A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 264 Virus Evolution
"It's just ahead,"

brush----

A figure leaped across the bridge where fierce fighting was taking place.

This is not the Manhattan Bridge: Manhattan is surrounded by water and has more than a dozen bridges connecting it to the outside world.

Holding his younger sister, he leaped across the bridge's cableway. Below Smith was the 'Third Avenue Bridge,' and beyond that bridge lay the Bronx.

"Ok?"

A glance swept over him, and Smith, hidden under his hood, uttered a soft sound of doubt.

The area was even more 'horrific' than he had imagined; cars crashed and burning were everywhere, and the streets were in complete chaos. Flames were even rising from many buildings as looting raged through the streets.
"Oh oh oh oh-"

"Go to hell!"

Da da da da,

Pickup trucks roared past one after another.

The young man in the car, his face covered with a skull mask, was constantly pulling the trigger: not to attack the zombies, but to spray bullets at the buildings on both sides.

Shops on the commercial street were smashed open, and black men kept pushing things out, throwing them all into the back of pickup trucks without caring what they were, then starting the vehicles and speeding away. This 'familiar' yet strange scene made Smith frown.

He was familiar with it because, in his mind, it was a normal thing.

It feels strange when you actually face it; it's still unbelievable.

It's practically a scene of apocalyptic chaos!
"Are these guys out of their minds?"

"How normal!"

The night wind howled, and Dana, the younger sister in her arms, pouted.

"More than 40 percent of New York's population are immigrants. How much of a sense of belonging do you expect these people to have here?"

The world's largest metropolis, financial center, diverse city, and a place to pursue dreams. Behind these illustrious titles lies the annual influx of over 100,000 immigrants, along with millions of undocumented immigrants. Meanwhile, New York's population has been declining by more than 5% for several consecutive years. The pressure of living in this city is far beyond what ordinary people can bear.

"It's just a free purchase, nothing to make a fuss about."

"Is that so?"

In Smith's words,

With a bewildered surprise.

At this point, all these people are thinking about is 'getting rich'?
Humans are truly amazing.

wow-

Amidst the sounds of destruction and explosion, with their backs as the point of contact, two figures crashed into a high-rise apartment building, leaving a huge gap in the glass.

The shattered tempered glass was glued together and did not break, preventing the shards from injuring the little sister in his arms.

"Are you okay?"

In the instant he crashed into the glass, Smith stretched the 'flesh and blood' on his back, forming a hemisphere: not to protect himself, but to protect Dana in his arms.

"fine,"

Dana, now firmly on her feet, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Your 'amnesia' is too complete. If you had this kind of gentlemanly demeanor before..."

He wouldn't part ways with his sister, nor would he divorce Miss Karen.

"Let's go see if Miss Karen is still here."

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Dana gestured towards the corridor ahead: she was just an ordinary young woman, so of course her brother Smith should go first.

“Stay close to me,”

Smith didn't refuse and took the lead.

Soon, the two learned where Karen Parker's apartment was located.

Knock knock knock,

"Miss Karen, are you home?"

"Miss Karen."

"Stop knocking, who would dare open the door at a time like this?"

Dana stopped her brother from behaving too much like a gentleman and gestured towards the door.

"Open the door, brother."

".good."

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it sharply.
collapse! !

The steel door lock twisted instantly under the force, and then the door was pushed open and someone entered.

"anyone there?"

Dana had just stepped into the living room when she was abruptly pulled back.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Gunshots rang out in the living room, and Dana, who was being protected by Smith, belatedly realized what was happening.

"Don't shoot—"

"Brother, are you okay?"

Without a doubt, if she hadn't been pulled back and held in his arms, she would already be lying down with 'excessive heavy metals' by now.

"I'm fine,"

I calmly stretched my shoulders, and then I heard a few clanging sounds behind me.

Those were deformed bullets, the sound of them falling.

Oh my god!

A gasp came from the living room, which turned into shock as Smith turned his head.

"why you?!"

The American blonde bombshell who fired the shot from behind the sofa was none other than Smith's ex-wife: Karen Parker.

“It’s me, Miss Karen.”

Smith's serious expression made the other person feel like a complete stranger.

However, she soon found out the reason.

"Have you lost your memory?"

"Sorry, I thought they were thugs."

"It doesn't matter,"

In the living room, Smith sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looking completely indifferent.

"We broke into your home, so your shooting was legal and justified."

These words left the blonde beauty completely astonished.

Is this really Smith?
Wait, is amnesia really that powerful?

Did he turn that jerk into the composed man before you?

Unbelievable
"I...I was wrong too."

After all, if it were a normal person—like the angry young female reporter standing nearby—they would already be dead. So, Ms. Karen instinctively apologized.

"Mr. Smith, is there anything I can help you with?"

“We’re divorced. If it’s any of your personal belongings, I’ve already thrown them away.” “Ms. Karen, I want to ask you—”

Smith put down his coffee with a serious expression.
What kind of person was I before?

?

In the past, Karen Parker would have already slammed her fist on the table in protest over this issue.

However, having just fired a shot at the other person who was completely unharmed, I simply didn't have the courage.

"You used to"

Miss Karen is really hard to describe.

"Please speak freely; I want to understand the most authentic 'self'."

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.

On the other side of Manhattan,
"A powerful dunk!"

His right arm transformed into a huge, heavy sphere, and the young black Alexander leaped high into the air, his entire body crashing down like a meteor hitting the earth.

boom----! !

A huge fist slammed heavily onto the top of a tank.

Under the terrifying force, the turret of this 'M1 Abrams main battle tank' instantly caved in, the gun barrel rose high, and the sturdy body was twisted!
Like a matchbox, crushed underfoot; the composite armor and depleted uranium-enhanced protection seem to have vanished.

"The instantaneous impact force is approximately 1.9 × 10⁻⁶ Newtons (N),"

"A single attack generates approximately 380 megajoules of energy, roughly equivalent to the energy released by the explosion of 90 kilograms of TNT!"

"This has nothing to do with humanity anymore, that's all."

Supernatural existence!
Numerous sensors installed on the tank transmitted data, which was then collected and analyzed by scientists at the rear, resulting in a terrifying statistic.

This is no longer a human being; it's a mobile, high-explosive device.

Moreover, it can harness such enormous energy.
Gathered in the fist.

Forget traditional science, now it's the age of supernatural science!
"it is good!"

slap slap slap slap,

Meanwhile, on the streets of Manhattan, New York, Colonel Michelle, Congressman Michelle, and other high-ranking officials who had rushed over applauded.

Even that punch just now, the flying parts were enough to instantly tear their 'weak' bodies apart.

These "big shots" went to great lengths to befriend this "superhero".

"Mr. Alexander, whether we can survive this disaster depends on you!"

"You are the savior of America!"

"Whatever you need, as long as it's within our capabilities, we will never refuse—"

Faced with the flattery of these important figures, the young black man smiled shyly, raised his head, bent his waist, and pounded his chest with his hand.

"For America, I will give it my all!"

Old (or young) fox!

As for what they were thinking, they were both cursing inwardly.

Alexander had long seen through the true colors of these politicians: when he first made his fortune, he plunged headlong into the world of fame and fortune in 'high society' with the money he earned through his own hard work, only to be completely fooled. The movies he invested in were clearly box office hits, but after all the maneuvering, they turned out to be huge losses, leaving him with nothing.

Those politicians who took his campaign funds have either been transferred or promoted before they have brought him any returns.

After being scammed a few times, the quick-witted young Black man soon mastered how to play the game in America.

You need to have the ability to earn points, and you also need to have the ability to spend them.

What kind of thing should I ask, and who should I contact to get it done?

This is all the knowledge of 'big shots'!

But now—

"Gentlemen, I'm preparing to enter the disaster area to rescue people. You..."

"Please go ahead, our great hero!"

We look forward to your triumphant return!

The high-ranking officials all wore smiles and spoke softly, as if everything in the world was so wonderful.

However, once Alexander left, these people immediately stopped smiling.

Such power

"Can it be copied or ported?"

Given the chance, who wouldn't want to have power in their hands!
In this supernatural era, they can possess not only power above all others, but also strength above all others.

It's even possible for them to have a lifespan of over a thousand years.

Supernatural beings in island nations
Which one didn't exist a thousand years ago?

"The odds are very low,"

“I do not recommend doing this, considering the favor of ‘the Lord’.”

Scientists who have witnessed Alexander's 'miracles' have given conservative assessments.

"Everyone, our most crucial task now is to survive the supernatural disaster."

Congressman Michelle also spoke up.
"If New York is gone, or even if America is infected, then our power..."

Like a sculpture on the beach, swallowed up by the giant waves of time!

"It's just a hypothesis,"

"How could we possibly harm Mr. Alexander?"

The high-ranking officials quickly changed their tune, saying that if they really wanted to take action against Alexander, they had to consider the soldiers' wishes: soldiers are human, not machines. Who would be willing to charge into battle against a 'superhero'?
We can't expect these powerful and wealthy people to roll up their sleeves and do it themselves, can we?

For various reasons, those who coveted Alexander could only turn their attention to the shadows.

"strength!"

As Old Black soared into the air, arms outstretched, letting the evening breeze carry him as he glided, a series of thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Supernatural power,"

Snapped,

Landing atop a building, the young Black man squinted.

"Don't think I'm working for free. I'll get a share of the supernatural injections too!"

But before that, he needs to win over more allies and cultivate his own power—obtaining the super injection and giving it to Tony and the others is the foundation of his 'Black Empire'.

What does the future hold for America? Alexander doesn't care; for him, this era is a stage to showcase his ambitions.

"Welcome back, viewers!"

On a nearby building, a huge billboard was broadcasting a live stream of "News King".

"The final battle between Lord Ryou and Lord Beowulf will determine the outcome of the two teams. Let us wait and see!"

"King,"

Looking towards that grand competition in that 'other world'.
Alexander clenched his fist at the sight of a hundred thousand people cheering for him.

"I can too!"

(End of this chapter)