A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 60 A great Confucian scholar will explain the classics to me.
"Monster~~"

"Monster! Aaaaaaah!"

On the outer perimeter of Meguro Ward, ordinary civilians who had fled there shouted and scattered in all directions.

The other scream came from someone who turned around and saw the "mud monster" in the shop window mirror next to them, who had fallen to the ground after witnessing the "mud monster."

"Hey, wait!"

The scream lasted only a few seconds before the 'mud monster', which had fallen to the ground, raised its hand and made a few gestures with its thick fingers.

"What? It was me."

Isn't this just scaring yourself?

The 'mud monster' was stunned as it got up from the ground.

"Wait, how did I turn into a monster?!"

Surprised, the clay figure turned to look at the police officers, its rough features revealing visible tension.

"Police officers, are you going to kill me?"

"No, no, no, calm down, calm down!"

However, the police officers who formed the defensive line were even more nervous than he was.

"Sir, sir, we will not attack you! Please trust us!"

Facts have proven that guns and cannons have no effect on these 'monsters'; at such close range, it's no different from standing bare-handed in front of a tiger. Who wouldn't be afraid?
"My brother isn't a bad person, you mustn't bully him!"

Faced with the little girl blocking the mud monster's path, the police inspector in charge of the area nodded repeatedly.

"Hey, don't worry, absolutely not!"

"However, we have a few questions we'd like to ask this person."

"Mr. Kazuma."

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.

"Commander, new information has arrived from the front!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's command center, an officer excitedly reported:

"The mud monster is named 'Kazuma Sato,' and he has a clear sense of self. He is experiencing memory loss, but he still remembers his sister, Mako Sato."

"Judging from his interactions with his colleagues at the scene, there was no obvious hostility from them!"

As long as communication is possible, things will be much easier for the island nation.

What they fear most are those who disdain to communicate with: such as 'noble people', such as 'Gouchen', such as that white-robed 'boy' in the sky!
Indeed, the island nation's government has discovered the 'Tai Chang' floating in the sky, because it has made no attempt to conceal its presence; it is gesturing wildly with its fingers towards the city below, like a conductor.

With the addition of the 'benefactor' beside him, the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes is becoming increasingly clear.

The island nation's government has attempted to communicate with them, but unfortunately, the drones were shot down by a large number of black butterflies as soon as they got close.

As for the attack?

The monsters in the city below are immune to guns and cannons.

These two are clearly in high positions. To attack them would only be to invite humiliation.

Indeed, this is the case. The "Nobleman" is a shadow mage, and the "Tai Chang" is essentially a dream creation of someone. Ordinary attacks cannot harm them at all. If it weren't for Qiu Yuelu's "weakness," they would be invincible in this technological world.

"Keep the enemy calm!"

“There are other ‘possessions’ that we must rescue!”

Director Fujita immediately gave the order, as the island nation's government was now truly "eager for talent" in the field of supernatural powers: the current battle was proof of that.

Without those supernatural experts, it's questionable how long the ordinary people in the Metropolitan Police Department could hold out.

"Ms. Yamoto, please prioritize saving the 'possessed body'!"

Immediately afterwards, Director Fujita revised the mission schedule.

Yamoto's original mission was to rescue the powerful figures in Meguro Ward first; however, now, the powerful figures have been relegated to a lower priority than these 'possessed entities'.

"Gentlemen, what do you think?"

Miya Kana led her team to the front lines, but that doesn't mean that Director Fujita had no one to discuss things with.

In the Metropolitan Police Department's command center, besides the busy police officers, there were several people, either monks or laypeople, who were clearly not government officials.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is powerless to help in this Avici Hell. I am ashamed, truly ashamed."

The old monk, his face filled with sorrow, sighed and gestured to the priest beside him.

"Perhaps Nakajima Gonji can see some clues."

"Master He Luo devoted himself to Zen practice and is a respected senior practitioner."

The man in the white priest's robes first bowed to the old monk, then changed the subject:
"I do have some guesses about this 'possession object'."

"Please say,"

At the direction of Director Fujita, this 'Nakajima Gon no Ji' began to speak eloquently.

"The creation of dependent objects is nothing more than 'severing, discarding, and separating'."

It's something I can't sever, something I can't bear to part with, something I can't live without.

"The news from the front lines is that they are all instinctively protecting their relatives and loved ones, so their need for survival is easy to understand."

First, unwavering will; second, a fervent determination to fight for it.

These words elicited nods of agreement from everyone.

As more and more 'possessed entities' escaped, various pieces of information began to converge.

These 'beings' almost all suffered from memory loss, but without exception, they still clearly remembered the people they were supposed to protect: they were able to fight their way out of Meguro to protect their relatives and loved ones, and their bravery was beyond question.

For example, the kitchen knife is still flying around even though the person is dead;

A true fight to the death, never retreating.

"And the appearance of these 'possessions' also confirms what that 'noble person' said."

Spiritual energy revived!

If it weren't for the revival of spiritual energy, how could these people, after their deaths, possibly remain attached to objects and continue fighting?
"Moreover, the Meguro Ward today, just as Master Hero said, is already the Avici Hell."

With so many people dead and injured, resentment is naturally rampant.

In ancient times, such an event would have been described as "a sudden and bizarre change, almost like a demonic realm".

This makes sense, as it makes it easier for the soul to attach itself to an object.

I see,

The people in the command room had expressions of sudden realization.

"As expected of the chief priest of Yushima Tenmangu Shrine, you are truly learned and knowledgeable, which is admirable." "You flatter me, you flatter me."

The priest waved his hand modestly. He was the chief priest of Yushima Tenmangu Shrine, the shrine's 'second-in-command'.

Yushima Tenmangu Shrine, located in Bunkyo Ward, enshrines Sugawara no Michizane, the "god of learning." As the chief priest of this shrine, he is naturally very knowledgeable: he is even a graduate of the University of Tokyo.

By the way, Yushima Tenmangu Shrine is right next to the University of Tokyo.

Visiting this shrine every year to pray to the gods, write ema (votive plaques), and then enter the University of Tokyo is a fixed routine for countless high school students in Tokyo and even the entire island nation.

Its popularity is second only to Inari, making it one of the most important deities in the island nation. It is believed to be the easiest way for ordinary people to achieve success in their studies, exams, and social classes.

Now, another path has appeared before people.

Although those 'lucky ones' did not want to see this outcome.

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.

"Brother, they say you're dead?"

"I don't want to! My brother said he'd stay with Mako forever! Waaaaah~~~"

On the outer perimeter of the Meguro district, the little girl threw herself into the arms of the 'mud monster' and burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

The tall clay figurine crouched down, awkwardly comforting the little girl.

"My brother is indeed dead, no, but I'm not dead yet either. So what am I now?"

After becoming 'Homitz', they lose most of their memories and can almost be seen as a new 'existence'; only their deepest memories become the driving force behind their actions.

"Anyway, my brother has just changed his form. Mako is still my sister, and I will protect you!"

"Kazuma,"

"You...you're a real man!"

The eyes of the young people nearby were red; after they were out of danger, they understood what had happened.

His good friend is already 'dead,' and this mud monster is the 'hundred ghosts' created by the remaining soul of his friend residing in the mud.

Even in death, his remnant soul still wants to protect his sister. Kazuma, what can I say about you?
"Hey, you guys are exaggerating."

The clay doll didn't seem to have any awareness of being 'resurrected'; it was just an ordinary young man.

"careful!"

"The monster is coming up—"

This was, after all, the 'front line,' and soon someone exclaimed in surprise.

Those monsters are invincible; even the bravest can only temporarily scatter them. This battle is destined to be a protracted war.

"Mr. Kazuma, could you please help me fend off the monster?"

"Ah I?"

The tall, rough clay figure scratched its head.
"I must protect Mako,"

"Please rest assured, we will definitely protect your sister!"

"If the monster is too strong, Mr. Kazuma can abandon us at any time and leave first."

The leading police inspector bowed deeply after speaking.
"please!"

"Then I'll stay too—"

The little girl hid behind the tall clay figurine.

"Where my brother is, I will be."

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Meguro Ward
Not everyone escaped, or had the opportunity to escape.

There was a faint breathing sound coming from beneath the cashier counter of a cake shop.

You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me.
The girl, huddled under the counter, hugged her knees, closed her eyes, and began to hypnotize herself.

Besides burying her head in the sand, what other options did she have? Those monsters were impervious to all attacks, yet they could still attack humans; they were practically invincible. Could a fragile college student like her possibly fight them hand-to-hand?

It's impossible.

Not everyone is gifted.

One could be like a martial arts yakuza like Iori Ichika or a fighter like Tenma Nozomi:

Engage in passionate hand-to-hand combat with monsters, and face life-or-death crises with a smile without flinching.

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle~~
Even with her eyes closed, the series of sensations on her skin still sent shivers down the girl's spine.

These eerie sensations continued to spread upwards, from her calves, thighs, buttocks, waist, abdomen, chest, and back—finally, unable to withstand the pressure, the girl opened her eyes:

What she saw was a mouth full of tentacles, about to swallow her whole from below!
Not looking at it doesn't mean the other party won't attack her!

"Woo."

tentacles wriggling all around

The girl's body went limp, and she couldn't even scream; all she could manage was a soft whimper like a puppy.

"Huh? Someone?"

Fortunately, the sound attracted the attention of the person who was coming straight ahead.

Bang! !

Next second,
A hand pierced straight through the cash register from top to bottom!

tear-

Suddenly, the cash register and the 'monster' under my buttocks were violently torn in two!

"Huh? Ah! Ah!"

The girl looked up and saw a face wrapped in bandages.

Another monster—

"Hey, give me something to eat."

Before the girl could faint, the 'bandaged weirdo' started talking to himself.

"I'm exhausted! Are these things able to respawn infinitely?!"

Hey?
Could it be a person?

(End of this chapter)