A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 25 The Army Formation Arrives at Night
Minato Ward, Tokyo

Shibaura Wharf, Horizon, a private club.

Minato Ward, a district with numerous foreign embassies and a vibrant international atmosphere, boasts the highest average income in Tokyo—no, in the entire island nation. The iconic Tokyo Tower stands here, representing the pride of the people of Minato Ward.

Just like that classic line from "Tokyo Love Story": We Minato Ward people only date Minato Ward people.

Of course, there is one exception: foreigners.

Or to put it bluntly, white Americans.

Forget about Old Black.

In the relatively secluded Shibaura Wharf area, the lights were on in a private seaside clubhouse.

The building faces the dazzling night view of Tokyo Bay, offering a panoramic view of Tokyo Tower and Rainbow Bridge; behind it, you can see the American warships moored, making it an excellent place to witness the 'island-US alliance'.

Dozens of burly white men in black suits, wearing headsets, and with stern expressions patrolled around the clubhouse.

They are America’s top private security firm, providing security for today’s gathering.

In addition to these security personnel, several drones hovered quietly in the sky, blending into the night and ensuring that no outsider could escape detection.

Hidden cameras throughout the building, military dogs lying quietly in the shadows, and bulges under the suits of numerous security personnel; let alone thieves or assassins, even if attacked by a small army, it could hold out until the Yokosuka Marines arrived.

Under the night,
One after another, black cars quietly drove into the clubhouse, where waiters in white gloves respectfully opened the doors.

Each guest must pass through an inconspicuous but extremely sophisticated security gate, and the security personnel will politely but firmly check the list.

Even though these guests included heads of large conglomerates, members of parliament, and even officials from the Self-Defense Forces and the Metropolitan Police Department, no one complained, because the hosts here were:
"welcome,"

"Please make yourself at home."

At the entrance to the hall, the American Seventh Fleet Commodore shook hands, raised a glass, or greeted people casually.
Even the heads of tycoons wouldn't dare to act arrogantly in front of this brigadier general: to put it bluntly, everyone knows perfectly well who is the ruler and who is the subject.

The hall was extremely luxurious, decorated by famous designers, and made with the finest materials. The world's most renowned wines were displayed on the bar next to it, and a waiter would bring them over with just a gesture. A dozen or so elegant and intellectual senior TV anchors and socialites, known for their poise and sophistication, moved about the hall, smiling and chatting with the guests in several languages.

Everywhere you look, luxury flows; with a twitch of the nose, the desire for money permeates the air; just as the old saying goes:

They exhaust the resources of heaven and earth and all things to satisfy their endless desires for sound and color.

but--

Delicious food? Fine wine? Beautiful women?

No, no, no, these are all minor details!

Those attending the banquet were not really thinking about this:
They were used to the pleasures they had just enjoyed; cultivating relationships with the powerful and influential was what they were supposed to be doing.

In the area with the best view and relatively far from the central dance floor, several larger and more private sofa sets were cleverly arranged.

There sat several elderly men with white hair and a calm demeanor. They didn't talk much and had a peaceful expression. Occasionally, they would exchange a few words with the young men standing beside them, and the people around them would immediately bow their heads and listen attentively, even if they weren't speaking to them.

These are people from established conglomerates, while the new generation of powerful figures have their own circles, gathering together to talk about the 'AI industry,' 'venture capital,' and 'future energy strategies.' In their mouths, tens or hundreds of billions of dollars are as easy and simple as a few dollars.

The most active are parliamentary politicians, who move between different circles, toasting old tycoons and patting new elites on the shoulder;
I skillfully switch between Japanese and accented English, trying my best to prove to everyone that my network of connections is so extensive that I can 'handle' anything.

The so-called arena of power, fame, and fortune is nothing more than this.

"Your Excellency Brigadier General, this is my son."

Leading the reserved young man, they approached the American brigadier general; the middle-aged man, his smile tinged with a hint of ingratiation, raised his hand to introduce his good-for-nothing son.

"We are your staunchest supporters in Congress!"

"Um,"

The American brigadier general nodded with a hint of arrogance at the congressman and his son.

"very good,"

"You just need to follow in our footsteps."

"Yes, yes,"

Under the subtle pull of the middle-aged man,

Even young people who love racing bowed their heads.

Such a fawning attitude caused the elderly tycoons in the corner to frown slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Hmph, without their help, even America wouldn't be able to accomplish anything on this land.

America is indeed the master of the island nation, but the island nation is not one to be easily manipulated. In the 80s, it arrogantly proclaimed "An island nation can say no," and bought the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, and Picasso's paintings.
Although the 'island nation dream' collapsed with the bursting of the financial bubble, it is still a developed country after all.

It has intricate relationships with other countries and wields considerable influence even in America's Capitol Hill.

Today's gathering is to leverage their strength!
Soon, when all the guests had arrived:
Friends, we gather here today for our common good.

Thump,

The brigadier general hosting the banquet had barely begun speaking when he was interrupted by a man in a black suit who leaped into the hall.

?

He frowned,
The brigadier suppressed his murderous intent.

What are these security personnel doing? How dare they cause such a disturbance at his banquet?!

"what?"

"This is."

"My God, his face, and his hands!" The brigadier general's gaze fell on the black-suited man who had fallen into the hall. As his pupils contracted, a chorus of exclamations rang out in the hall.

Beneath the black suit that tumbled into the hall was a 'mummy'! It looked as if it had been repeatedly exposed to the sun, dried out, and dehydrated, leaving only pale skin clinging to the bones—the human body is 70% water, and after losing water, it is truly 'skin and bones'.

? !
tread,

Before the astonished dignitaries could react, an antique-style boot stepped into the hall.

Next came the purple trousers, followed by the vermilion skirt armor, jade pendant, tomaru (body armor), and the gold and bronze demon-face arm guard on the left shoulder. When the light fell on the other person's handsome face and high ponytail, the faces of the many nobles in the hall trembled and twisted.

The fact that this person is dressed as a 'Heian period warlord' makes the answer obvious, barring any possibility that it's 'cosplay'.

"A supernatural existence?!"

"Security guard, security guard—"

"What are those security personnel outside doing?!"

The hall erupted in uproar. Faced with this bizarre 'military general,' whether they were established tycoons, newly powerful figures, or members of parliament, they all stood up and retreated. Only the American officers were able to remain calm.

But there's been no movement outside so far, so there's only one possibility:
Splash, splash, splash
Amidst the clattering of armor, figures poured in from the main hall and side doors, causing everyone in the hall to gasp in shock.

They were soldiers wearing simple 'two-piece armor,' which were similar to bulletproof vests with two pieces of armor in the front and back; they carried three-meter-long spears and were barefoot; behind them was a tattered flag, with only a blurry dragon-shaped family crest visible.

Most importantly, these 'soldiers' are all skeletal in shape, yet they advance step by step, surrounding the entire hall!
???

"Are you the 'warriors' of this era?"

As the nobles trembled with fear, the 'samurai' who entered through the gate raised his golden longsword.

The blade is the spine, the handle is the claws, and there are golden 'eyes' rotating on them.

"This is a battle; take up your weapons—"

Show your martial prowess!

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.

a few minutes ago,

"Ok?"

The security personnel guarding the main gate were taken aback.
Because they saw a 'samurai from an island nation' slowly approaching under the moonlight.

Is this cosplay?

The ACG culture is very developed in island nations.

American security personnel have all had some experience with cosplay and are naturally familiar with the concept of 'cosplay'.

But—coming here to cosplay just doesn't make any sense.

"Please stop, sir."

Two burly white security guards stepped forward and coldly raised their hands.

"This is a private club. If you continue, we have the right to kill you."

However, the handsome samurai, dressed in a crimson tunic, purple hakama, and with flowing long hair, simply walked straight through them.

?

The two security guards stood frozen in place, causing confusion to appear on the faces of their other colleagues.

What are those two doing?!

Thump, thump,

As the 'samurai' walked by, two tall and burly security guards fell to the ground.

Even more bizarrely, the two bodies lying on the ground were already mummies!
Soul deprivation
Big Mom in the One Piece world likes to use 'questioning' to steal other people's souls.

But someone playing the role of a 'samurai' would naturally not have to go through such trouble.

Just wield the knife indifferently.

"enemy!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Stop, or I'll shoot!"

As they shouted this, the security guards drew their pistols: protecting the dignitaries in the building behind them was their duty.

He would gladly shoot any passerby for this, especially since this 'samurai' in front of him didn't look like an ordinary person at all!

Soul endowment
With a gentle swing of his golden longsword 'Mikoto,' two 'soldiers' immediately emerged from the churning ground to the left and right.

"snort,"

The next second, a terrifying aura suddenly spread.

The security guards who drew their pistols couldn't pull the trigger no matter what they did.

If some Devil Fruits are strong in the early stages and others become powerful later on, then the truly powerful fruits are strong at all times: such as the 'Soul-Soul Fruit'!
Kill security guards, plunder souls, create 'Homitz'. As the 'warrior' marches forward under the moonlight, security guards fall one after another, and soldiers rise one after another. Soon, a small 'army' gradually gathers behind him, an army of skeletons made of mud.

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.

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