A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 33 Nightmare Outbreak
Nakano Sun Plaza

Located near Nakano Station, this is a large-scale entertainment complex.

It includes hotels, banquet halls, restaurants, and a concert hall that can accommodate 2,000 people. Although it is currently undergoing demolition and reconstruction, the area remains bustling with people and is one of the most vibrant parts of Nakano Ward.

"Asari, the milk tea at this shop is pretty good."

Akemi Matsuo, with her cute little tiger teeth and lively personality like a cat, is pulling Asari Horie along, pointing to a bubble tea shop by the roadside: the bubble tea craze has faded, but many young people still like it.

A few steps behind them, a beautiful police superintendent in a kimono was talking quietly with a short-haired girl.

"Ms. Yamoto, a supernatural entity has appeared in Nakano Ward, and the government would like to request your assistance. What do you think—"

The Metropolitan Police Department officers had already set off, racing against time! But Yamoto was different:
She's not with the Metropolitan Police Department, so she has no obligation to be on duty.

"We need to go shopping with Asahi,"

Furthermore, the girl, Yamoto, also has a cold personality.

In her heart, only her "white moonlight" Asahi is the most important; everything else is irrelevant to her.

"But,"

"What's wrong, Miku-nee?"

Horie Asari, who was in front, noticed what was happening behind her and took the initiative to ask.

"Is such that."

As Miyako Kana recounted the events, Asari, whose hair was tied in a long braid, nodded slightly.

"Yamoto, what do you think?"

"I don't care,"

The short-haired girl answered calmly, but:

"Since Asari wants it, I'll go and take a look."

Unlike the aloof Yamoto, Horie Asari is the class's academic representative and cares a lot about her classmates. It is her concern that melts the ice in Yamoto's heart: even after being attacked by thugs, her first reaction is to cover for Yamoto.

Therefore, the short-haired girl Yamoto knew very well that Asari would definitely not sit idly by in the face of such a situation.

"Be careful, run if you can't win."

Ordinary people do not have the right to refuse the Metropolitan Police Department's request.

In other words, only if Yamoto is a 'supernatural being' can there be room for 'consideration'.

Seeing her close friend turn to leave, Qianli lowered her head gracefully.

"May your military career prosper!"

"come on!"

On the other side, Akemi Matsuo, who looked like a cat, also clenched her fist in encouragement.

"Akemi, I want to fight too."

After Yamoto and Superintendent Mitani left, the gentle Asari suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Asari doesn't seem like the type to fight, does she?"

"and--"

The cat-like Mingmei hesitates to speak,

They are not supernatural beings, just ordinary girls.

What will we use to fight?

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.

"Phew, I'm finally full!"

Putting down his chopsticks, Jiang Kou, whose face was wrapped in bandages, patted his stomach.

"Young man, you..."

The ramen stall owner looked at the five empty bowls, then at the boy in front of him, and finally gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

You're the one with the biggest appetite!

"How about we collaborate with the old man and film a mukbang video?"

"Uncle, you even do live streaming?"

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Jiang Kou didn't notice his increased appetite; instead, he was surprised that the old man making ramen in front of him also knew about things like "mukbang" (eating broadcast).

"Haha, I'm just old, not stupid."

"I also frequently come into contact with things online."

Just as the ramen shop owner had a sudden inspiration and was about to get the 'bandaged guy' in front of him to do a mukbang:
Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo~~!
A police car with its siren blaring sped past, causing both of them to turn their heads to look.

police car?

In a flash,
Jiang Kou seemed to see that bastard, A-Jian, sitting in the police car.

"unlucky!"

He snorted in annoyance, but for some inexplicable reason, Jiang Kou stood up.

"Uncle, your ramen is amazing!"

"How about we film a mukbang together?"

Lifting the curtain, Jiang Kou waved back as he walked towards his motorcycle.

"Definitely next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of motorcycles filled the air, and Jiang Kou drove towards the police cars. He didn't know what he was doing, so he simply didn't think too much about it and treated it as a post-meal digestion.

Let's see what the past has to do with it!
"Mr. Oshima is so lucky,"

In the area the police car was heading towards, a taxi was steadily approaching on the street.

As the driver drove, he chatted with Takumi Oshima in the passenger seat: they were both middle-aged, both working stiffs trying to support their families, so they naturally had a lot in common.

"My wife is virtuous, and my son is an excellent student—compared to them, my brat is simply infuriating!"

"It's too praised, it's too praised."

Wearing a hospital gown, Takumi Oshima waved his hand modestly.
The smile on her face was impossible to hide.

Island people value subtlety: but for Takumi Oshima, with his childhood sweetheart wife and obedient and hardworking son, life is perfect!

How could he not show his joy?

"My son's deviation score is only 71, which is nothing."

In island nations, student performance is assessed not by scores, but by deviation values.

Because exams vary in difficulty, 90 points sounds great, but if a class is full of students who get 100 points, then that student is considered a "poor student." Conversely, even if someone only gets 59 points, if other students don't even get 50, they are still undoubtedly the top student.

Therefore, island nations classify both schools and students based on 'deviation values'.

The average score is 50, and the higher the score, the better.

"Oh, 71?"

The driver smacked his lips.

The deviation value for island nations is expressed as a number between 20 and 80.
The use of the word "talent" here is truly heartbreaking. His good-for-nothing son goes to tutoring classes every day, yet his deviation score is only 54.

Ok?
Just as the two middle-aged men were having a pleasant conversation, a police car was parked ahead of them.

A patrol officer was waving, signaling the driver to pull over. "Sir, please show me your driver's license."

?

"Hello, I'm an employee of Mitsui & Co., why do I need to show my driver's license?"

The taxi driver was completely baffled. As an employee of the taxi company, all his paperwork was handled by the company. He had been driving a taxi for over ten years, and today he had neither sped nor had he been involved in any minor collisions. It was all so inexplicable!

Although puzzled, the driver still handed the driver's license out the window.

"Feel sorry,"

The patrol officer flipped through the driver's license and adjusted his police cap.

"There's a problem with your driver's license."

? ?
"How could that be? You...you must be mistaken."

The driver panicked, and just as he was about to explain, the patrol officer opened the car door.

"It's true! If you don't believe me, come over here, I'll pull up the information on my computer and show you—"

As he spoke, the patrol officer nodded apologetically to Takumi Oshima in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry to take up a few minutes of your time, sir."

"Ah, it's okay."

The other party was, after all, a policeman. As for the middle-aged office worker wearing a hospital gown, Takumi Oshima didn't think much of it.

But as the driver was taken to the police car, the car started and drove away, leaving the driverless taxi behind and the Oshima family looking at each other in bewilderment.

"this?"

"What the hell?"

"Could that driver be a wanted criminal?"

Just as the three 'people' were speculating, a series of police cars drove up from the front and back, sandwiching the taxi in the middle.

It was only at this point that Takumi Oshima belatedly realized that this was a remote road, surrounded by a park and a garbage transfer station.

There were no residents, no vehicles, and not even pedestrians!
this,

Seems to be.
Coming for them?

After realizing what had happened, the middle-aged man immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He didn't know what 'crime' he had committed, but ordinary people have an innate fear of government violence.

"Don't panic,"

Takumi Oshima, his face paling slightly, turned to comfort his 'wife and children'.

"Maybe, maybe there's something wrong with it."

"Yes, darling."

"Dad, you're the one who's most panicked, aren't you?"

His wife's gentle words and his son's helpless words calmed Oshima Takuyu down a little.

Yes, I am the head of the family, how can I act like this?

"Mr. Oshima,"

Just then, a policeman with a megaphone got out of the police car across the street.

"We are investigating a smuggling case. Could you please get out of your car?"

"Ah? Okay—"

So it was a smuggling case.

With a sense of relief, Takumi Oshima pushed open the door and got out of the taxi.

At the same time, Mrs. Oshima and Teru Oshima also opened the rear doors on both sides of the car and got out.

"Attention all units! Attention all units!"

"Target spotted! Target spotted!"

The serious voice of the commander at the rear rang in the earpieces of all the police officers, causing them to tense up and harden their expressions.

Because this seemingly ordinary family of three is a supernatural being!

The bodies of the wife and son have been urgently removed.

So, what is this in front of us?

When I think about this problem,

Even under the sun, the police officers couldn't help but experience leg cramps and arm tremors.

unknown,

That's the most terrifying thing.

"Officers, what should we do next?"

On the contrary, Takumi Oshima, who was the 'target', was considering whether to raise his hand: Why were all these police officers so tense, as if they were about to draw their guns at any moment?
"Please, take a few steps forward."

"Please, your family members, stay where you are."

The lead inspector, barely managing to stay upright, gave the order in a trembling voice; the one who hesitated and raised his hands was not an ordinary person, but a demon.

"Sniper, get ready!"

Just as Oshima Takumi inexplicably took a few steps forward, he suddenly swayed.

A small syringe was suddenly shot into his neck!

These are tranquilizer bullets.

Essentially, it is indeed a syringe with a tail fin:
The moment it hits the target, the spring at the bottom pushes the medicine into the flesh and blood tissue, thereby achieving an anesthetic effect.

"I"

Carotid artery region affected
The drug instantly spread into the brain.

Before Oshima Takumi could react, he collapsed to the ground.

"Target hit!"

"Repeat it, hit target!"

On the roof of the nearby garbage transfer station, a sniper lying prone pressed his earpiece and gave a hurried report; the next second, he was stunned by the change in his scope.

As Takumi Oshima fell, "Mrs. Oshima" Teru Oshima suddenly froze, then seemed to recall some terrible memory, her face contorted and blood began to gush from her chest!

In the blink of an eye, under the watchful eyes of police and snipers: the young woman's long dress was covered in mold, and her bright red blood quickly decomposed.

Maggots crawled out from under the boy's shirt, and his skin began to ulcerate and peel off.

"What have you all done?!"

The empty mouth opened to its limit in a more distorted and terrifying way. 'Mrs. Oshima' suddenly turned her head, and her resentful, dark pupils were reflected in the eyes of the sniper, whose body was cold.

"Hey, let's run!"

The decaying boy, 'Oshima Teru,' turned towards the direction of the police and sighed.

Bang——×2
The next second, both of them exploded.

Darkness, but not shadow; decay, but not humanity: in the dimness, countless bizarre faces and limbs suddenly spread out like an oil geyser—grotesque, ugly, deformed, mutilated, rotting, withered, crawling with maggots, indescribable, unimaginable.
With Takumi Oshima falling into a coma,
The 'dream' ability of the Kirin Fruit has gone berserk!
(End of this chapter)