A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 34 Monsters Spread in Tokyo

"Target hit!"

"Takumi Oshima has fallen into a coma. What is that?!"

"Headquarters! Headquarters! Mrs. Oshima and Teru Oshima have undergone an abnormal change—"

"A large number of monsters have appeared out of nowhere! Requesting tactical guidance! Requesting tactical guidance! Ah!!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's command center in Chiyoda, countless noises rang out, mixed with the exclamations and screams of Metropolitan Police Department personnel on the front lines.

The bizarre monsters that scattered in all directions, and the desperate screams of the people who were tackled, made many people in the command room sweat profusely and shout into their earpieces, but they themselves did not even know what they were shouting.

The only ones who remained calm were a few figures standing in front of the giant surveillance screen:

Inspector Fujita, Lieutenant General Thomas, and others were monitoring the battlefield through drones and cameras carried by police officers.

"The ability to alter reality through thought?"

American Superman movies have been made for decades.
They have a great deal of admiration for 'supernatural powers';
The scene before us is indeed terrifying, but not incomprehensible, even if we try to understand it using their way of thinking.

“It looks like it,”

Director Fujita adjusted his non-prescription glasses.
"Without a doubt, Mrs. Oshima, Teru Oshima, is indeed dead."

As Takumi Oshima fell into a coma, the 'Mrs. Oshima, Teru Oshima,' who was just like a normal person, immediately revealed her true colors: countless indescribable and bizarre monsters.

Under the cold gaze of the drones overhead, monsters began to rise from the shadows surrounding "Mrs. Oshima" and "Takashi Oshima": hounds with human heads and dog bodies, strange figures wearing raincoats and wielding axes, and half-human figures crawling on the ground.
"Human-faced dog, Slit-mouthed woman, Red cloak, Little old man, High-speed grandma."

Lieutenant General Thomas might not recognize them, but how could Director Fujita not? These modern tales, unique to this island nation, are certainly familiar to him.

Besides these tales that reveal their 'identities,' there are many more grotesque beings: emaciated figures with hands that transform into scythes; things rotting and oozing pus, resembling jellyfish that sometimes shrink to the size of a fist and sometimes swell to the size of a house, their surfaces covered with countless chaotic faces; and monsters whose hands and feet twist like noodles, binding themselves together.
These densely packed monsters continued to spread, flying out in all directions, turning modern roads, parks, and buildings into bizarre and nightmarish scenes!

It wasn't just these monsters; the earth began to churn and undulate, the trees bared their claws, and everything around them twisted, all faithfully recorded by the cameras.

Except for the police!

However, faced with this nightmarish scene, they would rather be twisted themselves as well.

Then you don't have to face all of this soberly:
"Fire! Fire!"

"Aaaaaah, monster! Don't come any closer!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang,

A barrage of gunfire rang out in this nightmarish land.

However, the police at the scene soon discovered to their despair that their firearms were completely useless!

Bullets passed through the monsters without hindrance, as if they were just illusions: but when the police were pounced on by the monsters, coldness, exhaustion, confusion, grief, and despair flooded their minds, causing them to be tackled, overwhelmed, and killed in despair.

It was a completely one-sided massacre!

"whee,"

"What a pleasant surprise!"

In this hellish scene, a figure as black as ink stood on the roof of the garbage transfer station, calmly watching everything unfold.

Beside the magnificent 'twelve-layered' skirt lay a stiff, contorted sniper.

It was a supernatural being who called himself a 'benefactor'.

"Sure enough, this 'chess piece' has a real talent for dreaming."

To escape reality, he could even create a "dream within a dream" within his own "dream," repeatedly immersing himself in it and unwilling to wake up.

Now, relying on the power of the 'Kirin Fruit,' this pawn is able to have 'lucid dreams'; he could have lived a 'pleasant' life like this—but then the island nation's government knocked him out with a tranquilizer dart, plunging him into an unconscious dream.

In the dream world of ordinary people, it's perfectly normal for monsters to appear.

"Help--"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Under the witness of this 'spectator', the defense line formed by the island nation's police collapsed instantly: what difference is there between the police and ordinary people when faced with these monsters who disregard firearms?
逃、

They fled for their lives!

Whoosh—Boom!
A rocket flew through the sky and landed among the monsters, exploding into a cloud of smoke and fire.

The next second, even more monsters surged out, forcefully extinguishing the flames.

"it's useless,"

These 'monsters' are merely the embodiment of dreams.

Essentially, it belongs to some special kind of 'energy creation', so how could it possibly be attacked by guns and cannons?

With this technique, 'Dream Manifestation', in the world of One Piece, the Celestial Dragons' Knights of God, 'Saint Hiringom,' single-handedly manipulated the Giant Kingdom, the strongest nation in the world in terms of fighting power!

Even domineering power couldn't destroy these monsters.

Immortal and indestructible, like a nightmare, they left the giants of Elbaf helpless.

of course,

This doesn't mean that this move is invincible.

Not to mention that these 'monsters' are pitifully weak,
"If we just kill the 'ability user,' this nightmare will end."

As he muttered to himself, the 'benefactor's' gaze fell on the source of the surging nightmare: in the middle of the road, which was covered by countless writhing shadows, lay unconscious on the ground, a middle-aged office worker wearing a hospital gown.

No matter how powerful the ability,
The ability user is an absolute weakness.

So, do the island nation and the American government have this decision?

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.

"Target locked."

"Shall we launch?"

In the clouds above, the American Seahawk attack helicopters had locked onto the unconscious Takumi Oshima. With just a press of the launch button, the AGM-114 Hellfire anti-tank missile would strike the target at Mach 1.3.

As for whether the target can withstand the 'anti-tank missile'?
That's not a problem for the driver to consider.

"No,"

"Remain locked."

"No firing without orders!"

The stern order from Lieutenant General Thomas came through the headset: Under normal circumstances, he, as the base commander, wouldn't need to get involved, but this time was different.

"Director Fujita, is it alright if I take command?" "No,"

The Metropolitan Police Department's main store command center.
In response to Lieutenant General Thomas's question, Director Fujita remained expressionless.

On the giant monitor in front of the two, countless twisted, nightmarish monsters scattered across the screen, some even flying into the sky: many of them had already crossed the police cordon and were heading towards densely populated residential areas.

But neither Lieutenant General Thomas nor Director Fujita showed any reaction.

"This scene is a nightmare."

"Yes, but we still need to confirm."

The two of them talked back and forth, seemingly oblivious to the police being chased by the monster and the ordinary people struggling.

In peaceful areas, even the death of a few people is big news, and the relevant responsible persons should come out, bow, apologize, and step down.
But if it's a war-torn region, like Ermao.

They fought with Da Mao for three years.
The population has shrunk by 1500 million, and the number of casualties is close to one million!

The population of Ermao is already less than 30 million. If the fighting continues, it will truly be a dead entity.

But for other countries, such a war seems like a cloud in the sky or the moon in the water, completely devoid of any sense of reality.

The driver still holds military and political power, and no matter how many people die, it's just a number: who can or dares to stand up and criticize him and force him to step down?
No.

"Such supernatural abilities are of epoch-making significance."

Lieutenant General Thomas stared at the nightmare scene on the screen.

Not only did they not fear,

His face was full of longing.

"Every sacrifice is meaningful!"

"sacrifice,"

Director Fujita lowered his eyes. It was the Japanese who were sacrificed, so of course the guy next to him didn't care!
In fact, even he—didn't care.

In the eyes of those in power, ordinary people
It's just a number anyway.

As I said before, in peacetime, it's enough to just shout slogans.

Compared to the national interest, no one would blink if hundreds of thousands or millions died!

"This is for the sake of the island nation,"

Looking at the terrified passersby on the screen,

Director Fujita muttered to himself.

"Mom, what is that?"

"Movie props? Or cosplay?"

On the streets near Yakushi Park, Arai 5-chome, Nakano Ward;

The 'monster' that suddenly rushed out from the park caused passersby to stop and look at it in confusion.

It's no wonder these passersby are so 'calm'; it's because this is Tokyo!
The island nation has been at peace for decades, and for many people, war and death are just words in books.

In addition, the values shaped by modern education mean that when people suddenly see something strange, their first reaction is not to run away, but to think it's something like cosplay.

until--

"what!!"

A patrol officer who stepped forward in confusion, wanting to 'ask' about the situation, was tackled to the ground.

"Monster!! Help, help—"

Pfft

As the monsters tore and ripped at him, the poor patrolman's raised arm fell to the ground.

? !
But his death also brought the passersby to their senses.

"monster?"

"Is it...is it a supernatural being?!"

"Damn it! Didn't the government say it was a lie?!"

"Run!!"

The deaths of their kind finally made the passersby realize that this was a genuine monster: although they didn't know why it was in central Tokyo, they knew they had to run.

You don't need to run faster than the monster, just faster than everyone else.

For a while,
It's like an anthill being filled with boiling water.

Countless tiny black dots rushed out in all directions.

This is the instinct of living beings: when faced with an insurmountable crisis, they scatter and flee. Relying on numbers and luck, there will always be some individuals who manage to escape.

But there were also unlucky ones:
"Mom, there are police ahead!"

The little girl, who was being pulled along by the young woman, suddenly pointed ahead.

"Great!"

"It's the police! We're saved!"

The crowd was overjoyed and rushed over, waving and shouting.

"There's a monster here!"

"Help us—?!"

After running only a few steps, people in this direction stopped, their joy replaced by despair.

Because behind the police officers rushing towards them were even more monsters!

These police officers are also on the run!

Besieged on both sides

Finished!