A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 292 One-Punch Man?
Banqiao District, Qiuyue Residence.

"The Konoe clan is advancing along the Meguro district—"

"A 'ninja' in red has appeared in Shinjuku Ward and is cutting into the monster horde along the JR Yamanote Line."

"Overall, the disaster has been contained, and the next step is to address the root cause."

Through the Tokugawa family's intelligence network, Tokugawa Mitsuko continuously reported frontline intelligence to three people: Akizuki Ritsu, Inoue Kaori, and Inoue Kaoru.

That's right, Kaoru is here too: her 'Pen-Pen Fruit' excels at creation, but doesn't significantly enhance her main body. Besides, in a battlefield with millions of people, having one more main body wouldn't make much difference. So, she can just stay at home and send out a large number of 'clones' to fight.

Each clone brings a certain amount of combat experience, and just digesting these 'memories' is extremely energy-consuming.

In short, Kaoru has already experienced Akizuki Ritsu's 'troubles'.

The main body sits at home, while the clones roam everywhere.

As for how to solve the root cause...

"Should I go take a look?"

Kaori Inoue suggested that her specialty was 'one-on-one'.

"No need,"

But Akizuki Ritsu stopped her.
"I think those supernatural beings can handle it. We should give the younger generation a chance."

Having a thorough understanding of the entire battlefield, Akizuki Ryū is ready to bestow her most extraordinary 'talent' upon her chess piece, which is:
200 times the effort!
Regardless of whether this talent is absurd or not, it does exist.

In just two years, Coby went from an ordinary person to someone with the power to destroy an island with a single punch, making even the Admirals and the Four Emperors take notice.

As for whether the person who gains this ability will pose a threat to Akizuki Ritsu?

What a joke!
Using his power to resist him is utterly absurd.

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.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh,"

In Shinjuku, Shibuya, near Nakano Ward, a man wearing a bicycle helmet was panting heavily, his hands on his knees.

"Sir, would you like to rest for a while?"

A middle-aged office worker next to me, who was collecting baseball bats, handed me a bottle of water.

"Thanks,"

He took the water bottle and took a sip.
Wiping his mouth, the man wearing goggles scanned his surroundings.

Everywhere was shrouded in a pervasive black mist, which seemed to be gathering again as it drifted by—this was a characteristic of the supernatural disaster 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons'; the monsters were only temporarily dispersed, not truly killed.

People used to hold out until dawn, and then the disaster would stop.

The sky over Tokyo is currently overcast, and it seems that the disaster will not end unless the clouds are dispersed and the sun appears.
"I need to go to the center of the disaster,"

Walking to the roadside, the man wearing a bicycle helmet put his water bottle into a trash can and looked towards Nakano Ward.

"Only by addressing the root cause of the disaster can we stop it all."

? !
"Sir, this is too dangerous!"

"Let's contact the Metropolitan Police Department first."

Other bystanders who had joined the fight instinctively tried to dissuade him upon hearing this.

"I heard that the younger of the Inoue sisters has made a move, and the Tokugawa family and the Imperial Guard have also joined the battle. Should we wait for them to act together?"

The Metropolitan Police Department had been shut down, but when they pulled out their phones, they found numerous messages compiled by people from other places online; so those present were not unaware of the situation elsewhere.

"I can't wait any longer,"

The man wearing a bicycle helmet shook his head slightly.

"The disaster may seem to be contained, but every second that is delayed will result in more casualties."

"Moreover, I have already gained supernatural powers!"

He clenched his fist, and the surge of power gave the man the confidence to take the 'adventure'.

For an ordinary person to enter the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" would certainly be an act of suicide; but for a supernatural being, it is not impossible to succeed.

"you--"

"That's too risky!"

"Sir, may I ask your name?"

Seeing that this 'hero' had made up his mind, the ordinary people who were fighting alongside him could not stop him and instead asked for his name.

"Name?"

The man, wearing a bicycle helmet, goggles, and simple armor, thought for a moment.

"Just call me 'Unlicensed Rider'."

Japan has a very popular culture of various 'Kamen Riders', but this 'rider' has no official certification and is entirely based on 'interest', so describing himself as 'unlicensed' is most appropriate.

A no-license rider?
"May you have great luck in your martial arts, Master Unlicensed Knight!"

You must come back alive!

"Shut up, the Unlicensed Master will surely return victorious!"

Amidst the blessings, worries, and waves from the passersby behind him, the man who called himself the 'Unlicensed Rider' charged alone towards the Nakano area, which had been overrun by monsters.

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.

"What an enormous number,"

The red-clad ninja leaped between skyscrapers, leaving a refracted crimson afterimage in the air.

As you venture deeper into the Nakano district, the monsters become increasingly dense, and as far as the eye can see, it's practically a vast black ocean.

Kenji Fujikido inherited the 'Iwato Mountain God's' legacy, but he did not possess the ability to fly: under the influence of gravity, he would trace a long arc and eventually fall back to the ground.

Snapped,

The person adjusted their state in the air.
As it landed, one foot landed on the head of an 'evil spirit'.

These 'monsters' are not harmed by gunfire; they are like mere phantoms in the face of firearms.

However, if they are living beings, not only can they be touched, but they can even muster the courage to fight them; this has baffled countless scientists, who ultimately declared that it is some kind of 'energy entity'. This isn't entirely wrong; these 'dream monsters' are condensations of spiritual power, and only beings with spiritual power can defeat them.

The 'Iwato Mountain God' tradition includes a unique set of footwork techniques.

Kenji Fujikido unleashed his agility, running and leaping above the monsters' heads with incredible speed, changing direction and dodging directly to avoid the battle. Like a horse leaping over a mountain stream or a swan soaring through the air, he had already covered dozens of meters in an instant.

By the time the monsters realized what was happening, the others had already run far away.

Fighting these monsters is pointless.

Finding the source of these monster 'tides' at the center is what he should be doing.

"Ok?"

Using his agile skills, Kenji Fujikido sped across the monster horde, turning his head.

A disturbance arose in the distant black tide; that was:
A single figure is struggling to advance through the horde of monsters!
Are there other supernatural beings?
Should we go over and help?
The one caught in the black tide is naturally the 'Unlicensed Rider'.

He did become a supernatural being, but only at the lowest level, E-.

Once caught in the 'Nightmare Tide,' it's like being in the underworld: the air is filled with a thick black mist that makes it impossible to open your eyes; all you hear are the mad howls of evil spirits and demons, the painful wails, and the curses of hatred.

It's absolute hell!

Faced with the 'invaders', the nightmare monsters showed no hesitation, fear, or fatigue—characteristics of the living.

They surged in from all directions, disregarding everything, crowding, trampling, and transforming into a raging tide: they were no longer simply attacking with fists and claws, but were preparing to rely on their sheer numbers to directly overwhelm the 'Unlicensed Rider'.

Bang!
With a simple right punch, he pierced through the charging monster, turning it into a cloud of black mist.

As he retracted his right fist, his left fist immediately lashed out.

The 'Mumen Rider' had practiced karate, but in this chaotic battle involving thousands of troops, he didn't need to consider anything else; he just needed to punch, punch, and keep punching!

The attack was simple yet powerful, with an unstoppable momentum! The monsters around him surged like a tidal wave, howling and roaring, with countless arms reaching out to grab him, wave after wave crashing down, surrounding the 'Unlicensed Rider' in the center.

A wave came, and the figure wearing a bicycle helmet disappeared instantly.

Amidst the splashing water, the man resurfaced, striding with unwavering determination into the depths of Nakano Ward.

Around him, the monsters that were thrown and pierced exploded into a cloud of black mist, which were the 'splashes' of the flying boats going upstream in the sea.

Despite appearing to be fighting tirelessly, the pace of progress is actually slowing down.

so tired!

There are too many.
The monsters are endless, but he is nearing his limit.

The homemade armor on the unlicensed rider's body had been torn to pieces.

These monsters were not very powerful, but their numbers were enormous: even if each one could only leave a mark on him, after hundreds or thousands of marks, the arm armor on his arms exploded first, followed by the armor on his upper body falling apart.

Countless red marks began to appear all over his body;

Finally, he reached his limit during the fierce battle. His skin was torn and blood kept seeping out, turning him into a red man.

Is that the end?

Do not!
The world shouldn't be like this!

The unlicensed rider also lamented that his previous life was too boring and lacked any passion.

But it should never be done in this way, in this way that terrifies and terrifies countless people, to bring so-called 'excitement'!
"Our daily lives—"

Give it back!
Snapped,

Just at this time,
Four enormous hands suddenly emerged from the black tide, grabbing the Mumen Rider's arms from the left and right.

? !
These are two 'ghosts'.
Red-haired, glaring, baring his teeth, tall, and wearing a tiger-skin skirt.

According to the 'scientific' explanation, the original form of the so-called 'ghost' was a Spanish adventurer who drifted to the island nation: tall, ragged, with red hair and blue eyes, and covered in hair. He certainly didn't look like a human.

These two creatures in front of me are monsters created by Nightmare's abilities.

As both sides exerted their strength, the concrete ground beneath their feet cracked with a snapping sound.

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

Knock knock knock,

The violent pounding of the heart, like the beating of drums, echoed throughout the entire battlefield!

The unlicensed rider's hands bulged with muscles, his face turned purplish-blue, his legs bent more and more, and in an instant, the veins in his neck bulged, his Adam's apple bobbed, and all the muscles in his body swelled up.

"rise--"

With a sudden burst of strength, the two 'ghosts' that were pressing down on his arms were lifted up!
Swish! ×2
With a sudden spin, the two 'ghosts', like giant meteor hammers, spun and blasted away all the surrounding monsters, turning them into a sky full of black mist.

And so, the unlicensed rider strode forward, grabbed the arms of the two 'demons' with his backhand, and used them as weapons.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Wielding two 'weapons' larger than himself, the man, now only wearing a bicycle helmet, surged upstream against the black torrent, utterly domineering! Until his hands suddenly felt light.

Ok?
Noticing that the 'ghost' being used as a weapon couldn't withstand the pressure, it dissipated into black mist.

Boom, boom, boom! !

At the same time, the monsters in front of him piled up in large numbers, forming a 'small mountain', or like a rolling wave, ready to engulf him in one fell swoop!
Faced with all this,
The unlicensed rider didn't care and suddenly took a step forward.

The movement of the spine segment by segment drives the movement of the entire skeleton and the contraction and relaxation of muscles.

Like a lever, the force is transmitted segment by segment from the lumbar spine to the thoracic spine and finally falls on the right shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, he threw out his right fist, and a surge of 'qi' flowed into his right arm, guiding the Mumen Rider to naturally throw his fist forward.

boom-----

A straight, huge, circular cavity suddenly swept across the center of the black 'wave'.

Along this trajectory, these 'nightmare monsters' were pierced without any resistance, and the piercing continued for dozens of meters!

Piercing through mountains and splitting through ocean waves: These 'monsters' have the characteristic of fearing 'qi', but being able to deliver such a punch is enough to make countless supernatural beings take notice.

"So strong!"

Kenji Fujikido, who was originally going to come and help, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
If that punch had landed on him, he would have been seriously injured, if not killed: since this supernatural being was so strong, he could rest assured.

With this thought in mind, he continued to race towards the Nakano area, stepping on the heads of the monsters below.

(End of this chapter)