A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 54 Please close your eyes when it gets dark

A day passed,
Night fell on the earth.

But for a modern metropolis like Tokyo, real life is just beginning.

Students leaving school, office workers getting off work, whether it's a karaoke bar, a large shopping mall, or a roadside izakaya, or even a restaurant with various 'expensive dishes' on its signboard, there are always people coming and going—usually these kinds of places are what are called brothels.

The bright lights blurred the lines between night and day.

The crowds were dense, and everyone was indulging their desires to the fullest.

"That's not good,"

On a building in Meguro Ward, a 'noble person' as black as ink made his comment.

"It's both harmful to your health and a waste of time. Why not:"

Let's play a 'game'.

As the woman in black raised her hand and pointed, a white dot spread out in the night sky in front of her.

Like a flower in full bloom, the white dots expanded continuously, growing to half a person's height in the blink of an eye: from the patterns, this white was actually a set of ancient clothes: when the limbs stretched out, a curled-up sleeping child appeared out of thin air.

"Woo——"

The child, dressed in a loose hunting robe, rubbed his eyes.

"Your Excellency, Sister?"

The little boy wore a small 'eboshi hat' on his head, along with a hunting robe, making him look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes and was pretending to be mature.

Why did you wake me up so early?

Since someone has to 'play a role,' they will naturally do their job conscientiously.

Not only does one person play multiple roles, but they also have to prepare a 'persona' and unique abilities for each role.

"Time to get to work, Tai Chang."

?

Why?

"Don't we already have you and Gou Chen?"

The little child floating in the air lay back and was about to roll around in mid-air.

According to the 'plan,' with 'Nobleman' and 'Gouchen,' one a scholar and the other a warrior, it would be enough for them to gain a foothold in this era; then, they would collect souls to restore the strength of their twelve shikigami, so that they could wait for their master's return and turn this world into their paradise.

The simplest way to become stronger in a short time is through the Soul-Soul Fruit;
Besides, someone also needs a lot of 'extras' to portray the world he is preparing to transform.

The original plan was to have Gouchen kill someone and steal their soul.

"Gou Chen is unwilling,"

"Or, could you try to persuade him?"

The 'benefactor's' words left the child, known as 'Tai Chang,' speechless.

"Brother Gou Chen, really. Shouldn't warriors kill people indiscriminately? Why is he so reserved?"

The little child, sitting cross-legged and floating in the air, rested his chin on his small hand; according to their 'persona', Gou Chen, although he was quite powerful in combat, disdained to attack ordinary people.

"If I had known, I should have awakened 'Red Lotus'."

"OK,"

In response to Tai Chang's complaints, the Noble Lady elegantly shrugged.

"I'll awaken 'Red Lotus' now, and then you can make him obey?"

"Well, never mind then."

The child-like 'Tai Chang' coughed dryly while clenching his fist. 'Hong Lian' was the strongest and most arrogant shikigami among them.

It injured its master a thousand years ago; if it is allowed to come out now, they will be the ones who suffer.

"All right,"

Everyone knows each other inside and out.
Without another word, Tai Chang floated away.

"Deep within the kudzu-leaf curtains illuminated by the hazy moonlight, in the abyss of reversed hair where a hundred demons roam, I—"

The child clasped his hands together, and countless black lines spread out from behind him, disappearing into the void in all directions.

"Tai Chang, entwined in a thousand-year dream, weaves your bed of depravity with invisible threads. Come, step into this endless corridor!"

Next second,
An invisible Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit power swept out.

"Alright, now the noble sister can easily harvest 'souls'."

When the Soul-Soul Fruit is developed to a powerful level, a single question can steal a soul and take a life.

But it's clear that someone isn't capable of that level, so they can only resort to 'primitive' methods to steal lifespan and soul.

kill!

"Thank you, Tai Chang."

The lazy 'noble person' is good at planning, but doesn't like to do things himself.

Originally positioned as a henchman, 'Gou Chen' was either arranging fights with people or on his way to arranging fights every day.

Therefore, they had to trouble 'Tai Chang' to take action—to put it bluntly, someone felt that even if it was a clone, it would be too troublesome for them to personally go and kill people, so they directly used their Devil Fruit ability to assist.

"This will cause a lot of people to die."

The woman in black scoffed at the words of the little boy 'Tai Chang' floating in the air.

“I don’t care,”

"Do you care?"

"No,"

The child shrugged.

"The master doesn't care either."

That'll do.

The next second, a sudden change occurred in the brightly lit 'Meguro Ward'!
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.

"Senior, shall we go back?"

"Go back? What would I do there? Those guys back home are all they know how to do is beg for money!"

On a backstreet, three corporate slaves in suits and ties are walking and chatting arm in arm, a 'signature' sight in the Tokyo night.

“I know a newly opened ‘restaurant’.”

The monotonous, stressful, repetitive work at a trading company, the occasional encounter with difficult customers, and the harsh bosses; these corporate slaves also need alcohol and other things to numb themselves, otherwise one day they might jump off the platform.

Youth? Passion? Dreams?
It all seems like things from a past life; what they need now is physical stimulation.

"Ah, where is it?"

While the younger members hesitated to speak, two older members chatted incoherently about their upcoming itinerary.

"Just go to the chome ahead, I'll take you there."

"Only 30,000, and the JK (high school girl) inside is amazing." The middle-aged office worker gave a thumbs up.
it is more than words.

"Thirty thousand?! Senior, my monthly salary is less than three hundred thousand."

The young employee gasped. In island nations, seniority is highly valued: in the past, in schools, lower-grade students had to bow and give way to higher-grade students; the same is true in companies and trading firms, where wages increase with seniority: older employees can afford to spend, but he doesn't have that kind of financial means.

"You're not married, so what's the point of keeping the money if you're not going to spend it?"

"Get married? Even a dog wouldn't get married!"

Pulled along by two older members, the young member had no choice but to comply; however, his hesitant face also showed a hint of eagerness.

Yeah, I'm not married yet, so it's only natural that I spend all my earnings on myself!
Am I finally about to take that first step into adulthood?
It's a little embarrassing to talk about,
Is he still a virgin?

A tall woman walked towards the street ahead.

The other person was wearing a large trench coat, a top hat, and a mask—she had the air of a movie star.

"you,"

As she approached the three people, the woman blocked the road and asked a question.

"am I pretty?"

???

This question surprised all three office workers.
Island nations value subtlety; even red-light districts are disguised as 'restaurants'. Only in private do they reveal their true, wild side.

It's quite rare to see someone stop on the street and ask such an ambiguous question.

"Beautiful, beautiful—"

Under the influence of alcohol, a middle-aged office worker answered with a slurred speech.

As he spoke, he tried to open his eyes wide and take a step forward.

I want to see it more closely.

The woman's face under the hat was indeed very beautiful, but:
It seems a little blurry?
"And now?"

The woman raised her hand and took off her mask.

? !
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

"This...this...this..."

In an instant, the three office workers broke out in a cold sweat, and their drunkenness sobered up considerably.

The corner of the woman's mouth was torn open, and the hideous wound spread backward, all the way to her ear!

Two rows of pale white teeth were visible beneath the wound.

"Is it still beautiful?"

"No, no, no -"

Pfft

As the sharp blade sliced ​​through, the middle-aged office worker who instinctively cried out felt a chill on his cheek.

Snap,

Looking down, he saw his jaw and half of his tongue lying on the ground.

"woo woo woo woo!"

"Murder—"

"Run, senior! Run!!"

The blood splattered on their faces sobered the other two up completely; the young office worker turned and ran, but the other senior colleague was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

? ?
I pulled it.
They realized they couldn't pull the other person up.

The young commune member swung his arm, threw the other person aside, and ran away.

"Wait, help me—ah!"

The screams coming from behind made the young commune members dare not linger and quickened their pace!
Murdered, murdered

No, no!
Isn't this situation of asking others if you're beautiful the same as the 'Slit-Mouthed Woman'?

This is a classic urban legend from the island nation in the last century. It started with a woman who had a failed plastic surgery and acted erratically on the street; after being spread by newspapers, it became a ghost story.

But that was a ghost story from over a decade ago; these things aren't even popular in elementary schools anymore. Why—

whoosh whoosh,

As he ran, the night wind brushed against his face, and the young office worker finally realized what was happening.

"It's a supernatural being!"

Didn't a 'supernatural disaster' just happen in Nakano Ward before?
Call the police!
Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that the 'slit-mouthed woman' was attacking another senior member. The young member slowed down and took out his phone from his pocket.

Before he could make a call, everything went black.

Bang!
It crashed into a 'telephone pole'.

"Giggle giggle..."

Amidst the eerie laughter, the young office worker who had fallen to the ground saw a tall figure.

This is not a metaphor, but a fact.

He didn't just bump into a telephone pole, but rather a tall, thin figure that was 2.6 meters tall.

The figure of a woman
"Yes, it's eight feet."

Before the young office worker could even get up, a huge hand came down and covered his face.

Coldness, helplessness, despair, and all sorts of negative emotions robbed him of his ability to act!
Before darkness engulfed them, the young members heard a series of screams.
And, a jet-black butterfly flew by in front of me.

butterfly
"Is this alright, dear sister?"

"Well, please."

At the top of the building, looking down at all this, two figures saw more and more 'monsters' appear out of thin air and begin to hunt down pedestrians on the street.

In an instant, the brightly lit city transformed into a scene of 'a hundred demons parading at night'!

Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Kirin Form

The most powerful aspect of this fruit is its ability to 'manifest dreams'.

Not only his own dreams, but also other people's dreams; even the Celestial Dragon 'Saint Hiringom' often used them to take things from his companions' dreams.

Moreover, some of the stamina consumed by these 'dream monsters' is provided by the 'dreamers,' making it most suitable for the current situation.

"Next,"

The nobleman waved his hand, and a large number of black butterflies fluttered out.

Nightmare monsters kill people, and these 'Homites' follow behind to collect their souls;
Once the island nation realizes what's happening, it can then be used as a training ground for artificial supernatural beings.

This can be described as killing three birds with one stone.
Win-win.

(End of this chapter)