A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 290 The So-Called Hero

"Nani?!"

"Isn't the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons only held at night?"

Hearing that a "parade of a hundred demons" had broken out again in Nakano Ward, countless powerful figures in Tokyo vying for power were greatly alarmed. Peeking out the window and seeing the dark clouds gathering, their first reaction was:

"Notify the Metropolitan Police Department immediately!"

"Where's Director Fujita? Let him handle it—"

"Sir, the director..."

Then, after being reminded by their subordinates, they finally realized what had happened.

Director Fujita is dead, and now they have to deal with the supernatural disaster on their own.

"withdraw,"

How could these powerful and wealthy people, who value their lives so much, possibly take the lead?

"Evacuate the personnel from Nakano Ward. No, evacuate our own people from Shibuya and Shinjuku as well."

Fighting is out of the question. Using their power to push forward would only benefit others; for the powerful and wealthy, that would be worse than being killed.

So naturally they ran away: after all, the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' only kills people and doesn't deliberately damage the environment; as for ordinary people? They're dead, so be it. There are plenty of people who want to 'make a fortune' in the island nation now. They can easily get hundreds of millions from Barat, and they don't lack cattle or horses at all.

Under orders from various factions, their people withdrew from Nakano Ward, and even the combat personnel in the surrounding Shibuya and Shinjuku areas quietly left.

A supernatural countermeasures app? The Metropolitan Police Department probably still doesn't know what happened, so they haven't notified the public at all.

So when countless 'monsters' rushed into these areas, many young people thought it was 'Halloween' costumes.

Hey, Halloween is way over!

"You...you are monsters!"

As several young people who stepped forward to inquire were tackled by the 'monster,' the rest of the people gradually realized what was happening.

"No, don't come any closer!"

"Those who can afford to play in Shibuya are all rich 'second-generation' kids," a young man shouted as he backed away.

"My dad's the company president, and my brother's a supernatural being. Oh dear!"

Before he could finish speaking, the 'monsters' swarmed over him, ignoring everything else, and tackled the 'second-generation youth' to the ground.

They are dream monsters created by Takumi Oshima, and their existence has only one purpose:
kill!

Forcibly awakened from the dream of a 'good life'
Takumi Oshima has been consumed by despair, transformed into a monster that knows only destruction: or rather, a monster that anticipates destruction.

"Run!"

"I've been training hard for long-distance running, all for this moment."

Upon witnessing this scene, someone immediately took off running, and indeed, their speed was astonishing.

However, these 'monsters' seem to have a particular hatred for fast-moving targets: more than a dozen traditional Japanese ghosts such as 'ghost lanterns', 'red tongues', 'wheels', and 'flying demons' fly out from the surging 'black tide' and swoop down from the sky, engulfing this 'long-distance runner'.

"Ah, help me, help me—"

Seriously? What kind of 'mechanism' is this?
Running fast can also trigger an attack. Now, passersby can only escape at a similar speed, and whether they can survive really depends on luck.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh,"

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

The young woman pushing the stroller ran while reminding the people in front of her.

But in a situation like this, who will give way to you? You're risking your life, what's the point of talking about manners! Some people even heard the woman's cries and hatched a plan.

Since we can't run too fast, wouldn't it be better to slow down the 'monster's' attack by making others run slower?
In the chaos, someone stuck out their leg and kicked the front wheel of the stroller.

The stroller was originally designed to be very sturdy; it was unlikely to tip over, since it was intended for infants who had no protection.

Everyone was running for their lives and was running as fast as they could. At that speed, if there was any disturbance, the stroller would immediately veer to the side. The young woman struggled to steady the stroller, and because of this delay, she immediately fell behind the main group.

Turning around, the monsters behind him were already inches away.

"help"

Without time to ask for help, the young woman gritted her teeth and pushed the stroller forward with all her might.

Even if it's just for a second, I want to live.

Perhaps a miracle will happen—

Ring ring,

A series of bicycle bells rang out, not as they moved away, but as they drew closer!

"Stop, monster!"

Amidst shouts, a man riding a bicycle sped over and, before the bicycle could stop, suddenly lifted it up with both hands.

The bicycle he was sitting on flew out and crashed into those dark monsters.

brush--

The bicycle flew straight through the dark monsters. The man, wearing a bicycle helmet, stood in mid-air, his eyes sharpening behind his goggles.

It's the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons'!
No matter what it is, innocent people should not be killed indiscriminately.

"Come on!"

Land in a half-squat position, then push off with both feet.

Amidst the flow of people, a man wearing homemade 'armor' and a bicycle helmet charged headlong into the dark monster without hesitation.

".Thanks!"

The young woman, who had originally planned to stall for time, saw 'hope' again and ran past the other person.

I'm sorry, she wanted to protect the child; but this brave man will soon be killed by the monster.
Thump,

The sound of balloons popping came from behind me.

"Come on, monster!"

The man wearing a bicycle helmet shouted as he punched through the leading 'evil spirit'.

"What kind of skill is it to bully women and children? Your opponent is me!"

While shouting to attract 'hatred', he punched another evil spirit again: This world should not be like this, evil will be punished, and justice will surely prevail.

Regardless of what others think, this is his opinion.

The man wearing a bicycle helmet was seen riding against the flow of traffic, attracting the attention of a large number of 'monsters'.

"Is it a supernatural being?"

Among the fleeing crowd, someone couldn't help but turn back and exclaim in surprise.

"No, no, they're just ordinary people." Someone immediately retorted. Superhumans have speed and strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. When they fight, their fists fly everywhere, and their stomps make a resounding noise—ordinary people can tell whether someone is a superhuman by these details.

The man wearing a bicycle helmet who charged into the monster horde, though his punches and kicks were powerful, was clearly an ordinary person.

With the advantage of 'martial prowess', it is indeed possible to fight these 'monsters'.

but:

"Ho ho ho!!"

Behind these ordinary evil spirits, a two-meter-tall, muscular, and ferocious-looking 'ghost' walked over, carrying a huge spiked club.

In the folk culture of the island, evil spirits are evil spirits, ghosts are ghosts, and spirits are spirits.

The so-called ghost is a tall monster.

Belonging to the category of 'high-level monsters'—this one in front of us is merely a fake created by the 'dream,' yet in the subconscious of its creator, it is believed to be more powerful than ordinary evil spirits.

This manifests as strength reaching the full E-rank; and unlike ordinary evil spirits, they are not easily destroyed by a courageous fist.

woo-

Bang!
As soon as this 'ghost' appeared,

The spiked club swept across, like a baseball batter, sending the man wearing a bicycle helmet flying and crashing heavily into the nearby shop window.

"It's a high-level monster!"

"Come on,"

"That man, what a pity."

The passersby, who had just begun to have a glimmer of hope, turned around and fled for their lives once again.

It's unrealistic for ordinary people to fight supernatural monsters; escaping is what they should be doing. It's despicable to leave the fighting to the Metropolitan Police Department's SWAT team. With Chief Inspector Fujita assassinated, the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't even know if they can send any more people.

"stop!"

However, the next second,
The sudden sound behind them made the fleeing passersby tremble.

However, the shout was not directed at them, but at the 'demon' wielding a spiked club and striding forward with horns on its head.

"Ahem, I haven't lost yet."

Getting up from the shards of glass in the shop window, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, the man wearing a bicycle helmet spread his arms, blocking the path of these 'monsters'.

? !
"Hey buddy, run!"

"Stop fighting, you can't beat it."

Among the fleeing crowd, someone couldn't help but shout.

We're all just ordinary people. When faced with monsters, the best thing to do is run away. Trying to be a hero will only get you killed.
"This isn't about winning or losing; it's about me having to stand up here!"

Even just one more second, or even just one second, is enough.

Perhaps many people will be able to escape.
"Roar!"

His response was the 'ghost' raising its spiked club high.

Wuwuwu——

This strike, delivered with all its might, produced a sharp whistling sound, causing the fleeing crowd to turn their heads away.

I'm doomed.
The man who stood up to block the monster will be smashed into mincemeat with a single blow!
Buddha, does that mean good people should be...?
Bang! !

A muffled thud came from behind.
Even knowing the outcome, some people still couldn't help but glance back.

? !
That one glance was enough to make them stop in their tracks.

Because what came into view behind him was not a scene of humans being smashed into mincemeat, but the image of a man catching a spiked club with both hands.

Could it be that the 'ghost' is all show and no substance?
"Look at the ground."

Someone pointed to the feet of the man wearing the bicycle helmet.

Most of his feet were embedded in the concrete, and his shoes were cracked all around, proving that the blow he had just received was indeed a real supernatural attack.

Could it be that--

"monster"

The man who had raised both hands to grab the spiked club roared and threw the other man's weapon aside.

"Don't underestimate humans!"

As he tossed aside his opponent's weapon, the man wearing the bicycle helmet took a deep breath, retracted his right fist, and placed it at his waist. He half-squatted into a karate stance, generating power from his legs, twisting his waist and rotating his body, while simultaneously unleashing a powerful straight punch with his right arm rotating forward.

boom--!
He channeled all his strength into a punch, which slammed heavily into the 'demon's' abdomen.

The next moment, the back of this 'ghost' suddenly bulged out!

Then it exploded without stopping.
Looking down at the empty hole in its abdomen, the towering 'ghost' roared in resentment before finally turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Counterfeit goods are counterfeit goods; they're not some legendary product.

"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh"

The man in the bicycle helmet who threw the punch began to breathe heavily.

He was just an ordinary person. Even after crossing that threshold, he was still badly injured and severely depleted when suddenly facing a powerful enemy of the E-level.

In a battle between intelligent beings, the remaining minions would surely waver, be afraid, or even run away when faced with the scenario of the 'leader' being instantly killed. However, these nightmare monsters do not have such a sophisticated way of thinking. After a slight delay, they all swarmed around again.

"Come on, monsters?!"

He took a fighting stance, and the man wearing a bicycle helmet was stunned.

Several figures rushed past him, some wielding clubs, others throwing their bare hands, and slammed them heavily onto the monsters.

"Hero, we're here to help!"

Faced with a crisis, do you flee like an ordinary citizen, or do you step forward to help?

"Have the courage!"

Those who rushed back shouted encouragement as they gritted their teeth and attacked the monsters.

"Don't underestimate us, you mere monster!"

These people had contorted facial features, clenched their teeth, and their fear was clearly visible.

But they still rushed forward because they had role models, goals, and—hope.

Defeat these monsters and awaken supernatural powers!

"war!"