A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 39 Sleepless Night
Night came,

But Tokyo remained brightly lit and even more vibrant than usual.

Countless people flocked to Nakano Ward, but were stopped by armored vehicles and police cars, and ended up stranded in Shinjuku and Shibuya.

'Hey, did you hear?'

'That's the one, isn't it? Too bad I can't get close—'

'I have top-secret inside information; I'm a classmate of my husband's comrade-in-arms' brother-in-law.'

Countless whispers and heated debates erupted in these two areas: Shinjuku and Shibuya were already fashion hotspots and paradises for young consumers. And now, what could be hotter or more novel than the 'supernatural'?

No!

Street corners and alleyways, high-rise buildings;
In coffee shops and office buildings, the only topic of discussion is the 'supernatural'.

On one hand, it's very close to Nakano Ward;
If the 'supernatural disaster' had spread here at that time, who knows how many horrific deaths and injuries it would have caused.

On the other hand, that's 'supernatural' power!

With so many comics from island nations and so many movies from America, who wouldn't want to possess superhuman power?
In the last century, America was extremely obsessed with all kinds of 'unsolved mysteries' and human 'superpowers'. Those 'superpower masters' who claimed to be able to bend spoons would appear on television and make announcements, and were well-known 'big figures'.

Big Mao also launched his own 'Super Soldier' ​​project, with all sorts of unbelievable experiments emerging one after another, challenging people's values, such as superstring theory, which left people stunned.

Against this backdrop, other countries have followed suit, sparking various trends in spiritual practice.

For example, the mastermind behind the infamous subway sarin attack in the island nation.
The 'cult leader' who was hanged in a Tokyo detention center a few years ago, relied on a candid photo of him 'floating' to attract 50,000 official members, and hundreds of thousands of 'peripheral members' were influenced by him. He was even so arrogant as to try to run for office.

Humanity's yearning for 'supernatural powers' is evident.

Now, it's not about candid shots, magic tricks, or mystical theories: it's about real facts!
The video of the intense sports competition between young boys and girls had already gone viral online; now, a large-scale 'monster' rampage has occurred, and there's no doubt—

"I knew this was the 'Holy Grail War'!"

On the bustling streets of Shinjuku, a young man stood resolutely, pointing his finger like a halberd, speaking with great passion.

"Look everyone, these two students are the Masters: and the classical beauty in black who appeared later is the unknown Heroic Spirit!"

"And the disaster that broke out today must be a familiar summoned by the 'magician'!"

Regardless of whether his words were far-fetched or not, many people chose to stop and listen.

There were even elites dressed in suits!

The famous Akihabara is actually located on the Yamanote Line in Chiyoda Ward, which is the political center of the island nation, where the Prime Minister's official residence and the Metropolitan Police Department are located.

It's not uncommon to encounter government officials in maid cafes in Akihabara.

"I predict that something big will happen in the next two nights!"

The young man, surrounded by onlookers, excitedly announced...

"The Holy Grail War,"

"It will surely end with a spectacular explosion!"

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.

The hustle and bustle of the neighboring ward was kept out by the military and police: nowadays, to enter Nakano Ward, one must provide proof of residence in Nakano Ward, which is indeed troublesome, but faced with the guns in the hands of the soldiers, the residents of Nakano Ward have nothing to complain about.

Moreover, a 'supernatural disaster' had just occurred during the day, and those who were able to do so were all fleeing outside;

Those who remain in the Nakano area at this point are either harboring ulterior motives or have no other choice.

"Honey, the bathwater is ready."

"Okay, here we go."

This thrilling conversation took place in a detached house with the nameplate "Oshima" on it.

However, in the house next door, the 'Violent Opposition' elites, guarding a large number of surveillance devices, all had cold, hard faces, as if they were in a funeral parlor where their parents had died.

The eavesdropping by these fully armed elites continued for half an hour, until the lights in the neighboring house went out and faint breathing sounds could be heard—only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Nothing unusual?"

"No,"

"No,"

He took out cigarettes and handed them out to everyone.

Wiping the cold sweat from their temples, these elites, who remained unfazed in front of the yakuza members, began to chat casually.

"It seems that natural sleep doesn't trigger that."

"Very good--"

"Yes, may Buddha protect you."

The teammate next to him prayed while kissing the cross he was wearing.

The other members seemed hesitant to speak.

Who would have thought that this guy, covered in all sorts of religious necklaces, bracelets, and rings, was a staunch materialist just a few days ago?
Just like the old saying from World War II: There are no faithless ones in foxholes.

Truly facing death

Everyone prays to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"Next, remember: No one should act alone, and if anyone appears to be drowsy, wake them up immediately!"

The superintendent in charge of the scene clapped his hands. The Oshima family had already gone to sleep, but they had to stay awake: to ensure that no "supernatural disaster" would occur.

Or rather—act as 'human sentinels' to ensure that the higher-ups are informed of the disaster outbreak as soon as possible.

The residential buildings surrounding the Oshima family's home had long since been replaced by the Metropolitan Police Department. They were being monitored by various high-precision infrared devices and long-range eavesdropping equipment.

what?
Why not install listening devices and cameras in Oshima's house?
Good idea—whoever proposes it will be rewarded with the installation: if it's discovered, their head will be used to appease the other party's anger, although it's highly likely to be useless.

Now that Takumi Oshima has agreed to let his 'son' join the Metropolitan Police Department, why would the Metropolitan Police Department possibly go and provoke him again?

If it weren't for the fear of his abilities going berserk, all the people around should have evacuated:

Although these 'violent' elites wholeheartedly agree!
"Next,"

The inspector exhaled a puff of smoke.
It was a long, deathly silent vigil.

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.

Zhaoxia base,

If their side is in a state of deathly silence,
Then the 'U.S. Army Headquarters on the Isle' located in Asaka City, Saitama Prefecture, is a bustling battlefield.

Woo-woo-woo-woo!!!
A terrifying, penetrating air raid siren blared throughout the base; the deafening sound was enough to deafen any living being.

The situation is urgent, so we don't care about disturbing the peace!
boom! boom! boom!
At the same time, flares exploded at low altitude, their blazing white light illuminating the earth and piercing through the trees.

No, this is no longer a flare;
It was a flashbang!
Da da da da,

Amidst deafening roars and blinding flashes of light, several classic M2 infantry fighting vehicles, the Bradley, slowly advanced, spewing deadly bullets as they went.

The bullets from the 25mm chain gun 'Viper' swept across the battlefield like raging metal pythons!

Wherever it went, even military buildings made of high-grade cement were kicked up in dust.

But it only created a cloud of dust: apart from leaving fist-sized dents, this cement, which incorporated a large amount of glass fiber, could withstand even artillery fire; it was just not enough to withstand machine gun fire.

This gave Machii Isao, who was hiding in the back, a chance to catch his breath.

really,

Regarding the current situation
This Heisei swordsman was not unprepared, but in such a bright and noisy battlefield, why were the enemy's armored vehicles able to keep up with him?
"Magnetometer array locks onto target!"

"Report! The target is hiding behind the building in Sector C."

Thirty meters below the base, in the nuclear and electromagnetic interference protection command center, a large number of American reconnaissance personnel were busy at work.

The 'magnetometer array' they mentioned is a high-tech detection device that locates a metal by detecting subtle magnetic field disturbances.

When the enemy entered the base to kill, the base activated a strong magnetic field pulse, making the enemy's weapons more conspicuous on the 'magnetometer array'.

No matter how fast that 'ninja' was, he couldn't shake off their pursuit!
"How dare you come!"

The white commander at the base rested his hands on the command platform.

"Does he really think America is easy to bully?"

"Send out the 'Hummingbird' shuttle!"

After suffering a major loss by having thirty of its men killed without warning, America immediately increased the base's defenses and deployed a large number of new weapons—weapons that are not very effective against modern armies but are surprisingly effective against 'Superman'.

Like the 'magnetic array' that locks onto the opponent's longsword, and the series of weapons that follow:

?

Chased by intense machine gun fire.

Hiding behind the building, Machii Isao suddenly looked up.

The deafening roar masked the hum of the propellers, and the flashbangs were enough to blind an ordinary person: in such a harsh environment, several shuttles flew in silently—the so-called 'shuttles' are speed-specialized drones that can easily exceed 230 km/h and can still speed and turn even in complex environments.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

boom! boom!
Several shuriken flew out and precisely intercepted the shuttles in mid-air.

Some crashed and flew down, while others exploded on the spot into clouds of smoke and fire.

Meanwhile, Machii Isao, dressed in black, had already seized the opportunity to dash away—and as it turned out, his strength was questionable when facing a well-prepared modern army!
"puff,"

The figure suddenly swayed.
Blood seeped from beneath the mask covering the lower half of his face.

Were we under attack?
poison?
Unlike this uncomfortable feeling of nausea.
“The target speed is decreasing,”

"The infrasound weapon is working!"

In order to deal with the high-intensity 'humanoid' hostile units, America did not sit idle; all kinds of weapons that were originally in the laboratory but had not been mass-produced for various reasons were transported over—immediately causing the 'ninja' to suffer a great loss.

These weapons did not appear on the battlefield simply because ordinary soldiers were 'only fit' for bullets and shells.

"Unfortunately, AI-driven prediction and fire control systems have not yet been deployed."

The commander snorted somewhat unhappily.
Without powerful AI for ultra-high-speed target detection, trajectory prediction, and multi-system coordinated command, it is difficult to effectively deal with targets of this level using only various single weapons.

"A supernatural existence?"

Don't underestimate America's technology!

"Sir, the other side is trying to escape—"

"Dream about releasing non-Newtonian fluid aerosols!"

This special aerosol is normally a liquid, but it hardens immediately upon impact: it can be used to impede high-speed moving targets.

And as long as that 'ninja' slows down, America has plenty of ways to keep him in place, including high-powered stun grenades and laser-induced plasma channel electrocution.

This guy must be made to kneel before the Stars and Stripes and repent!

(End of this chapter)