A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 83 Supernatural Sealed Artifact: D-0001
"Qiuyue, what is your intended major?"

In the president's office at the University of Tokyo, the elderly president asked questions in a soft voice.

Regardless of whether the 'student recommendation' method is reasonable or not, it is very abnormal for the principal to come forward: but who can blame him when he is the hottest 'supernatural newcomer' right now.

While asking Akizuki Ritsu, the old headmaster glanced almost imperceptibly at Inoue Kaori, who was dressed like a well-behaved girl next door.

Rumor has it that this person has a close relationship with the 'Fairy Tale Princess'; let alone a mere school principal, even if the Prime Minister were to come—

We should greet them with a smile and treat them as honored guests.

"medicine,"

Since Kaori dragged him to school, Ritsu Akizuki didn't hold back.

"Medicine is indeed a popular major."

The old principal nodded.
The University of Tokyo has a Nobel Prize winner in medicine, and its medical standards are among the world's best. The reason for this is simply that the old people of this island nation are afraid of dying.

With massive amounts of money poured in, the result is that both the business and political spheres are now dominated by a group of old guys in their eighties and nineties.

This made the young people below extremely angry, but they were helpless.

The island nation's "hatred of the elderly" is not without reason.

"Qiuyue, have you studied related theoretical knowledge before?"

"No,"

Qiu Yuelu answered with confidence and conviction.

"However, I have a lot of practical experience, in the Tokyo Detention Center."

this--

The old principal was speechless for a moment.
He knew exactly what the Tokyo Detention Center was.

The "practical experience" they had was mainly about leading the older prisoners in daily exercise to prevent dementia and increase incarceration costs.

"Yes, having extensive clinical experience is also a significant advantage."

The stern-faced old principal praised,
Regardless, the University of Tokyo is definitely going to accept this person.

Having offended the 'supernatural upstart,' whether I can even survive tonight is a question. Besides, with this Qiuyue student enrolled, if a supernatural disaster were to occur here one day, the countermeasures department's personnel would at least be able to arrive in time.

"To get into the University of Tokyo, you also need to pass a written exam."

The old principal's gaze swept over the slightly nervous Inoue Kaori, and he added:

"It's all basic medical knowledge. As long as you focus on preparing for the exam, it's not difficult."

"no problem."

Qiuyue Lu, on the other hand, was full of confidence.

He also has a bunch of 'professional souls' at his disposal, which he can access and search at any time using the power of the Memory Fruit, making written tests utterly insignificant.

"Brother Law, do you need me to show you around the campus?"

"No, I'll just wander around by myself first."

After leaving the principal's office, Akizuki Ritsu declined Inoue Kaori's offer to be his 'guide,' because he wanted to personally test the effects of 'Haki,' so:
"Look, Tokugawa-kun has been waiting for you for a long time."

In a corner of the office building, a girl with long, straight black hair stood there, wanting to go forward but hesitant.

"Then I'll go first."

Upon seeing Kaori approaching, she immediately smiled with delight.

"How youthful!"

One of the masterminds behind the scenes sighed and turned to walk towards the nearby garden.

"Domineering? I misunderstood before."

In Qiu Yuelu's previous understanding, domineering aura was the "qi" circulating in the body in martial arts internal energy cultivation.

But it was from that 'Heisei Sword Saint' that he finally understood the essence of Haki, or rather, the essence of 'Armament Haki'.

"A powerful body generates enough 'qi', and then, guided by momentum, killing intent, and fighting spirit, it is condensed into a 'physical entity,' truly interfering with matter."

As he spoke, Qiu Yuelu stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers into the shape of a halberd.

With a gentle swipe,
Leaves were falling from the low ornamental trees nearby.

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

This is not the power of a Devil Fruit, but rather the 'Haki' power unique to living beings.

It seems simple, yet it can resist Devil Fruit powers; it allows people to split mountains and seas, becoming top-tier powerhouses.

If Devil Fruits are the manifestation of the desires of all beings, then Haki is the embodiment of an individual's spirit: unaffected by external things and incomparably domineering!
"Indeed very strong,"

Moreover, being domineering has another advantage.
The stronger the domineering aura, the more confident one becomes—which in turn fuels an even stronger domineering aura!
Of course, once defeated, if one loses their composure, their strength will plummet; for example, Crocodile had his arm severed by Whitebeard, and Moria had his crew wiped out by Kaido.

"Unwavering perseverance is the path to dominance."

and,

The domineering aura is indeed very strong.

But that only refers to combat strength.

Can domineering power create things out of thin air? Can it lift islands into the sky? Can it transform into countless forms? Can it grant immortality?
Devil Fruits can do all of these! Don't believe me? Go ask Im, who has ruled the world for eight hundred years.

"Ultimately, it's something to be happy about, over there, hmm?"

Turning his attention to the 'Heisei Sword Saint', Akizuki Ritsu paused, his expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"what is this?"

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Chiyoda Ward,

The Metropolitan Police Department's main store houses a secret underground laboratory.

“Prisoner number 262, come up to the platform.”

"Yes,"

A cold, impersonal broadcast began playing in the room.

The man, who was wearing handcuffs and shackles, covered in electrodes, and had dark skin, stepped forward dejectedly.

Damn it, he only took some things from the mall during the supernatural disaster and was dumped here to undergo all sorts of bizarre experiments: What happened to civilized society? What happened to human rights and freedom?

“Listen carefully to the following audio.”

The command on the radio rang out again, forcing the mixed-race man to perk up.

"Hmm, very good fighting spirit."

A voice rang out, and just by listening to the voice, one could sense that it belonged to a domineering and powerful figure.

"Let me see just how skilled the younger generation has become in swordsmanship over the past thousand years."

Wait, what do you mean by "a thousand years later"?
clang----

Before the prisoner could react, a melodious and clear sound rang out.

? !
In a flash,

The prisoner's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something 'terrifying'!
Immediately afterwards, a series of 'splattering' sounds came from his body: tearing wounds appeared out of thin air on his flesh, causing him to scream and struggle unconsciously.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

In just a few brief seconds, the man who was 'completely unharmed' was now a bloody mess, as if he had rolled around in an ancient battlefield.

Pat-pat,

In the end, it scattered into countless pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, as if it had been torn apart by a thousand knives.

"It's already confirmed,"

Outside the lab, researchers, wearing fully enclosed headphones, communicate using tablets.

"The problem lies in the 'sound' of Lord 'Gou Chen' flicking his longsword at three minutes and fifty-six seconds." Soon, this information was presented to Director Fujita.

"Sound attack?"

"Yes, Director."

The head of the underground laboratory, and the director of the 'Phenomenon Analysis and Basic Research Course,' reports to the director who oversees all supernatural events in the island nation.

"After losing contact with the members of the 'Intelligence Gathering Section' who were monitoring the Machii residence, we immediately dispatched relevant personnel."

Then what the fully armed personnel who arrived at the scene saw was:

"A chopped-up corpse."

The locations where these surveillance personnel are stationed already have a large number of surveillance devices.

They naturally knew that they were attacked and killed 'out of nowhere,' and the truth behind the attack was:
"sound,"

The person in charge continued speaking indifferently.
"At the cost of six D-level personnel, we have identified the true source of the attack."

At three minutes and fifty-six seconds into the video, the 'Gou Chen' flicked his golden longsword, producing a crisp sound.

Any living being that hears this sound will immediately suffer a thousand cuts!
"What kind of attack is this?"

Some kind of curse?

Director Fujita frowned.

That shouldn't be the case. Lord Gou Chen's style of doing things doesn't seem like that of someone who would use such methods.

"Director, Mr. Machii has woken up."

?

"I'll be right there—"

"No, let my men come instead."

The head of the 'Phenomenon Analysis and Basic Research Division' raised his hand, stopping Director Fujita's actions.

"Mr. Machii may also be carrying an unknown 'curse,' which could erupt during the conversation."

When Director Fujita dies, the island nation will immediately fall into chaos: how many powerful figures are willing to take the blame for this supernatural disaster?
"it is good,"

Director Fujita did not insist.

Each profession has its own expertise; let these researchers handle that.

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"Will hearing the sound of a blade snapping mean you'll be subjected to the punishment of 'being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces'?"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's medical room, filled with high-tech instruments and experts from all walks of life, Machii Isao, who had just regained consciousness and was covered in bandages, had a slight twitch in his eyes upon hearing the news.

"Okay, play that sound for me."

? !
"Mr. Machii, your health..."

"Can't die."

Seeing the man wrapped up like a dumpling on the hospital bed give this answer,

The head of the Metropolitan Police Department's First Division, who was in charge of 'Image Analysis and Basic Research', nodded.

"Seal off this ward, everyone on high alert! And then—"

"Please be careful, Mr. Machii."

clang----

"Just as I thought,"

Seeing the familiar black and red earth before him, littered with the corpses of samurai and their weapons, Machii Isao's suspicions were confirmed.

"Upon hearing the sound of Lord Gou Chen flicking his sword, one will be sent to this 'Sword Tomb'."

Therefore, it seems that Lord Gouchen did not leave behind any 'curse';
The Metropolitan Police Department brought this upon itself.

"Roar~~"

Splash,

Just like last time,
The corpses of samurai began to rise from the battlefield.

"What a pity."

Machii Isao sighed.
These swordsmen are still here, but Lord Gou Chen has disappeared without a trace.

"That's fine,"

With a flick of the foot,
A long sword flew into his palm.

In the real world, a body that has just been rescued is still unable to move; but in this 'Sword Tomb', Machii Isao can move freely.

Although a gruesome wound still ran from his forehead to his abdomen.

"I'll fight you all again."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Director."

Back in the director's office, the head of the first section calmly gave a report.

"Any creature that hears Lord Gouchen flicking his sword will be forcibly transferred to a world called 'Sword Tomb'."

"There, you will be besieged by 367 'swordsmen'."

"Kill these swordsmen, and you can leave that world."

This answer came from 'Machii Isao'.

"Three hundred and sixty-seven swordsmen?"

Director Fujita was taken aback. Didn't that mean:

“Mr. Machii, he—”

"Yes, Mr. Machii has already entered the realm of the supernatural."

However, the truth is that Machii Isao was a supernatural being before he stepped into the 'Sword Tomb'.

Otherwise, they would have been hacked to death long ago.

"Mr. Machii believes that this 'sound' can be kept as a place for swordsmen to hone their sword skills."

What? What if I get hacked to death inside?
Needless to say, we'll have to attend the banquet.

"That does fit the style of that 'Sword Saint' quite well."

Director Fujita was both amused and exasperated by Machii Isao's suggestion.

What was a perilous place of deadly danger was, in his eyes, a place to hone his sword skills; no wonder he was able to escape with his life from 'Gou Chen'.

“Archive this audio file,”

"As a 'sealed relic' of our Metropolitan Police Department!"

Unless someone genuinely wants to challenge themselves, the Metropolitan Police Department certainly wouldn't let anyone hear this voice easily.

Conversely, if sound is used as a 'weapon,' could it be used to directly pull enemies into the 'Sword Tomb' and kill them?
Worth a try!

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"Oh dear, it's all my fault."

On the campus of the University of Tokyo, someone patted their forehead.

"I didn't expect this kind of oversight, but—"

Since the Metropolitan Police Department wants to use that 'illusion,' let them have it.

In any case, whether he dies inside or becomes a stronger warrior, it's a true win-win situation for Akizuki Ritsu: meaning he wins twice.

(End of this chapter)