A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 271 Chaos and Nation Building

The so-called 'Yomi Hirazan',
Like 'Another World', it is something that someone wrote using 'Book-Book Fruit'.

It's impossible for Akizuki Ritsu to actually create an ocean in the real world—but just as the 'Song-Song Fruit' can absorb the consciousness of billions of lives, the book world created by the Book-Book Fruit is also at Akizuki Ritsu's disposal: only it's limited to the book.

"It doesn't matter, anyway—"

The unfolded "As I Tell My Story" depicts a scene of the underworld and ghost realm.

"The so-called 'underworld' also needs to be 'rebuilt'."

Strictly speaking, it's newly built.

The souls of those who died were collected by a large number of 'underworld butterflies' and sent into this book. Then, Akizuki Ritsu brainwashed and distributed them to form characters in many 'fairy tales' and 'myths'.

That's too much trouble!

Since Director Fujita is dead, let him become the 'King of Hell': responsible for handling the souls afterward and sending them to the 'other world' for reincarnation.

This is the power to control the reincarnation and supreme destiny of countless people; I doubt the director would refuse.

If you really refuse, then you'll have to drink the "Soup of Oblivion".

Once the memories are washed away, he continues in his new post.

In this way, the soul can be 'used' repeatedly, endlessly.

"I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see your souls scattered."

Without Qiuyue Lu, people in this world would truly die when they die: without supernatural intervention, their souls wouldn't even exist!
Now at least I can be reincarnated: although only in Qiuyue Li's 'book'.

As his power continues to grow, one day:
These 'story worlds' will also come into reality.

"As expected of the director, he's already started working."

As he watched the book instructing his bewildered former subordinates, who had also arrived at the Sanzu River, to move stones and build structures, Akizuki Ritsu nodded in satisfaction.

Now he's the only one left at home: Kaoru is still fighting zombies in America, and Kaori has gone to the Tokugawa family to oversee things—whether the island nation is in chaos or not doesn't matter to Ritsu Akizuki, as long as Tokyo, or even just Itabashi Ward, isn't in chaos.

"Chaos, chaos is good."

Without a lot of practice, how can one improve their proficiency in various skills?

In any case, none of this is his concern.

Just sit back and watch the storm unfold.

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"The murderer is from the Tokugawa family?"

"Damn it, even if it's the Tokugawa family, they have to give everyone an explanation!"

"Bring sticks, or better yet, firearms."

On the streets, groups of two or three men jogged by, carrying baseball bats, knives, and even shotguns: since the supernatural reappeared, almost every household kept weapons at home. This supernatural age reminded people once again of the truth that violence is far more powerful than words.

Seeing this scene,
The young man in police uniform walked up the stairs of the izakaya, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Has the world finally descended into such chaos?
"Sir!"

Ah Jian, dressed as a police inspector, pushed open the door and looked at his superior with some confusion.

This is a private room in an izakaya. Instead of the many serious-looking colleagues that Ah Jian had imagined, there was a young and beautiful woman inside.
"Ah Jian, you're here. Have a seat."

? ?
With a puzzled look on his face, Ah Jian took off his hat and sat down opposite his boss: next to the woman.

"Sir, what's this?"

The middle-aged police inspector across from him raised his glass and gestured.

"This is my beloved son, my daughter."

"Come on, Jian, have a drink with me."

???

At this point, Ah Jian, whose face was full of question marks, had completely lost his mind.

No, look at the mess outside, what do you mean by bringing your daughter here to drink?
"Aiko will also be working for the Metropolitan Police Department,"

"You're all young people, get to know each other."

Ah Jian isn't stupid, Jiang Kou is.

So he immediately realized that this was a 'blind date'!
"If it's a work-related matter, I will do my duty without hesitation; if it's something else, please forgive me for not being able to spare the time."

The moment Ah Jian opened his mouth, the smiles on the faces of the middle-aged officer opposite him and the woman beside him froze.

"Humph,"

The middle-aged police inspector slammed his glass down on the table, his face darkening.

"Jian, do you even respect me as your boss?"

"Sorry, sir."

Having understood, Ah Jian stood up and put on his police hat.

"The situation is urgent, it's chaotic outside, I need to go and maintain order."

After saying that, he turned to the embarrassed young and beautiful woman and nodded.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Aiko."

"If there are any work-related issues, I will definitely not refuse."

After saying that, he turned and left: just as he stepped down the stairs, he heard a series of crashing sounds coming from upstairs.

boring,

Ah Jian lowered his eyes.

The other party wanted to win him over, or more accurately, to win over Jiang Kou through him!
"Is even the Metropolitan Police Department like this now?"

With the death of Inspector Fujita, various police superintendents and chief inspectors began to recruit their own people and establish their own factions; while Superintendent Mitani disappeared without a trace—no, if she hadn't died, she should be in the Iori Group.

"It's truly tragic to turn to the Yakuza for help."

Ah Jian straightened his police cap and sighed.

Is this the organization he joined after betraying Jiang Kou?
Ultimately, police officers are human too, and high-ranking officials also have their own desires: with chaos looming, everyone is trying to increase their own leverage.

Just as these thoughts were swirling in Ah Jian's mind, he was suddenly bumped from behind.

Pfft

"Mr. Jian, may you rest in peace."

The excruciating pain in his lower back caused the young policeman to convulse uncontrollably; the pain triggered neurogenic shock, instantly robbing him of the strength to resist.

At the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out from the torn abdominal aorta—because the wound was blocked by the dagger, it did not gush out, but began to spread in the young policeman's abdominal cavity: in just a few dozen seconds, all the blood in his body would flow into his abdominal cavity, and before that, Ah Jian's life would have ended.

who is it?

No, sir, he doesn't have subordinates that strong.

brush,

As the other party drew his dagger, Ah Jian's body slumped forward and fell to the ground.

This is a frame-up.

Someone wants to frame the Metropolitan Police Department for his death!
The young policeman, lying on the ground, struggled to turn his head, only to see a departing figure in a trench coat, and a soliloquy in the wind.

"If I take down this guy, maybe I can be promoted to the rank of 'Six'?"

Six sons?
Fingers digging into the ground,

The light in the young policeman's pupils vanished rapidly, finally settling into a murky luster.

after awhile,

"Sir, officer?" "Ah, murder—"

"No, it wasn't me. When I saw him, he looked like this!"

The commotion had nothing to do with the corpses on the ground.

"Sato, news has come from Tokyo."

At the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters, the seventh head, Takashi Shinoda, who had been in office for some time, hurriedly put down his phone and reported to Satomi Sato.

"The Metropolitan Police Department is in complete chaos. The supernatural supplies stored by the First Division have been looted. The Second Division is trying to maintain order, but due to the lack of unified command, it has fallen into disarray."

"The third lesson was completely paralyzed, the fourth lesson was divided up by numerous large conglomerates, and the fifth lesson..."

"There have been quite a few incidents of special police officers being stabbed."

In short, the Supernatural Countermeasures Department is finished!
With no leader, numerous factions vying for power, and major conglomerates that had long coveted the position making their moves, the island nation's premier violent organization did not fall to supernatural disasters or external enemies; instead, it crumbled from within.

"Just as I thought,"

As the 'brain' of their team, Satomi Sato wasn't surprised at all. Because:
"It's like history is repeating itself."

Every time there is internal strife on the island, the same drama unfolds.

The only lesson humanity learns from history is that it never learns anything.

"It's alright, this is a great opportunity for us."

A great opportunity for independent expansion!

"My lords,"

Just then, a maid came running in with small, quick steps and knelt down to report.

"The mayor of Osaka, the vice governor of Osaka Prefecture, the chief of the National Police Agency, and the heads of zaibatsu such as Sumitomo Corporation, Daiwa House Industry, and Kanden Real Estate Development have all arrived."

"Invite them in."

Satomi Sato, seated in the second-to-last position in the main seat, gestured.
Soon, these high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Osaka entered the hall, nodded and bowed to the officials, and then sat down cross-legged on either side.

For a moment, the scene resembled the 'assessment' of an ancient daimyo in an island nation: only the host's seat was empty.

Because that area belongs to Matsumoto Jinpei!

The one who is currently participating in the 'Rose Garden Competition' in another world...

Snapped,

Satomi Sato, sitting in the second seat of the main seat, spoke first, gently tapping the floor with her folding fan.

"Gentlemen, the situation is urgent, so I won't beat around the bush."

"I have gathered you all here for the reason that—"

As these high-ranking officials and dignitaries leaned forward slightly, listening attentively, Satomi Sato uttered a startling remark.

"Relocate the country!"

? !
"I plan to relocate the entire Osaka metropolitan area to Shikoku Island."

???

Although when he summoned them, high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Osaka were already speculating.

But no one expected it to be so audacious: the Osaka metropolitan area has tens of millions of people, it is the land where countless people live and the wealth of their entire lives.

Now, this 'strategist' of the supernatural team has actually suggested that everyone relocate to Shikoku?

island country,

It is divided into four large island regions.

It consists of Hokkaido, Honshu, Shikoku, Kyushu, and other small islands, and its overall shape resembles a 'seahorse'.

Hokkaido, needless to say, is the harsh, cold land of the north, the head of a seahorse; Honshu is the largest region of the island nation: Osaka, Nagoya, and Tokyo are all on it, the body of a seahorse; Kyushu is the western island nation, the tail of a seahorse: it is where Nagasaki, Kumamoto, and Kagoshima are located.

As for the four kingdoms, they are located on the belly of the seahorse:

Separated from the Seto Inland Sea and Honshu Island, it comprises four prefectures: Tokushima, Kagawa, Ehime, and Kochi.

It has a total area of approximately 18,806 square kilometers and a population of over three million. Because the area is almost entirely mountainous and forested, it has not been developed much.

Why would a place like this suddenly need to relocate millions of people?
Everyone present was stunned into silence.

This high school girl is having wild ideas.
Are you thinking: This little girl in front of you is just having wild ideas?

Satomi Sato's calm voice brought these high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Osaka back to their senses.

"I dare not,"

The Osaka Police Chief bowed slightly.
"It's just the relocation of millions of people; this is a matter of great importance, and we..."

"Should you consult Tokyo?"

Satomi Sato sneered and pressed closer.

"Don't joke around. When have we Kansai people ever had to take orders from Kanto?"

Especially now, with the death of Director Fujita, the Tokyo government is practically defunct: the cabinet can't even control local governments, let alone command the supernatural.

Because of the unique nature of the supernatural era, local governments must have sufficient authority and power to respond quickly.

Simply put, each region has its own 'armed forces'.

In this situation--

"Gentlemen, I am not discussing this, I am giving an order!"

Satomi Sato tapped her folding fan on the ground, exuding an aura of dominance.

"The 'Wrath of the Forest' from Takatsuki City has expanded to Suita City."

It's only a matter of time before it encroaches on Osaka's urban area; if that's the case, why not carry out a large-scale relocation before then?

"There's nothing left to cherish about this land."

"Retreating to Shikoku and using the sea as a defense line is the only way for our Kansai region to survive."

Despite being from the Kanto region, with her hometown near Hokkaido, Sato Satomi constantly refers to "we Kansai," causing many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Osaka to harbor resentment in their hearts.

However, what the other party said was not entirely unreasonable: the giant forest was constantly expanding, compressing Osaka's living space.

So--

Why not just move to another location to develop?

and:

"Lord Sato, what is this?"

The police chief spoke first, his words hitting the nail on the head:

"You want to establish a nation?"

"That's right,"

In the deathly silence of the hall, the female expert smiled slightly.

"Shikoku Island is a gift I prepared for Uncle."

"From now on, let's call it the 'Land of Water'."

And the king of this country,
It was none other than the returning Matsumoto Jinbe!
"I've finished speaking. Who agrees and who disagrees?"