"Arrest Nakano Yu! Arrest that demon!"
"You can suppress our voices, you can suppress our bodies, but you cannot suppress our hearts!"
"We want justice! We want justice! We want that demon to be held accountable for this!"
As the sun was setting, in Tokyo's port district, a huge procession of people holding white banners was protesting against the existence of Nakano Yu.
They were all residents of Japan who considered themselves righteous, coming from various parts of Japan near Tokyo.
"Everyone! Hurry! Ahead is the lair of that demon! Everyone, keep pace! Today we will show people like him that we also have human rights! We are also lives!"
At the head of the procession, a greasy bald uncle was holding a megaphone and shouting toward the crowd behind him.
"Yes!!"
At the uncle's call, the group of people raised their hands in response, all united in intent.
Looking at the huge crowd, the uncle's face showed a satisfied smile.
"I didn't expect so many people to come back, almost over ten thousand, right? That idiot really provoked public anger. Looks like I can make a good profit this time."
Rubbing his bald head reflecting the sunset, the uncle thought to himself.
He had originally been an ordinary company worker. Because he had many complaints about the company, he was fired and became unemployed, spending his days full of resentment toward society.
This pushed him to participate in protests, and it was precisely those protests that allowed him to discover a way to make money.
He was resting in a corner when he accidentally overheard the protest organizer on the phone. The content of the call was to demand severance compensation from the government in exchange for disbanding the protest.
After that, he also learned to do the same. Whenever a small disturbance appeared in society, he would gather people for protests to blackmail the government.
However, at first it was fine, but later fewer and fewer people responded to the protests he organized. He had had no work for several months, and now that he had caught a big opportunity, how could he let it go so easily?!
"This time I must take a big cut. How about… three million yen?"
Rubbing his chin, the greasy uncle thought while calculating petty profit as he walked forward with the crowd.
Soon this protest procession arrived at the Nakano family address published by the Police Department.
However, when they arrived, they discovered it was an abandoned port.
Ships were anchored in the port, goods on the ships and in the port existed, but there was no one. As if… everyone had disappeared.
"W-what is going on?"
"Didn't they say that that demon's house was a dilapidated house by the sea? Why did they bring us to the port?!"
"Idiot! Do you even know the way?!"
"The address here says it's correct!"
The protest group quickly became noisy. The greasy uncle leading them heard the commotion and his face lit up.
Let them make noise, the bigger the noise, the more money he would make!
Suddenly, the greasy uncle thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed through the crowd, turned on the megaphone, and shouted:
"Brothers and sisters! The Police Department must be messing with us! That demon has the support of the Police Department! Let's go to the Police Department now and demand an explanation! Whoever wants to go, follow me!"
"Let's go! Let's go demand an explanation!"
"The Police Department is protecting that demon! That demon has connections!"
"Let's go to the Police Department, capture that demon, burn him! And his family! Living with such a person, they can't be good people!"
Under the instigation of the greasy uncle, the emotions of the crowd became even more intense. Some even picked up wooden planks from crates on the ground along the way, waving them in the air as if imagining beating Nakano Yu later.
"Excellent, excellent! So many people, such an angry crowd! All of this is money!"
Looking at the surging crowd, the greasy uncle smiled. If it were one or two people making trouble, he would be afraid, but if a group was making trouble, he wasn't worried at all. After all, the Police Department couldn't kill them all, right?
Not to mention whether higher-ups would allow it, even if they did, they would have to consider the consequences!
Just as the greasy uncle was about to pour more oil on the fire, suddenly a red light appeared behind him.
"Hm?"
Noticing the red light, the uncle turned around in confusion, first thinking someone had set the port on fire. When he looked, he saw a figure in a torn feathered robe emitting blood-red light, hovering in the air not far behind him.
"Only ten thousand? A bit little, but still, not all idiots will gather near Tokyo. The Moon has already risen; I'll make a few more rounds later."
Before the uncle could wonder what that shining outfit was, the words full of dissatisfaction from the young man reached his ears.
Hearing this, the uncle quickly looked and saw a young man sitting in the air, with a rusty iron rod beside him.
"You, you are that demon?!"
Seeing the young man, the uncle immediately recognized Nakano Yu, pointed at him, and called him a demon.
Noticing the uncle, Nakano Yu turned around and smiled widely at him.
"Hey! Everyone look! The demon is here! Hurry! This is a good chance to punish him, you—"
Seeing that Nakano Yu had noticed him, the uncle stared and shouted toward the protest group he had organized.
However, no matter how much he shouted, no one responded. He turned around and saw that the protest group was now trapped inside a huge silver pillar of light.
The people inside were hitting the pillar, opening and closing their mouths, clearly saying something.
"You are the leader who gathered this group of people? Not bad, you gathered ten thousand. Thank you."
Hearing the uncle's words, Nakano Yu immediately understood that this man was the organizer of the protest. He knew it as soon as he heard him, because no member would point at others and constantly say "you," and never we.
"You, you…"
Taking his eyes off the red pillar of light, the uncle finally realized that the young man in front of him was too strange!
However, Nakano Yu did not waste any more words. He raised a strong wind and directly threw the uncle into a soundproof barrier of moonlight.
At that moment, the discarded robe of Izanagi became incredibly huge, and the red light it emitted fell onto the people inside the magic circle. In an instant, skin, flesh, bones, and even bone marrow of those people began to melt.
First skin and eyeballs fused, then fingers, and finally bones turned into fragments and pus.
"Ah!!! My skin!!"
"My arm! My arm and face have melted!"
"No, no!! I don't want two people to merge into one!!"
In an instant, screams echoed inside the magic circle like a living hell.
The uncle who was thrown inside was even more unfortunate. He fell and immediately stuck to two people. At the moment of contact, their flesh and skin fused. The burning pain and agony of torn flesh made him scream in pain.
However, because of Nakano Yu, those screams were completely blocked by moonlight and could not be heard.
After throwing the blade of calamity, Nakano Yu controlled it to fall into the center of the barrier.
Upon contact with the pus formed from skin, blood, and flesh, the blade of calamity suddenly erupted with a powerful earth-yellow glow. Under the influence of that light, the red rust on the surface began to fall off, revealing the black iron handle underneath.
After the rust fell off, the pus began to climb up the blade. It gathered at the top and after twisting turned into dark purple flesh, from which dark green bone blades grew.
"So this is the full form of the blade of calamity? Naginata. It looks quite like the Demon Lord's Mallet. By the way, Yosuzume and the others should already be arriving in Kyoto, right?"
Observing the changes, Nakano Yu raised an eyebrow. He thought it was just a name, but actually an ordinary rod. So this is how it is used.
But only a little over ten thousand people are gathered, still too few. He needs to bring all the protesters from other regions.
While thinking, his figure disappeared and he appeared above Kyoto.
"There are many people; even more than in Tokyo."
Looking down, he saw crowded streets of Kyoto.
He had already ordered Tsuchimikado Arima to evacuate all non-essential people, so he didn't worry about collateral damage.
"Kyoto has about twenty thousand, and other regions also quite a lot. Enough!"
After estimating the number, he raised his hand and sent out a beam of moonlight. In an instant, twenty thousand people disappeared.
At the same time, in Tokyo, inside the barrier, two hundred thousand people felt weightlessness and fell into the pus.
Some fell onto the blade and immediately turned into mummified bodies.
Others fell into the pus and began to melt, merging with it.
In the distance, Tachibana Gen was watching the barrier through binoculars, frowning.
He could see it with the naked eye, but not through binoculars.
Drones were losing signal and falling.
"Chief Tachibana, should we approach?"
"No need. Strengthen the blockade. Do not let anyone near."
Soon, the number of people rose to one hundred and fifty thousand.
"There really are quite a lot of people who dislike me."
Nakano Yu increased the power. Soon, there were no more people inside, only a mass of pus five meters high.
"Boom! Boom!!!"
Dark clouds covered the moon. The barrier disappeared, and the pus spilled across the port.
The stench spread, together with an ominous aura.
Sensing this, Nakano Yu smiled.
The Great God of Calamity — descends!
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