A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 265 Participation in the War and Questioning

"The battle between Rei and Beowulf is about to begin!"

"Italy's 'perfect knight' Dietrich has already lost, can Siegfried win?"

Inside the constantly vibrating rocket, a group of supernatural beings, enduring terrifying overload effects, are watching the live broadcast with great interest.

Yes, it's a space rocket!
Even the most powerful business jet would normally take ten hours to travel from Tokyo to New York: in ten hours, the virus from America could have spread to who knows where.

Therefore, many supernatural beings use a 'point-to-point space transportation' method.

Simply put, it's like riding a rocket.

This method no longer involves level flight within the atmosphere, but rather the spacecraft enters suborbital space, utilizing the near-vacuum environment of space to achieve extremely high-speed flight. The goal is to connect any two points on Earth, with the journey taking less than one hour.

This kind of business,

It was supposed to start five years later, and it was a business for the wealthy, costing as much as $600,000 for a round-trip ticket.

However, stimulated by the supernatural return, technological exchanges between countries have entered a peak period, and all industries are on high alert, building these things day and night at the fastest speed.

Because a harsh reality is presented to everyone: perhaps before long, these technologies will be obsolete because they are 'too outdated'.

Only when there is pressure can there be motivation.

As for the energy consumed by traveling in this way:
Of course, all expenses will be paid by America.

Only a supernatural being's body could withstand the overload (G-force) caused by such high-speed ascent and descent.

Yes, the supernatural exists.

Because in the rocket's passenger cabin, besides Inoue Kaoru, there were also giant clay dolls, lush trees, a kitchen knife with a human face, a table from an ordinary household, and even things like keyboards and headphones.

This is a special unit under the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department of the island nation.

Possession Squad!
They were all beings who had died once, their souls attached to objects.

The human body is not even carbon-based, so it is not naturally afraid of any viruses: if even they can invade it, then there is no need for everyone to resist, just lie down and wait to die.

These supernatural beings, who were traveling to New York on a 'rocket,' were watching the live stream on the computer screens in the passenger cabin while enduring acceleration that could easily kill ordinary people, and they were discussing it amongst themselves.

"Beowulf will surely be the victor!"

"This King of the North is truly flawless—"

Whether it's height, strength, temperament, or charisma, he is a true king: even the third sword can be called a king.

A height of 2.5 meters is not the kind of gigantism that makes it difficult to even walk, but a strong person who can defeat all kinds of masters.

After seeing his third sword many times, most people only felt admiration.

After all, it's really big!

If I had such a big 'sword',
If it is strong enough to rival divine weapons and holy swords, what reason is there to keep it hidden and not use it?
"Hey,"

Kaoru Inoue, resting her chin on her hand, sighed.
The stronger she becomes, the more she realizes the gap between herself and her older sister: relying solely on the massive 'Kaoru's Army' is not enough to defeat her sister.

Only by mastering techniques like 'powerful fighting' and 'roundness' can one become a true powerhouse.

"Attention passengers, attention passengers."

"We are about to return to the stratosphere. Please hold on tight to the handrails and secure your body."

An electronic announcement sounded in the passenger cabin: it wasn't that they were worried about being thrown out and injured, but rather that these superhumans' powerful bodies might damage the rocket.

Rocket recovery technology is already mature. As the rocket undergoes freefall, it plunges into the atmosphere at terrifying speeds and reignites below!
boom---

The entire interior of the rocket shuddered violently.
This means that these 'passengers' are all supernatural beings; otherwise, this blow would have been enough to crush a normal person, causing them to bleed from all seven orifices and twist into a fleshy sack on the spot.

As the engines beneath the rocket reignited, the colossal creation began to slow down in a terrifying manner.

Then, it slowly hovered over the sea off New York.

Bang!
The hatch was kicked open.

"America's space technology is truly terrifying."

"To be precise, it's Lao Ma's aerospace technology."

The clay golem and Shin were the first to leap out of the rocket, landing with a thud on the deck of the waiting ship below.

Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush

One by one, the 'possession objects' leaped out.
Their strength may not be too great, but they have the advantage of being immune to the virus. The island nation sent them here this time to squeeze a lot of money out of America, which can be considered a reversal of the natural order.

The real main force is:
"Wow—"

The enormous black owl spread its wings and carried Inoue Kaoru towards New York.

"Gentlemen, that sir..."

The American officers who greeted them looked up at the night sky.

However, the already pitch-black owl beast had already sped away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

They wouldn't dare to shine a searchlight on that person.

The successor of the legendary great mage,
"Don't worry, that sir will go and take control of the situation first."

A tree-shaped 'Mr. Tree' shakes its branches and leaves, allowing the body that had been contracted in the passenger cabin to stretch out.

"Take us to the battlefield."

"Yes!"

Faced with these reinforcements arriving in "rocket" form, the American military dared not be negligent. Ospreys immediately took off, carrying them towards New York.

Meanwhile, in the skies above New York, Inoue Kaoru had already arrived at the battlefield.

Splash,

The picture book in my hand moved on its own without any wind, and pages flew out one by one, each with a 'Kaoru' on it.

As long as they aren't destroyed, these 'Kaoru' clones will automatically return to the art book and can be reused. Of course, if it were the old Inoue Kaoru, it would be normal for these clones to 'betray' her.

After defeating his clones one by one
Inoue Kaoru has made great progress in terms of temperament, physical strength, and the degree of development of the fruit: that is, the understanding of Ashiya Secret Technique.

"Go ahead,"

"Dark Secret Technique: Thousand-Man Dazzling Strike!"

One by one, 'Kaoru' emerged from the paper and began to spread throughout the city.

At the same time, broadcasts were simultaneously heard from the American military, as well as on radio, cell phones, and computers in New York:

"This is the federal government,"

"Reinforcements have arrived! Please be aware that reinforcements have arrived!"

Meanwhile, Kaoru Inoue's headshot dominated billboards and screens on all electronic devices throughout the city.

"The reinforcements are Lady Inoue Kaoru, numbering 1,342: When you see the resurrected 'Lady Inoue,' please do not be surprised, nor launch an attack indiscriminately, otherwise you will be violating the highest federal law: treason!"

In America, even a serial killer or an assassination attempt on the president is only considered 'particularly serious murder'.

In some states, they may be sentenced to hundreds of years in prison, but they will eventually survive.

Treason is the only crime that is the most serious under the constitution.

That's the kind of crime that warrants execution!
At this time, attacking Inoue Kaoru, who was acting as reinforcements, even if it was just a clone, would be enough to constitute treason.

These fearless warriors are the main force in suppressing the supernatural disaster 'Biological Crisis'.

"So,"

Kaoru Inoue, having turned to a page in her sketchbook and taken out her paintbrush, prepared:

Continue drawing.

Only by constantly honing our skills can we avoid becoming like those ordinary people in this city who are fleeing for their lives, living without knowing why they were born or why they died.

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.

Another world,
The Grand Arena in the heart of the Netherlands.

"Oh my gosh, the thrilling final battle is about to begin!"

The host, 'The Clown,' while livening up the atmosphere, raised his hand to introduce the two sides:
"You have all witnessed Beowulf's prowess; but do not think this is a one-sided match—the spirit of Siegfried resides within Lady Ryou."

Even if they can't achieve a result greater than the sum of their parts (1+1=2), the combined strength of the two should not be underestimated.

"Wait, Mr. Clown."

Just as the 'clown' host was giving his long-winded introduction, Beowulf suddenly spoke up.

"The throne of the Netherlands has been vacant for many years."

"Your sudden decision to hold this competition makes me question whether you have the legitimacy to do so."

? !
Once this question was raised,
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Yes, the 'Rose Garden Competition' is indeed a lively event, but to this day, the organizers remain shrouded in mystery.

The victor becomes the king of the Netherlands, which seems perfectly reasonable, and everyone even takes it for granted: in European mythology, there are countless stories of 'betting on the kingdom,' and many great heroes have won their 'kingdoms' in this way.

But the problem is:

Does the organizer have the qualifications?
Or to put it more bluntly:
"Your Mightiness,"

"—Who is it?"

Beowulf actually attacked the 'Joker' directly.

"Hehehe~~ I'd also like to know the answer to that question."

Siegfried emerged from the Rei's body and assumed an attacking stance.

"Although there are only a few answers."

But he was also unsure, for this reason:
"Ling, help me."

"You don't need to tell me,"

Raising the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword in his hand, Ling also assumed the same stance.

"This competition is too bizarre."

"Even this world is very strange."

These are supposedly great heroes from a thousand years ago, yet they all appear on stage, and in their youthful forms: the twisted prince Dietrich, clearly lost; Beowulf, who didn't die after slaying the dragon; and Artoria, who is none other than King Arthur of Britain.
And in this city, countless people live their own lives; but has their civilization remained unchanged for thousands of years?

I'm afraid the root of the problem lies with this host, 'The Joker'.

"Who is your Excellency?"

(End of this chapter)