A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 267 The Death of the Director (Turning Point in the World)

"Pure gold?"

"If you wear it, you can live forever?!"

In an instant, dignitaries from countless countries across the planet blushed and trembled with excitement.

Since ancient times, death has been the only hardship! No matter how great a king or general you are, or how heroic a man you are, you will eventually fall before death: so many wise and powerful kings in their youth, when they grew old, frantically pursued 'immortality'.

The same applies to modern-day elites.

Each of them possessed wealth that easily surpassed that of any emperor in history;

But death alone, just like ordinary mortals, ultimately prevents them from breaking through the limits of life!

With the return of the supernatural era, countless powerful figures are eager to seize it, sending their most elite individuals in an attempt to acquire supernatural powers.

Most attempts failed—it all comes down to the same problem: humans aren't machines or dogs. Why should I give you the supernatural power I've worked so hard to obtain? I'll just consume it myself; once I have that power, what can't I get?

Whether it's so-called brainwashing or faith;
Even threats from family members seem pale and powerless in the face of the temptation of having all the power in one's hands.

Even if they obtained the super injection, would those old and powerful people dare to gamble on a less than 50% chance before they even breathe their last?

Now, all you need to do is acquire those pure gold rings to—

"eternal life,"

This word was murmured by countless powerful and wealthy people, as if they were infatuated, wishful, or even cursing.

"No matter what, we must get our hands on it!!!"

I don't care if the world is destroyed!
For these powerful and wealthy individuals, the existence of a world without them is meaningless.

But it's not that simple.
"Look, all the participating teams have received a 'pure gold ring' as compensation!"

Throughout the live broadcast, the news anchor's impassioned voice rang out continuously.

"Hey, for me?"

The next moment, amidst the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of countless people around the world, Ling, having obtained the ring, actually threw this priceless treasure at the News King.

The ring keeps getting bigger in the picture.

Almost simultaneously, countless people reached out to the ring on the screen, trying to grab it!
Then it was blocked by the cold screen.

Disappointment turned into painful wailing!
[Your Excellency, I'm willing to offer ten million US dollars.]

[Get lost! You're embarrassing yourself with ten million? I'll offer a hundred million!]

"A mere 100 million? Are you kidding me? I'll offer 10 billion US dollars!"

[Your Excellency, given your youth and strength, you do not need such a thing in the short term—simply lend it to me temporarily, and the Rothschild family will serve you as king.]

[You're all dreaming! You want to get your hands on News King's stuff?]

[Mr. News, I'm your dog!!]

In an instant, the live stream was filled with begging comments: if they could, countless people would love to jump into the screen, drag the news king out and beat him to death, and then take his place.

Unlike other experts, News King is probably most famous for his 'luck'.

It seems that the powerful people all have a good impression of him.
Supernatural powers, spiritual fruits, and now a pure gold ring were all casually bestowed upon him, causing countless people to grit their teeth in frustration.

I could do that too!

"Haha, the audience is really enthusiastic."

After a few awkward laughs, News King put away the pure gold ring: In their team, Dietrich has demon blood, so he's probably naturally slow to age; Siegfried is a spirit, and when Ling gave him the ring, he didn't stop her, probably because he had his own plans.

In this way, this "priceless treasure" ended up in the hands of the "News King" in a very confused way.

What is luck?

This is!
"It seems that today's match cannot continue."

It was originally supposed to be a fight between Beowulf and Ryougi, but Beowulf simply and decisively withdrew, bringing the match to an abrupt end. However, being able to meet the legendary 'Queen of Iceland' was a worthwhile experience for the audience and even the contestants.

"Well, next, I'll interview other people to see what they think about the upcoming matches."

As the news anchor, who was in another world, changed the subject during the live broadcast, Chief Inspector Fujita smiled in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's chief's office.

"This guy is going to have a tough time from now on."

With the power of a "news king," holding a "pure gold ring" is no different from a "child carrying gold in the marketplace."

This is immortality!
Who cares what kind of 'king' you are? Just grab it first, and even major powers will intervene.

Moreover, the reason is very 'high-sounding': as long as the principle of the ring is studied, the lifespan problem of everyone in the world can be solved!
In this way, the ring becomes a real hot potato.

"Just like the Lord of the Rings,"

Miya Kana next to her commented,
The One Ring in the Lord of the Rings world has the power to extend lifespan.

However, it does not grant youth or vitality; the holder will 'extend their lifespan' until they feel exhausted and eventually fade into a ghostly existence, just like Gollum.

"This is far superior to The Lord of the Rings,"

The director corrected him casually.

At least according to that 'clown,' it's a treasure without any side effects.

Given that person's status and Brunhilde's position, they shouldn't be lying: Wait, there might also be hidden dangers?

"No, what if these rings came into the real world?"

Don't think about it,
It will immediately unleash a bloodbath.

Countless conspiracies and schemes will unfold around the ring: perhaps, this is what that person intended?
What a twisted sense of humor from the gods!

"eternal life?"

Just then, the door to the director's office was pushed open.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood wafted over.

Behind the person who came.
Corpses littered the ground.

It's all because the soundproofing in the director's office is too good.

Of course, the opponent's speed in killing them was also a factor.

? !
This is a man dressed as a samurai.

He wore a traditional demon mask and carried a long, blood-dripping knife.

Even a man like you craves decay—

Before the newcomer could finish speaking, a high sweeping kick was already pressed against his face.

Bang! !

Success!

The shockwave from this attack spread out rapidly, echoing repeatedly in the director's office.

The thought had barely crossed Miya Kana's mind when a sharp pain from her ankle made her expression change drastically.

Tap tap tap,

He stumbled back several steps on one leg, and his right leg, which he had kicked out with all his might, was already unsteady.

"Superintendent Mitani, impressive legwork."

A sigh of praise rang out from beneath the samurai's demon mask, but the praise was filled with an air of superiority.

Because the other party just stood there without swaying, allowing Miya Kana to kick him in the neck: it felt to Kana like she had kicked a cement pillar.

Even a cement pillar, with Miyako Kana's current strength, could be kicked in half with one kick!
Rank D or higher?! "Who are you?"

As Miya Kana asked her questions, cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

It wasn't just the injured ankle, but also the fear of the unknown: how could the Metropolitan Police Department have absolutely no information about a supernatural expert of this caliber?
"It doesn't matter who I am."

The visitor's gaze fell on the live broadcast room in Director Fujita's office, and he raised his hand to point at the screen.

"The age of the supernatural has arrived,"

"Those sitting in high positions are still 'ordinary people' like this."

The "mortal" mentioned by the masked samurai naturally refers to Director Fujita behind the desk.

"The Koreans next door have already achieved theocracy, while we're still struggling to serve ordinary people?"

"It's a disgrace!"

Okay,

It turns out to be a traditional program.

Subordinates rebelling against their superiors, or to put it more politely, 'divine retribution'?
This scene was not unexpected for Miyako Hana, but breaking into the Metropolitan Police Department was not such an easy thing.
"Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that some people had been transferred to America..."

He's someone from inside the government!
Miya Kana immediately realized that the Metropolitan Police Department's "Possession Squad" had been dispatched to America.

The Abnormal Creature Countermeasures Team took over Inoue Kaoru's work and went to Nagoya: at this time, the Metropolitan Police Department was at its weakest!
The fact that the other side chose to launch an attack at this time clearly indicates that they had intelligence provided by someone inside the government—the question is, what does the other side want to do?
—Could it be?!

“Miss Miyako, you are also a supernatural being.”

With victory assured, the masked samurai didn't mind showing his magnanimity in front of the 'loser'.

Why work for ordinary people?

"This world should have belonged to us—"

brush,

Just then, Director Fujita, who had been standing in the background, suddenly threw a pen at the other person.

Upon seeing the pen, Miya Kana instinctively raised her hand to cover her ears.

Director Fujita did the same thing!

what?
The masked samurai instinctively swung his sword.

What power could such a slow, feeble attack possibly have? Besides, his entire body is covered by thick bone beneath his skin; even a heavy cannon at point-blank range would only...
clang----

The long sword had not yet been drawn when...
A melodious metallic hum emanated from the pen.

The next moment, everything went blurry; the masked warrior found himself standing on a patch of black and red earth.

what? !

Before he could figure out what was going on, the skeletons of the warriors on the black and red earth stood up one by one.

"Whatever it is."

If you encounter something you can't understand, just stop thinking about it.

The masked warrior suddenly charged out, slashing his long sword at a skeleton warrior.

"Don't even think about stopping me!!"

open eyes,

His dull eyes lit up, and the masked samurai looked around: neither Miyako Hana nor Director Fujita had disappeared.

"Don't try to escape—"

The thing the other party just threw out must have been some kind of magical artifact.

It would throw people's souls into that ancient battlefield: unfortunately, the strength of the masked warriors far exceeded that of normal supernatural beings, and they quickly fought their way out: after all, that area was just a 'trial' used by a certain great Onmyoji's shikigami to test the younger generation.

It's not that difficult!
Tap tap tap,

Two people are running frantically through the Metropolitan Police Department, which is filled with corpses.

"D-0001 won't be able to hold out for long, we..."

boom! !

Miya Kana, who was limping and running, hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted by a loud noise behind her.

"coward!"

The enemy arrived faster than they had anticipated.

With a single slash, he cleaved through the wall, and the masked samurai was already in hot pursuit.

This is no ordinary D-grade!
"Kana, let's go."

Seeing that the other party was closing in, Director Fujita turned around without hesitation and ran in the other direction.

Director

After taking a deep look at the director's back, Miyako Kana gritted her teeth and ran in the other direction: sure enough, the sound of her chasing behind her grew farther and farther away.

This is easy to understand; their target was Director Fujita. However:
"I never expected that in the end, it would be you, the workaholic, who would save me."

Miya Hana, gritting her teeth and running at full speed,
His face showed a mixture of helplessness, relief, and sadness.

When facing supernatural beings whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary D-level individuals, ordinary military and special police forces are utterly useless.

Let's go to Yihua's place for refuge first!
Hana, who was in a hurry to escape, had already made up her mind.

And on the other side,
Pfft

The long sword pierced through Director Fujita's chest.
"coward,"

The masked samurai's tone was full of contempt.
"As a powerful figure who commands the supernatural forces of an island nation, he doesn't even possess supernatural powers."

What is it if you're not a coward if you don't dare to gamble on a super injection?
"Cough cough cough,"

Director Fujita, who had coughed up a mouthful of blood and been pinned to the wall by the other party with a knife, revealed a relieved smile.

"Thanks,"

Even while wearing the demon mask, the supernatural warrior visibly paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Should I thank him?

Is this director out of his mind?
"Now I can finally rest."

The director, whose life was rapidly slipping away after being pierced through the heart by a long knife, twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a 'smile'.

"You're right"

This era belongs to the supernatural.

He, this old-fashioned man who strives to maintain the stability of the island nation, is indeed a real eyesore.

"farewell."

歪、

With his head drooping limply, the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department of the island nation was assassinated!

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.

P.S.: Time to rest my fingers, I'm not used to voice input (sad). And a no-prize quiz: what do you think will happen after the director dies?
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