A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 50 Super Enhancers and Levels
"That damned monster challenged the Japanese swordsman to a duel?"

"Yes, Lieutenant General."

"What should we do?"

In the gloomy Yokosuka base, Lieutenant General Thomas, after hearing his subordinate's report, hesitated for a long time before waving his hand weakly.

"For now, do nothing."

What can it do?
The electromagnetic railgun was blocked, and the nuclear missile remained unscathed;

Apart from certain weapons that are still in the laboratory and whose usability is unknown, America has run out of options.

The enemy is a highly mobile humanoid unit, and it is unburdened. No matter how powerful America's firepower is, or how formidable its carrier battle group is, can it really travel through time and space to bomb Heian-kyo a thousand years ago?

On the other hand, if the experts' analysis is correct, Heian-kyo (Kyoto) a thousand years ago was even more terrifying.

A mere nuclear bomb wouldn't even be enough to tickle someone.

After all, 'Gouchen' is just a legend from an island nation.

One of the twelve "knights" under the command of the legendary great magician Abe no Seimei.

If they could already disregard all kinds of modern weapons, then how powerful must Abe no Seimei, as the lord, and those contemporary 'demon kings' or even 'gods' have been?
This unscientific! !
This statement has become the desperate cry of countless historians who have been racking their brains lately.

Unfortunately, whether it's scientific or not, the facts are undeniable.

Fortunately, Yahweh closed the door.

But a window was left open.

"Notify Director Fujita,"

"There's been progress with the super enhancer."

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.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

In a laboratory at Yokosuka Base;

A young black man, strapped to a steel bed, was struggling in agony.

This is a street 'specialty' of America. Growing up, they follow their elders to buy things for free, and when they grow up, they smoke weed and join gangs—working in a fried chicken shop? Working as a clerk in a convenience store? Are you kidding me? They are 'noble' American city dwellers.

As a result, they either died in gang fights or had their magazines emptied by the police.

The American countryside belonged to redneck ranchers: many Black people who used to live in the countryside ended up living in the cities.

"Oh, shit!!"

"What did you inject me with? Fuck you—"

The black man, now only wearing boxer shorts, struggled and cursed wildly in a standard West Coast accent. Although he had committed robbery, drug trafficking, and murder, he considered himself a good person, a community member, a good father, and a source of joy for everyone.
Okay, this place is obviously a secret laboratory for those white guys, so this explanation is definitely useless.

Am I going to die here today?

In the midst of desperate struggle, I don't know where the strength came from;

The restraints binding Lao Hei's wrists snapped with a loud "bang"!

Good opportunity

His limbs struggled even more violently, and his muscles bulged out clearly; he didn't look like a street thug at all, but more like a bodybuilder.

But if he were a bodybuilder, this old black man wouldn't have been tied up here.

You can make a living by live-streaming fitness and selling products.

Collapse, collapse, collapse!

During the struggle, one leather restraint strap after another broke!

After his arms broke free of their restraints, Lao Hei grabbed the restraint straps in front of his chest and exerted force with the muscles that bulged high in his chest.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Crash!! Crash!!
Like a gorilla, he actually tore the wide restraints on his chest off!
Sit up, then apply the restraints to your waist and legs.

Soon, the powerful restraint device specifically designed to restrain mental patients was violently torn to shreds. Not only that, the enraged Black man got up and began punching and kicking the surrounding high-tech equipment.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The punches and kicks were like iron hammers, sending fragments flying, plastic shattering, and metal bending wherever they went.
After venting for a few minutes, leaving only a mess in the room, the old black man gradually calmed down.

"Did I do this?"

He looked at his clenched fists, then at the shattered instruments around him.

The skin wasn't even broken, could it be:

He understood.

What those white guys injected him with must have been some kind of 'super enhancer'!
American superhero movies have been made for decades, and even the average Black person on the street has seen many of them: it should be said that these idle Black people are also the main force in movie theaters.

The plot of the movie, where evil government scientists conduct human experiments, eventually creating 'Superman' and then being killed in retaliation, is simply classic.

Clearly, he's one of those lucky guys: take down those white guys and reach the pinnacle of life!

"cool--"

"Superpowers at my fingertips! Yay!"

Thinking of this, Lao Hei actually started clapping on the spot and began an impromptu rap.

Want a luxury car? There are plenty right on the street!

"The cops can't catch them—"

In the beginning of my fantasy,

An old black man wearing boxer shorts sang and danced.

"Beautiful women and piles of money, I wouldn't even blink."
Who does Yahweh think he is now? He has to call me boss!

What appears to be a metal wall is actually one-way glass; outside, Director Fujita is expressionless, and Miyako Hana, Section Chief Kitano, and others all have stiff faces.

The group was internally screaming: "Does this American black guy have no brains?"

If you want to celebrate, fight your way out first.

"Ahem, begin the test."

Lieutenant General Thomas, looking somewhat embarrassed, gestured...
Immediately, someone nearby tapped on their tablet, and the next second:
Click click click

The four corners of the room slid open, revealing the dark muzzles of guns.

? !
Hey, man! Sir!

In an instant, the black man who had just been singing, dancing, and rapping reflexively raised his hands.

Unfortunately, his fate was sealed from the very beginning:

Da da da da,

As bullets spit out from the muzzle of a gun in the corner of the room, Old Black, who instinctively lunges to the side, is caught by the trajectory of the bullets.

After struggling for a few seconds, he was finally swept down, his body convulsing.

"Stop," "Send out a robot to inspect."

As the gunfire ceased, the other side of the room opened, and a tracked robot drove toward Old Black, who was lying on the ground.

After a thorough inspection to confirm that it wasn't a case of feigning death, researchers in protective suits were allowed to enter.

"This is the result?"

Seeing Lieutenant General Thomas's displeased expression, Professor Ohsumi couldn't help but speak up.

"Sir, what do you wish to obtain—"

Superman or the X-Men?

"Sorry, can't do that."

The old professor with a full white beard pointed at Old Black, who was being "collected" by researchers in the laboratory.

"But this is the future, the future that belongs to us humans!"

"This is a special cellular energy that we extracted from supernatural organisms."

"Its function is to stimulate, or rather assimilate, normal human cells, enabling mitochondria to have the ability to refine, produce, and store this special energy."

"The current experimental subjects are indeed very weak, but if they undergo prolonged feeding, guidance, and training; when the cells throughout their bodies synthesize these special cellular energies with extremely high efficiency—"

That is a true supernatural existence!
“He’s right, Lieutenant General.”

Professor Victor, who was standing nearby, chimed in to add to the discussion.
"I will try to decipher the secrets of supernatural power through genetic information, so I need more funding."

Those who do scientific research never miss any opportunity to get funding; scientific research is expensive, and you can't move an inch without money, especially for completely new research topics.

"Money is not a problem."

Seeing the bodies being cleaned up in the room, Lieutenant General Thomas was already tempted.

To be able to break free from restraints with bare hands, smash the laboratory like this, and still survive being riddled with bullets with an intact corpse, clearly exceeds the scope of normal living beings.

While the gap between this and 'supernatural existence' is undoubtedly vast, as Professor Ohsumi from the island nation said, this is the first step towards becoming 'superhuman': the greatest strength of technology lies in mass production and replication, and one day:
Even supernatural beings must submit to American technology!

"Can we start mass production now?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but the output—"

The 'original cells' that produce the enhancer come from a supernatural entity: the island nation, no, it's in the hands of two countries, namely one person and one corpse.

The person is a short-haired girl named Yamoto, and the corpse is the unlucky Tanaka Taiji. The only thing that can be obtained is from these two.
Takumi Oshima? He is information about a supernatural being, top secret among top secrets.

As for 'Oshima Teru', he's not even human.

"That's your problem,"

With a domineering wave of his hand, Lieutenant General Thomas turned around and gestured to Director Fujita.

"Director, please."

Next, the two sides need to discuss issues such as the production and distribution of the 'super enhancer', as well as:
"A hierarchy of supernatural beings?"

"That's right,"

Upon entering the conference room,

Lieutenant General Thomas got straight to the point.

"It's time to 'rank' these damn guys."

Humans have a passion for assigning grades to everything, whether it's a student's grade level, a company employee's 'seniority', or the caliber and power of various weapons.

“Only with a hierarchy can we deploy the appropriate military force to suppress them. — What do you think, Director?”

In public, Lieutenant General Thomas would certainly not address him as "dear Fujita" repeatedly.

"That's what I think too,"

Director Fujita nodded slightly.

In fact, there are similar calls within the island nation's government.
Supernatural beings vary in strength, and indeed, a hierarchy is needed to represent their power.

"We are prepared to use fully armed American soldiers as the standard for Level E."

Lieutenant General Thomas opened the notebook in front of him.

Turn it to the people of the island nation.

"Brad infantry fighting vehicle, as the standard for Class D."

The fluctuations within each level are distinguished by adding '+' and '-'.

For example, armed police officers are classified as E-; while ordinary tanks are classified as D+.

This is just a vague distinction, not an absolute one: even an unarmed refugee, armed with an anti-tank mine, could take down the most advanced tank.

"Above that, there is the C level, which requires an army to deal with, and the B level, which is difficult for even a legion to handle. Then there is the hypothetical A level, which can easily annihilate an entire army group by one person."

Grade A
simply put,
It is an existence to which all means on this planet are ineffective.

"For example, the test subject we just saw would be classified as E- in our grading system."

Lieutenant General Thomas gave an example, saying that his strength was equivalent to that of an armed police officer; of course, considering his supernatural characteristics, his potential and ability to sustain combat were much higher.

"We also have our own set of divisions,"

As Director Fujita made a gesture, Kana Mitani opened her laptop.

"Paper, and, strong, fierce, and wild."

This is the ranking system prepared by the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Paper" means that even in the face of modern weapons, it remains as fragile as paper.

This corresponds to America's Class E, which is the black test subject we just saw;

"并" means "to go side by side": it means that it is already able to fight on equal footing with ordinary firearms.

That is, America's D-class: the representative figures are the first two of the 'Kamaitachi siblings'. As for the little girl Hina, her healing ability is certainly valuable, but her combat power is just so-so.

"Strong, as the literal meaning suggests, is stronger than ordinary police officers and soldiers, to the point that it would take assembling an army to deal with them."

Equivalent to Class C in America, there is currently only one person at this level: Oni-Masked Samurai.

“Ominous means a violent calamity that even an army cannot withstand.”

A B-level existence—undoubtedly, such an evaluation belongs to the level of that 'Gou Chen' and 'Noble Person'.

"Madman Thomas."

Director Fujita pointed to his own notebook.
"What do you think about placing 'Abe no Seimei' in this category?"

"Agree."

It was precisely because of 'Abe no Seimei' that
That's why the A-level rank exists: it's something the world is helpless against.

Judging from 'Gouchen's' strength, this is by no means an exaggeration: the greatest Onmyoji in history deserves this evaluation.

(End of this chapter)