A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 29 The Government's Experiment

University of Tokyo

This school is located in Bunkyo Ward.

It ranks 28th in the world university rankings and is the goal of all elite high school students in the island nation.

In island nation movies and television, there are often elite figures who introduce themselves by saying "graduated from the University of Tokyo"—no other proof is needed; this statement alone embodies the elite among the elite.

"Good morning, Suzuki-kun."

"Good morning, Muto-kun."

As the sun rises, these future 'island elites' begin to appear on campus, chatting as they walk.

"It's a real shame that the third and fourth research centers have closed; I was hoping to borrow their laboratories."

"Don't always bury yourself in experiments, pay more attention to current affairs, Muto-kun."

The young man, known as 'Suzuki-kun,' spoke eloquently.

"For example, the head of the Mitsui family announced his retirement, and the CEO of the financial giant Rakuten changed."

"Third-year students like us should start thinking about who we should serve."

“Suzuki-kun is right,”

Another young man named 'Muto' nodded.

These students from the University of Tokyo are truly elites who have emerged from among thousands, but they also face the problem of finding employment after graduation.

However, they have many choices. Large conglomerates and emerging elites all need these 'smart people' to embellish their image—they don't necessarily have to be very capable, but it's enough for people to know that their subordinates are all from the University of Tokyo.

On the other hand, the University of Tokyo couldn't possibly have mediocre talent.

"Yes, several large companies have been making a lot of moves these past few days, so maybe we can seize this opportunity."

The truth behind their so-called "frequent actions" is that those powerful figures have all become mummies.

The internet has no memory.
Under the joint blockade by the island nation and the American government
News about the 'supernatural' disappeared from the internet overnight.

Instead, there were personnel changes in major companies, high-profile appearances by new leaders, and various speeches and proposals by members of parliament, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

To put it bluntly, whether the existence of the supernatural is real or not, it is irrelevant to most people.

These changes in large companies and the proposals put forward by lawmakers are all closely related to ordinary people.

A single order can affect the lives of tens of thousands of people.

These two elites from the University of Tokyo are eager to seize a good position from this 'turmoil'.

"Ok?"

"Two classmates,"

On the road ahead, two men in suits raised their hands, a gesture that was both friendly and brooked no refusal.

"The area ahead is under repair, please detour."

"Yesterday I also—"

"Wait, the school has issued a notice."

Pulling back Muto, who was about to say something, Suzuki took out his phone and swiped the screen.

"Laboratory 6 is temporarily closed, and the reopening time is unknown. Let's take a detour, Muto-kun."

"it is good,"

Now that the university had issued the notice, the two elite students from the University of Tokyo turned and left.

Those who can get into the University of Tokyo must have exceptionally high IQs; as for those with high IQs but low EQs, they do exist, but they are just exceptions.

Most geniuses have high IQ, high EQ, and are even more intelligent than ordinary people: that's what makes it so disheartening.

But in this era about to change, what about the geniuses from the University of Tokyo?
In the end, they are just 'mortals'.

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.

In the sixth laboratory,

Wuwuwu——

Bang!
The whip, swung in a wide arc, slammed heavily onto the Honda truck.
The metal front of the car suddenly caved in deeply, and the driver's side window shattered and flew everywhere.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
As his hands moved at high speed, they became afterimages. In front of the short-haired girl, Yamoto, rings of white shockwaves erupted: these were sonic booms generated by the 'whiplash effect' of his waving arms.

It's not that the girl possesses 'sonic' attack speed.

This is a phenomenon that utilizes the transmission of force to cause a dramatic increase in the amplitude of matter's vibrations:
Those who have practiced can whip a whip so fast that it produces tiny sound speeds, enough to tear someone's skin apart!

The girl's hands were much heavier than the tip of a whip; the sonic booms struck the truck, instantly creating dents the size of washbasins.

In just over ten seconds, the mighty '100-ton king' was blown beyond recognition!
"good very good!"

Looking at all this through the laboratory glass,
Lieutenant General Thomas and several American officers behind him were in high spirits.

America idolizes heroism: action blockbusters like Superman, X-Men, and others are constantly being produced. The desire for supernatural power is ingrained in their bones. How could they not be happy to see a little girl turn a hundred-ton king into scrap metal?
What is the most feared aspect of scientific research?
The 'target' does not exist!

They expended countless efforts and resources, only to find that this path was blocked.

"If our awesome lads had that kind of power, they'd be willing to fight the whole world."

Before he knew it, the lieutenant general had blurted out his innermost thoughts.

The girl named 'Yamoto' in the laboratory is not just someone with incredible strength and terrifying muscle mass.

The next experiment is:
"Miss Yamoto, I am about to shoot your left arm, please be careful."

A member of the 'Violent Gang' raised his pistol and aimed it at the short-haired girl's left arm.

"Ah."

The short-haired girl gave a nonchalant reply.
boom!
A gunshot sounded,
The girl's arm suddenly bent.

"Ms. Yamoto, how are you feeling?"

The members of 'Brutal' asked nervously, he had absolute confidence in his marksmanship: that's why he was nervous.

If you miss, you'll make a huge fool of yourself in front of your boss; but if you hit the mark and hurt the other person, you'll be in deep trouble too—as the only living 'supernatural being' in the hands of the current island nation's government, the girl Yamoto is more precious than any prime minister, or even the emperor.

Slice study?

Only third-rate, idiotic movies would do something like that all the time.

A normal scientist would fight to the death with an idiot who makes such a statement: the value of a living specimen is ten thousand times that of a corpse!

"Very easy,"

The members of 'Brutal' were very accurate with their guns, but the girl Yamoto easily dodged the bullets by simply bending her arm.

That's right, it's about getting away!

As the bullet whistled through the air, the girl's skin sensed the wind pressure first, and then reacted instinctively: her muscles contracted and her bones moved to avoid the bullet's trajectory.

"Aim here and fire continuously."

She pointed to her stomach, and Yamoto had a gut feeling that she could dodge it too.

The person who was 'violent' did not pull the trigger immediately, but turned to look behind the glass next to him.

"Do as she says,"

The command from Director Fujita came through the headset.
boom! boom! boom!
Three shots were fired in quick succession, and the girl's body, which was limp and boneless, suddenly bent into the shape of a 'C'.

"really,"

After dodging the bullets, the short-haired girl seemed to be deep in thought, and the 'knowledge' in her mind became clearer.

"Next, please empty your magazine in one go, and choose any target you like."

The girl continued to verify her feelings.
"Okay, please be careful!"

The members of the "Violent Team," their temples damp with cold sweat, gritted their teeth.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Bullets whistled through the air, striking the girl's hands, feet, waist, abdomen, heart, and forehead with unpredictable abandon—efficient weapons created by humans to kill their own kind.

However, the girl simply swayed left and right, dodging the bullets with increasing ease and nonchalance.

After all, bullets are not very big to begin with, so they only need to move slightly;

Ordinary people can avoid it by sheer luck.

Of course, the short-haired girl Yamoto didn't rely on luck, but on supernatural powers.

"Our strength is called 'paper drawing'."

slap slap slap,

The laboratory door opened, and an elderly American man with white hair, dressed in a naval uniform, was the first to enter.

“That’s wonderful, Ms. Yamoto.”

"You're the 'super girl' of this era! Interested in immigrating to America?"

"Lieutenant General Thomas,"

Behind the white-haired old navy man, Director Fujita spoke helplessly.

"Please don't poach talent so casually: that's not how allies should behave."

"No,"

The girl refused earnestly.
"I want to live with Asari."

Thanks to the island nation's shared intelligence, Lieutenant General Thomas knew that this girl was no pushover: killing felt completely foreign to her. The only person she cared about was her classmate named 'Horie Asari'.

"Then they should come to our country even more. As we all know, our country supports LGBT rights."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Director Fujita coughed, clenching his fist, and looked up at the ceiling.

That's America for you—they want to possess everything good.

If the island nation hadn't adopted a do-or-die stance, it wouldn't have been about persuading people to immigrate; it would have been about kidnapping them outright.

"Ms. Yamoto, thank you for your cooperation."

"Next is free time."

The experiment was almost over, and the girl named Yamoto was very cooperative, with the following request:
"Let's go shopping with Asari."

"Can,"

The director made a gesture, and Miya Kana walked over.

"Please follow me, Ms. Yamoto."

"Oh, God!"

"It has nothing to do with God; it's a supernatural entity from our island nation."

When Director Fujita and Lieutenant General Thomas arrived at another laboratory, they heard arguing as soon as they opened the door.

"I believe that the source of supernatural power is energy: the target cell possesses a kind of universal fuel that surpasses ATP, because its cell membrane and special proteins have a near-perfect energy guiding structure, which is a breakthrough in molecular biology."

"No, no, no, dear Corner,"

Another voice immediately retorted loudly,
"The source of supernatural power is DNA!"

"The target cell's genetic material has the potential to synthesize supramolecular structures that violate Hooke's Law—this is a miracle of genetics!"

in the laboratory,

The two white-haired professors argued endlessly, each sticking to their own version of events.

It was Professor Ōsumi from the island nation, and Professor Victor, who was sent from America;
Both are top scientists in biology and Nobel laureates in medicine.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!"

Lieutenant General Thomas clapped his hands and spoke in a manner befitting a 'master'.

"I don't understand molecular biology, nor do I know the details of genetic information. I only have one question:"

The lieutenant general looked around. It was a laboratory filled with high-tech equipment, much of which had been urgently airlifted from other countries. Apart from its size, it was in no way inferior to the Cold Spring Laboratory in America.

The matter concerned 'supernatural power,' and the knowledgeable elites in America also showed great enthusiasm.

"Is it possible to replicate this power?"

In response to the lieutenant general's question,
In the laboratory, the scientists, led by the two senior professors, all stopped what they were doing.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but—"

Professor Ōsumi was interrupted by the lieutenant general with a wave of his hand before he could finish speaking.

"That'll do."