A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 257 Zombie Virus Outbreak

"First of all, my name is Smith."

Leaning against the deserted alley, the muscles that make up the body writhe and 'squeeze' out the deformed bullets one by one.

A white man in a jacket and jeans, his face hidden by a hood, muttered to himself.

And it seems that his status is not low?
With his memory blank, but his common sense and thinking ability still intact, 'Smith' began to analyze the situation and try to understand the 'three philosophical questions'.

"Secondly, this is New York."

Looking up at the billboards outside the alley, the Manhattan sign was clearly visible.

Manhattan is the 'real' New York. Four hundred years ago, the Dutch bought Manhattan Island from the Native Americans at a low price and established a trading post near the mouth of the Hudson River, which they called 'New Amsterdam'.

It was later taken over by the English and renamed New York.

As for the remaining boroughs of Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Staten Island, they were all later incorporated into New York City and cannot be considered 'real' New York.

Of course, this is just what Manhattan residents say, just like the term "Upper Three Wards" used in the island nation of Tokyo.

Regional hierarchies of contempt exist everywhere.

These thoughts flashed through Smith's mind as he tried to ascertain who he was and where he was, before facing the third question:

"What should we do next?"

"Who's there?!"

Before Smith, whose mind was completely blank,
After thinking it through, a shout rang out from the alleyway entrance.

"Hands up—"

At the same time, the dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at us.

It was an obese white man in a police uniform, angrily pointing a gun at Smith in the alley.

How dare this guy? Oh right, he's wearing a hood.

My first reaction was that it was absurd.
Smith immediately realized what was happening: a hooded, mysterious man in the alley—a classic scene of a Black man 'selling goods'. Given the situation in America, the fact that he didn't immediately open fire is largely thanks to the widespread use of body cameras.

Body camera?!

Smith's gaze fell on the other man's chest, and his pupils contracted beneath the hood.

This guy didn't turn on his body camera!

boom! boom! boom!
The next moment, a whistling bullet knocked Smith to the ground.

Every shot to the head

"This is number 1574. Shooting! Shooting!"

The white police officer who shot Smith first pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to report the situation.

"The alleyway near 2310 Broadway on the Upper West Side of Manhattan."

"No, we don't need any support."

“A gang member tried to attack me.”

In the past, such an explanation would have been riddled with holes. If someone fired a gun without turning on the body camera, they would have been 100% likely to lose the case and face a huge settlement of tens of millions of dollars.

After all, 'Black Lives Matter' is a favorite of vulture lawyers.

But things are different now. The chaos brought about by the supernatural has led many departments to 'simplify everything'.

Unbeknownst to many, police power expanded again into the 1970s.

Old Black? I don't care.

"I will continue patrolling, yes."

He turned off the walkie-talkie, and the obese white policeman angrily stepped forward and kicked the corpse on the ground.

"Damn it, black... wait, buddy!"

Upon getting closer, the obese policeman realized that he seemed to have 'hit the wrong person'.

Under the hood was a white man with a face covered in bruises.

"Oh my God!"

Snapped,

Just as the white police officer crouched down to check, a hand gripped his gun.

"You bastard, are you blind?"

To encounter a racist and be shot three times in the face, no one would be in a good mood.

and so--

Bang!
A powerful swing punch landed heavily on the opponent's temple.

With a snap, the other person's head deformed and caved in, leaving Smith, who had raised his fist again, stunned.

This is way too fragile!
While Smith was still in a daze, his fists automatically turned into tentacles, piercing into the policeman's skull.

What is it?
As the tentacles twitched, streams of warm current flowed into the body.

It also contains a portion of the other party's memories:

Name, department, family.
"So it turns out the daughter ran off with Lao Hei. No wonder they resorted to such underhanded tactics."

After a long pause, Smith shook his head and put down the shriveled corpse in his hand: if it weren't for the oversized police uniform, no one would have associated this skin-and-bones mummy with the obese policeman from before.

"I feel like my power has increased?"

Smith stood up and flexed his hands. This wasn't an illusion; he had truly become stronger.

He raised his hand to touch it, and the bullet wound on his face was healing rapidly.

Ding, ding, ding,

As the three deformed bullets fell to the ground, Smith was restored to normal.

"Superhuman resilience?"

"Absorbing biological power to become stronger, and possessing rapid healing abilities?"

Even without the memory, Smith was quite certain that normal humans did not possess such abilities.

"The victory is decided!"

Just then, shouts in Japanese came from a giant billboard not far outside the alley.

"Beowulf won!"

Turning his head to look at the live stream on the billboard, Smith shook his head.

"Okay, so it was my problem."

On the live stream, two powerful figures from another world shattered the arena, leaving behind a desolate wasteland of undulating rocks; if it weren't for the transparent barrier surrounding it, the surrounding 100,000 spectators would have perished as well.

Compared to that horrific scene, what is Smith's little 'trickery'?
"family,"

From the police officer's recollection, Smith sensed the importance he placed on blood relatives.

“I remember those two 'doctors' saying,”

He has a younger sister named Dana?
With the help of the police's internal system, it should be easy to find the whereabouts of this 'sister'. Thinking of this, Smith's gaze fell on the mummified corpse on the ground.

The next second, his body began to wriggle.

Police uniforms were woven out of thin air, and the body shape also changed to resemble that of the previous police officers.

Pick up the walkie-talkie and press the button.

"Zizzi"

"This is number 1574, everything is normal."

Even the voice was almost identical to that of the previous police officer.

Although I don't know how these abilities work, I'll find my 'sister' Dana first!
The obese white police officer walked out of the alley and headed toward the police car parked not far away.

Not bad.
The virus's capabilities were used perfectly.

All of this was seen by someone: in his script, the one attached to Smith was the Water Dragon God!

That's right. As one of the heads of the Yamata no Orochi, even if its body is suppressed, it's still possible for a wisp of its consciousness to attach itself to someone.

What this 'Smith' now possesses is the true 'Blacklight Virus' capability.

Of course, this 'Blacklight Virus' was created by someone using diseased fruit.

The world of One Piece is capable of producing viruses.

One of Kaido's three top lieutenants, the fat Queen.

Because he often sings and dances, many people have forgotten that his nickname is "Pandemic Disaster," and that he is actually a scientist.

The 'mummy' virus created by this guy will infect you once you come into contact with it. It will make you feel like you are being burned by flames all over your body, with high temperature spreading out of your body. In the end, your blood will gush out, and after death, your body will become as dry as a mummy.

There is also the 'Ice Ghost' virus, where the cold air gradually spreads from the point of injury to the whole body;
The place covered by cold will become like a demon, and if it is not detoxified within an hour, it will die.

People infected with the virus will attack others uncontrollably, indiscriminately, and anyone who comes into contact with them will immediately become infected. Infected people will exhaust all their energy to engage in frenzied battles.

It's basically an enhanced version of a high-level 'zombie virus': you have to remember that during the Wano Country war, the grunts on both sides were all beings who possessed Haki.

As a result, even skilled fighters like Luffy and Jinbe were infected with the virus, demonstrating its formidable nature!

The 'Black Light Virus' created by Akizuki Ryū was much weaker.

It can only infect ordinary people.

Transmitted through the bloodstream, it destroys most brain cells, turning people into berserk 'zombies'.

That's not the point. The point is that through killing, one can absorb the essence of the flesh and blood of humans, or even other infected individuals, and eventually generate 'qi'—regardless of whether it will cause brain damage, just ask yourself if it's supernatural.

Meanwhile, these viruses control the flesh and blood.
It can also simulate other shapes: clothes, people, or even weapons.

Essentially, it is a form of biomimicry.

That is:

Smith was actually 'streaking'.

"It's almost time,"

Initially, it was the 'Water Dragon God' who personally infected Smith and the rest of the convoy.

As the 'Blacklight Virus' takes effect in these people, it will quickly spread:

One borough of New York City has a population of one or two million.

The total comes to nearly ten million; this wave:
"There should be millions of 'supernatural beings' being born, right?"

These supernatural beings may be somewhat 'unfriendly,' but it's believed that Americans won't mind.

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.

"Cough cough,"

"Deputy Director, are you alright?"

In another upscale private hospital, in a VIP ward, the secretary approached the deputy director of the Secret Service with concern.

"I'm fine,"

The deputy director, whose face was somewhat pale, shook his head. His arm, which was in a cast, was hanging in front of him, and there were fine blood vessels in his pupils.

This appearance went unnoticed by anyone, whether doctors, nurses, or secretaries: having survived a car accident and the sudden onset of a mental breakdown by Commissioner Smith, it would be truly bizarre if he were still radiant.

Something's wrong, why is everything in front of me becoming blurry?
He raised his other hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The deputy director's gaze was gradually drawn to the black and red.
An instinctive hunger surges into the brain, and the frantic secretion of hormones is enough to control the behavior of an organism: the desire to mate, the desire to eat, the desire to attack, and so on.

The harm of drugs lies in their ability to disrupt the brain's secretion, immersing people in a false sense of 'pleasure' from which they cannot extricate themselves.

The so-called 'black light virus' is even more aggressive, directly injecting various hormones into the brain at a dose that is more than ten times higher!
Rather than turning people into women, this is where the 'fruit of disease' should be used.

"Yes, Mr. President, the Deputy Director is fine."

Glug,

The secretary, who was making a phone call with her back to the deputy director, did not see her superior behind her, whose Adam's apple bobbed.

Until a fierce wind came and knocked him to the ground.

"Sir? Sir!"

As the secretary turned to look at her boss, trying to ask something, two rows of magnified white teeth rapidly approached in her eyes.

It bit down hard on his neck.

click,

"Ah~~!!"

The screams that came through the phone

The situation startled the American president, who was gathering information.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Answer me—"

Chew, chew, chew.
On the other end of the phone, however, came a chilling chewing sound.

what happened?
Soon, the American president learned of it.

Because an aide burst through the office door and stumbled in.

"President, an emergency has occurred!"

"Several hospitals in downtown New York City have been hit by an infectious virus that resembles a 'zombie,' which is spreading throughout the city at an alarming rate!"

These hospitals are treating people who had been in contact with "Commissioner Smith".

And the passersby who were accidentally injured!
???

"Damn island nation—"

Upon hearing this news, the president stood up abruptly and cursed angrily.

They actually released this plague virus into the great America!

(End of this chapter)