A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 93 The experiment was successful
"you're awake?"

When Iori Kazuka opened her eyes, what she saw was the shadowless lamp in the laboratory.

"Even with a high-strength sedative, he was only unconscious for half an hour. His physique has surpassed that of an elephant and can be compared to that of a blue whale."

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A familiar voice,
Let Yihua turn her neck.

"How...how did I get tied up?!"

As she instinctively struggled, a buzzing sound filled the room.

"Ah Xing, what are you doing? Ah Xing... wait, what happened to your face?"

Turning her head, Iori Kazuka saw the female doctor in the white coat next to her. She was first angry and then shocked: the other woman's face was wrapped in bandages, covering her left eye.

"You caught me, and you've already forgotten about it so quickly?"

The female doctor, with bandages wrapped around her neck, seemed completely indifferent.

Yi Hua had already struggled a few times, and the all-metal operating table beneath her creaked, as if she could break free if she exerted just a little more effort.

collapse!
boom--

A large screw suddenly flew out.

It struck the ceiling hard, like a bullet!
"Don't struggle, Yihua."

Seeing that even the steel fasteners couldn't restrain Iori Kazuka, Tenma, who was standing next to her, quickly tried to comfort her.

"According to Ah Xing's deduction, you are possessed by a 'monster'."

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"Huh, when?"

Yes, that damned 'liger'!
Iori Kazuka is the head of the yakuza, always appearing defiant and ready to fight, but in reality, she's not unintelligent: otherwise, she wouldn't be a good leader.

"Am I possessed by that guy? No wonder I felt inexplicably irritable before."

As he spoke, Yi Hua licked the two cylindrical objects in front of his mouth.

"It's not just about mindset, look:"

The female doctor, who had injured one eye, pushed the surgical scope next to her over.

The mirror reflected a figure bound to the operating table: it looked humanoid, but its skin was covered with long, brownish-yellow hair with black stripes and spots; most striking was its head, a face that no longer resembled a human, with two long fangs protruding.

That is, what Iori Kazuka just 'licked'.

A standard 'half-demon' appearance.

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"How did I end up like this?"

The female doctor, who had injured one eye, shrugged at Iori Kazuka, who was screaming strangely on the operating table.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer that question."

"Your cells are in a strange state of activity,"

"It can grow thick fur, fangs, and claws in a short period of time."

After speaking, the female doctor thought for a moment.

"Next, I will make my speculations based on 'myths and legends':"

“You killed that monster, so his ‘soul’ attaches itself to you, thus assimilating you into this half-demon form.”

This kind of story and setting is very popular in novels and anime in island nations, in a sense:
"I've become a 'Lion-Tiger Beastman Jinchūriki'?"

Lying on the operating table, Yi Hua was surprised and somewhat incredulous.

"Are you kidding me? Don't put this kind of random setting on me!"

"Face reality, Yihua."

The female doctor rolled her eyes at Pegasus's friend on the operating table with her remaining eye.

"You don't want this power, but countless people all over the world would kill for it—believe me, if you walk out looking like this, you're prepared to spend the rest of your life in a laboratory?"

After all, Iori Kazuka is not the kind of person who is obedient and compliant. No force would allow someone with such an arrogant and domineering personality to be free.

The physical 'half-demon' wanted to make a deal: first, it had to be able to withstand a few armor-piercing rounds.

Even large-caliber pistols might not be able to withstand it.

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I understood these principles instantly.
"You're right, so what do I do now?"

Pegasus, who was standing next to him, thought about the question for a moment.

"Yihua, try it out and see if you can turn off the 'transformation' state."

"How can it be so simple——"

"That's how it is in anime and movies, give it a try."

At Tenma's urging, Iori Kazuka, on the operating table, had no choice but to close her eyes, and then:
As if time were reversed, the brown fur on her body began to shrink and eventually disappeared into her pores; her two long fangs also retracted in a very unscientific way, leaving only slightly sharp canine teeth.

Soon, the 'human-beast' thing reverted to its female form.

"Done?"

It's that simple?
Opening her eyes, Iori Kazuka was surprised to see herself back in human form in the mirror, a surprise she had lost count of how many times.

However, Zoan-type Devil Fruits are that simple: once eaten, one immediately gains three forms: 'humanoid', 'beast', and 'humanoid-beast'. Although it's a bit slow at first, it's still a power to some extent.

"I feel much stronger!"

"I suppose so, considering it was a monster that almost killed us."

After finishing his sentence, Tianma turned to look at the female doctor, A-Xing.

"Control your actions,"

The female doctor stepped forward and untied the metal straps binding Iori's hands, feet, waist, abdomen, and neck.

"I don't want to lose another eye."

"Feel sorry,"

Regarding his accidental injury, Yihua offered only apologies:
"Is there anything I can do?"

"Of course!"

The female doctor didn't know the meaning of politeness.
Give me your flesh and blood, I want to study the secrets of the 'monster'!

"Hehehe, a live sample, just thinking about it makes me so excited I can't sleep!"

Thinking of this, the female doctor, A-Xing, blushed with excitement, which made Tenma Nozomi and Iori Ichika roll their eyes.

This friend, obsessed with research, is beyond saving.

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.

Meanwhile, Osaka's "Hyakki Yagyō" (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) continues.

Judging from the last outbreak in Tokyo, it lasted all night: this time, with the help of troops from various countries, the situation is much better than last time.

Of course, not everyone is fighting hard, such as the Italians who are huddled together and moving at a snail's pace.

And San Dezi, who is occupying a warehouse and conducting experiments.

"Report,"

A sergeant in a black combat uniform jogged over to report the situation.

"The 'monsters' in the surrounding three blocks have been cleared out."

"it is good,"

The leading officer had a cold, hard expression.
Sandezi was a powerful nation, but it was always "defeated" and had to pay reparations. Its current status in the world is mostly due to its past "glory," which is something no one can accept.
Children talk about good and evil; adults discuss interests.

The thought of "what if we had won back then" has repeatedly surfaced in the minds of the San Dezi people.

What's even more hilarious is that, thanks to the various inhuman actions of a certain Middle Eastern tyrant, even the reputation of former Sanders has improved considerably.

can only say,
There is a reason why a certain race has been 'wandering for a thousand years'.

Even setting aside history, who wouldn't want to rise to prominence in this era?

"Grimm's Fairy Tales are a national treasure. If we can seize this opportunity, we might just be able to achieve greatness again!"

As he muttered to himself with his head down, the Commander-in-Chief turned his head:

"Let's begin, Doctor."

In the center of the warehouse, a middle-aged man, also dressed in black combat uniform but whose gait revealed him to be a clerk, stepped forward.

Wearing white gloves, he carefully took out the yellowed manuscripts one by one from a titanium alloy case with a cushioned lining.

Grimm's Fairy Tales manuscript,

And a finger bone:
Jacob's index finger bone was unearthed from the Matthew Church cemetery!
"Opening ceremony, environmental measurement."

The commander-in-chief's voice came through the headset, as he had retreated to the warehouse entrance.

"Wind speed is stable, humidity increased by 3%, and no known chemical or radioactive hazards were detected."

Another team member stared at the screen of the handheld multispectral detector and reported.

The other busy members had already set up an altar in the warehouse: strictly in the style and scale of the legend of San Dezi; and around the altar were a large number of sensor probes set up by the other members, forming a ring array to monitor sound, light, magnetic and infrared signals.

It can be said to be both mysterious and scientific.

There were no incantations, no fanatical rituals.

Dr. San Dezi, based on the results of discussions among the experts of the 'Supernatural Department,' used a laser pointer to illuminate the manuscript in a specific sequence; at the same time, another team member operated a sound wave device to emit specific low-frequency vibrations—this was an attempt to simulate the 'activation' of the manuscript once written by the Brothers Grimm.

However, such an experiment is nothing like the blind men and the elephant, where they don't even know if they touched the 'elephant' at all.

It was a completely aimless attempt!
Without someone's power,
No matter what they do, it's all in vain.

"Next,"

The manuscript and finger bones remain unchanged.
The commander-in-chief's expression remained unchanged, and he coldly issued the order.

Immediately, other clerks opened the alloy box and took out various items: cups, crowns, and longswords.
Sandezi is also considered a country with a 'long history'. In the Middle Ages, it was once called the 'Holy Roman Empire': although everyone knows that it was neither holy nor had Rome.

"Commander, the island nation has once again requested permission to go and support Italy."

The messenger jogged over to report to the commander-in-chief.

"Try to buy time."

".yes,"

Since the superiors had said so, the communications officer had no choice but to bite the bullet and argue with the island nation.

This was pure torture for the supposedly serious San Dezi people.

As I said before, there's no such person.

They could experiment for a hundred years, ten thousand years, or even until humanity goes extinct and nothing would change.

However, someone is already preparing to make a move—

Buzzing

"There is a situation!"

A low-frequency humming sound began to emanate from the air, and the sensor indicator lights flashed wildly.

"Abnormal readings! Strong electromagnetic pulse! Location: Center of the altar!" The report was still professional, but the pace of the excited words had quickened.

Everyone in the warehouse simultaneously raised their weapons and assumed a fighting stance: the tactical flashlights in their hands illuminated the center of the 'altar' in a blazing white light. Unlike Da Mao, who was drunk and intoxicated, San Dezi was rigid in his character. No matter what the enemy was, he would first launch a gun attack.

However, what floated up from the altar and trembled continuously was not an enemy, but a sword!

"Number 0002, the divine sword 'Grammer'."

The clerk next to him immediately read out the artifact number, excavation location, and other data of the sword.

Also known as 'Balmunk,' it was planted in a tree by the god Odin as a trial bestowed upon the hero Sigmund.

Sigmund was Odin's illegitimate son. Tragically, he fell in love with his sister, and was forced by Odin's wife to comply with ethical constraints. Odin was then forced to descend to Earth to "cleanse the family," shattering Grammer with Gungnir and killing his illegitimate son.

Later, Siegmund's son, Siegfried, collected the fragments of the divine sword and forged them into a new divine sword, 'Balmund'.

—That is, this rusty, unremarkable two-handed sword.

Isn't this a coincidence?
Someone gently hooked the hook from a distance.
Splash,

With violent tremors,
Countless cracks were visible on this longsword!
Then the cracks spread everywhere, like a snake shedding its skin, and under the watchful eyes of all the Sandezi people, it transformed into a ferocious longsword.

then:

brush----

Tear

The longsword shot into the sky, pierced the roof of the warehouse, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

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"My holy sword!!!"

Even the usually serious and rigid San Dezi, the chief commander, couldn't help but cry out in despair: If the experiment fails, it's only to be expected.

It actually succeeded: the long sword shot through the air, a truly dramatic turn of events.

"Chase,"

"Catch it back!"

The others rushed out of the warehouse and looked up.

However, it was pitch black. Where could they chase after it?

(End of this chapter)