A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 258 American Traditional Programs
Chiyoda, Tokyo.

Metropolitan Police Department Inspector's Office.

"Beowulf did indeed win."

It's nighttime in America, but daytime here in the island nation; many experts, or rather, insightful people, have their own perspectives on the battles of the world.

For example, both Director Fujita and Kana Mitani thought Beowulf would win.

"Yes, Dietrich's mental state is clearly not comparable to that of the King of the North."

Miya Hana echoed what Director Fujita said.

"In a battle between the strong, mindset is very important."

This is undeniable. For example, there's Old Sand who lost a hand, and Magic Duck who became a fat couch potato after being wiped out. Once his spirits were broken, his strength plummeted.

While Dietrich wasn't quite that extreme, he clearly had a problem with his mindset.

In the live stream footage, the smoke and dust began to dissipate.

Beowulf, with his long sword hanging at his waist, walked toward the effeminate prince who lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

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, it hurts so much!"

Despite possessing the 'Pain Fruit,' which allows him to convert the damage he suffers into power, it was Dietrich who ultimately fell.

He was pushed beyond his limits and ultimately succumbed to defeat.

"Beowulf, you've won."

His eyes moved slightly.

She looked at the burly man who had walked up to her.
The effeminate prince, lying on the ground, wholeheartedly admitted defeat.

“You are very strong too, Lord Dietrich.”

His armor had vanished without a trace, and his cloak had disappeared in the previous battle, revealing a muscular physique covered in grotesque, bloody wounds; far from diminishing Beowulf's imposing presence, it instead exuded an aura of unwavering strength and invincibility.

"I've heard a little about your deeds."

The burly Beowulf crouched down and extended his hand to the effeminate prince.

"For you, pain is happiness, so you are troubled by your inability to understand the people."

"But what does it matter?"

Beowulf helped the other person up, displaying his usual uprightness and integrity.

"You continue to fight to protect the people, the soldiers, and your friends: your actions are worthy of the name of a king!"

As he spoke, he removed his armor, revealing himself to be shirtless and covered in wounds, the effeminate prince helping himself to the audience seats.

slap slap slap,

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

A few seconds later, thunderous applause erupted, and all the audience members clapped, including the contestants at the very front.

"As expected of Beowulf,"

"Such a kingly demeanor is truly admirable."

Tianma Xing exclaimed in admiration, "Not only did he win, but he also comforted the other side."

"Yes, powerful in every way—whether it's skill, fighting prowess, or demeanor."

Machii Isao was indeed a swordsman, but he also understood that such a kingly demeanor was truly captivating. Their admiration caused Artoria's eyes to flicker.

Only a king with such magnanimity could lead Great Britain.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rei."

Dietrich, who was sent back to the stands and couldn't even stand up, was the first to apologize to Rei.

"It's okay, you've done your best."

Surprisingly, Ryou didn't curse the pervert; instead, her gaze fell on Beowulf.

"Lord Beowulf, could our contest be postponed for a moment?"

After speaking, Ling's gaze fell on Dietrich.

"Let me heal my companion first."

"It doesn't matter,"

Beowulf was very easy to talk to.

"I am ready to fight anytime it is necessary."

A few minutes later, the host 'The Joker' announced:
"After discussions between the two sides, the match is temporarily suspended - spectators, you can take this opportunity to grab a bite to eat or change your pants."

Such a fierce battle is like dancing with death just to watch it.
It's quite normal that many viewers were so scared they wet themselves.

And there was cheering and applause.

It also consumes a lot of physical strength.

Just as the 'Rose Garden Competition' was entering its break time, and the dignitaries from various countries had barely breathed a sigh of relief, they received shocking news.

Another supernatural disaster has struck their 'real world'!
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.

"what?!"

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Chief's office, Chief Fujita's voice suddenly rose eight octaves as he picked up the phone.

"Mr. President, your statement is utter nonsense!"

Director Fujita rubbed his temples, recovering from the shock of the news.

"We have no reason or motivation to do this: the island nation already has enough troubles, what good would it do us?"

Are we making enemies out of thin air?
The director knew this, and so did the president on the other side.

The reason for the call was quickly revealed—

"Compensation? Super injection? Mr. Da Tong, you're not kidding, are you?"

Under Miya Hana's sympathetic gaze, Director Fujita argued with the other party for a long time; finally, he pushed the trouble onto the newly appointed prime minister before hanging up the phone.

"Damn America, they're trying to blackmail us again!"

After hanging up the phone, the director started cursing.

"but--"

"We were lucky."

"yes,"

Miya Kana took over the conversation.

"This ability must belong to that 'Water Dragon God', right?"

It's not hard to guess that the force that Commissioner Smith came into contact with was the supernatural power of 'Rong Hill'.

Of these, only the 'Water Dragon God' has the ability to spread the virus over a wide area: now, millions of people in many counties in the northern part of the island nation are still 'drinking more hot water' every day and exercising desperately to expel toxins from their bodies, otherwise they will suffer unbearable pain.

Many old folks simply find a propitious spot, hang themselves, and give up without bothering to struggle. The island nation's government, however, seems to welcome this arrangement.

No one expected that the Water Dragon God would possess Commissioner Smith.

Thankfully, it didn't break out in the island nation; thankfully, they exchanged Smith back; thankfully...
In short, America is now in a real bind.

"The outbreak in America this time is caused by a virus that is similar to a 'zombie' infection."

"From the scattered intelligence, these zombies are not slow at all; in fact, they surpass normal humans in both speed and strength."

New York is, after all, the world's leading metropolis, and it also hosts numerous embassies of various countries. In peacetime, these embassies undertake the task of 'intelligence gathering,' not to mention in this supernatural era.

Not only island nations, but other countries also received this astonishing news.

America, a country that loves making zombie movies, is actually facing a biological crisis!
Moreover, the intelligence that was transmitted back showed that

The pathogen, which America has named the 'island virus,' is spreading at an alarming rate in New York.

Perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, it will shine on a dead city?
"It shouldn't be that bad,"

Miya Hana is optimistic about this.

"Zombies alone are not a big problem under modern firepower."

Furthermore, due to the supernatural era, the militaries of almost all countries are in a state of war preparedness, and various protective materials are prioritized for supplying the military. In Miyako Hana's view:
"It should be suppressed soon,"

America is a truly free country where 'everyone can own a gun'.

Ordinary zombies, can they really stop bullets?

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.

"Fire!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

Da da da da,

The famous Times Square has been transformed into a fierce battlefield.

American soldiers hiding behind the vehicles pulled the triggers of their M4 carbines, disregarding the possibility of accidentally injuring passersby. The bullets that sprayed out formed metal 'whips' as they chased after the monster that was flying along the building wall.

Gun muzzles spewed smoke under the cover of night, yet the crisscrossing barrage was left behind by this agile monster.

brush----

Along the building's glass facade,

The monster, charging with all four limbs, suddenly pounced down, its outstretched limbs resembling those of an eagle preparing to hunt a mouse.

However, the intention to attack was too obvious. Several sergeants who had been aiming for a while without firing their guns suddenly opened fire on the leaping figure.

Puff puff puff,

The bullet pierced through the 'monster' still dressed in human clothes, instantly splattering blood everywhere as it flew through the air.

Snap,

By the time it fell, it had become a convulsing corpse.

No, I should say these guys are long dead.

"Report! Mutant detected!"

The squad commander pressed his earpiece and reported to his superiors.

"This mutant is very fast; it can run up walls at a 90-degree angle. We need—"

"careful!"

"ah,"

Da da da da,

The screams of gunfire beside him interrupted the commander's report.
He looked up and saw that several 'mutants' had taken advantage of the distraction to quietly crawl towards their position, using the cars on the street as cover, and suddenly attacked when they got close!
? !
These bastards actually know tactics?

There was no time for the squad to regret their actions. The creeping 'mutants' pounced on them, their sharp claws slashing across their bodies. The bulletproof vests could offer some protection, but their arms, thighs, faces, and throats immediately became fatal weak points.

It wasn't until he was tackled to the ground by a 'mutant' and noticed the other's human features that the commander realized what was happening.

The other party was once human, so perhaps this mutation will retain some intelligence?

click,

As the other person took a bite, intense pain and despair overwhelmed him.

Finished

If you get bitten
Even if they break free, they'll only turn into 'zombies'.

The commander, having lost his will to fight, struggled only symbolically for a few moments before being killed completely.

Meanwhile, the other 'mutants' pounced on the other soldiers and began to feast on them: their strength was still very weak, and they could only eat in the primitive way of 'mouth'.

But that's okay. As they continue to devour, these mutants will also continuously increase their strength and reach higher levels.

"This is the American Emergency Alert System."

Above the squad, a cold announcement was being broadcast.

Centered on Manhattan, New York City

"Queens and the Bronx are experiencing a serious public health and safety incident."

"The federal government has identified a highly aggressive, unidentified pathogen that causes individuals to exhibit extreme aggressive behavior and cognitive impairment."

The radio began blaring throughout New York City, waking up those watching "The News King" live, those enjoying their nightlife, and those fast asleep, forcing them, in their bewilderment, to confront a cold, hard reality:

A supernatural disaster has struck New York!
"This virus outbreak meets the criteria for a supernatural disaster, with a disaster level of B, and is tentatively named 'Biological Crisis'."

"All citizens, please immediately comply with the following instructions:"

"Immediate evacuation: Wherever you are, get indoors immediately and lock all doors and windows, and stay away from windows."

"Do not go out: Do not go out unless there is a life-threatening situation; repeat, do not go out."

"Avoid contact: Anyone exhibiting unusual behavior, groaning, unsteady gait, or with visible wounds is highly dangerous. Keep at least 50 feet (about 15 meters) away from them and do not attempt to communicate with or offer assistance."

"For the latest information, please obtain it from this radio station, the official government website or the FEMA app. Do not believe unverified rumors on social media."

"If you encounter an infected person: if you cannot avoid them, aim for their head and deliver a decisive blow to incapacitate them."

"I repeat, this is not a drill. This is not a drill."

at the same time,

The New York City Police Department and Fire Department mobilized all personnel, and the National Guard also rushed to the scene.

Just a dozen minutes ago, the world's top metropolis was bustling and vibrant, but in an instant, it became a battlefield filled with the incessant sound of gunfire.

They vowed to suppress this 'supernatural disaster'.

As for the results?

Only Heaven knows—

(End of this chapter)