined space, they could only make the corpse look slightly 'good'.

All technological weapons suffer from the problem that 'offense' outweighs 'defense'.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire! Ceasefire!"

The orders from superiors kept coming through the headset, but no one would carry them out anymore because:
Knock knock knock,

At such close range, being sprayed with bullets by a full-powered rifle, unless the body armor has steel plates embedded in it, there is only a slight chance of survival.

Otherwise, this equipment worth half a million dollars still wouldn't save anyone's life.

American soldiers collapsed in pools of blood.

wrong!

As soldiers fell one by one, one man remained standing.

"Smith?"

Is this my name?

The white man's gaze swept over the body on the ground, and the camera on it made him shudder.

Someone is watching me!

Without thinking twice, the man strode over the corpses and ran wildly away.

Although he didn't remember who he was or what he was supposed to do, he still had basic common sense: this was America, and the people he had just killed were elite American soldiers.

If you stay here any longer, you'll be hit by a Hellfire air-to-ground missile!

Tap tap tap,

He quickly stepped over the corpses and ran to a window. The man, who had just learned his name was 'Smith,' stopped and turned to look.

A pale-faced figure in tattered surgical scrubs was reflected in the window;
There's no way to escape this stance.
Then let's change our clothes!
The thought had just surfaced when

Dark lines began to appear on the surface of his skin.

These lines spun rapidly as they danced, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a hooded black leather jacket, paired with blue jeans and black leather shoes.

???

What kind of ability is this?
Before he could think about the problem, footsteps came from ahead, which made 'Smith' grit his teeth and suddenly slam into the window.

Bang!
The window shattered into countless pieces.
However, modern glass technology allows these panes of glass to shatter without breaking, leaving only a white crack.

'Smith' had already flown out of the hole and crashed heavily below.

thud,

He plopped down on the ground.
Looking up at the fifth-floor window from which he had jumped, 'Smith' swung his arms and ran wildly in any direction he chose.

"where is it?"

He escaped through the broken window.

"Damn it, report this to your superiors immediately!"

A few seconds later, a commotion erupted from a broken window on the fifth floor of the building, but no matter how many elite soldiers stuck their heads out, they could see nothing in the darkness.

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.

Washington,
"Mr. President,"

In the White House, which is currently undergoing extensive construction and reinforcement, an aide hurriedly pushed open the door to the President's office.

"I'm sorry to bother you, there's an emergency."

The president, who was watching the live stream from another world, looked up and saw the urgency of the situation on his advisor's face.

"Speak, sir."

As the president gestured, his aides spoke rapidly.

"Just thirteen minutes ago, Commissioner Smith, who had been presumed dead, suddenly 'woke up' in Kendak's private emergency room."

? ?
"gentlemen,"

The American leader pressed his palm down, signaling the other party to wait.

Although the president is over eighty, he does not have dementia, and besides:
"About thirty minutes ago, you reported that Commissioner Smith was shot dead on the spot by his escorts due to a sudden mental breakdown."

Furthermore, the report used the description "shot dozens of times": those were full-powered rifle bullets, not the kind of ineffective handgun bullets used by police. Even a Tyrannosaurus Rex would be riddled with bullets on the spot. Could it be that Smith...?

"Yes,"

Noticing the president's expression, the aide continued to report.

"We have reason to believe that Commissioner Smith has actually acquired some kind of supernatural power. Or—"

He's been possessed by some supernatural force!
"Damn island nation,"

The president's first reaction was that they had been tricked by the island nation.

The island nation had captured Smith not just a day or two ago; he was just an ordinary person there. But once he arrived in America, he immediately experienced a 'resurrection'?

"Get the CIA, FBI, military, police—all armed forces involved."

Find Smith!
This gave the president a very bad feeling.

It was as if some great disaster was about to befall us.

While America has abundant technological weapons, it only has some E-level supernatural beings, and not even a D-level one!

If a supernatural disaster were to occur, I fear—

It won't be that wonderful!

Hopefully it's just a false alarm.

(End of this chapter)