Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 138 The Plague (Revised)

Shugo had already arrived in Tokyo and was completely unaware of the terrible state of his office door.

As night falls, Tokyo shines like a dazzling pearl, its lights illuminating the entire city as bright as day, showcasing its extraordinary grandeur as a city that never sleeps.

The bustling commercial street was teeming with people, a constant cacophony of shouts and calls from vendors. A dazzling array of goods were displayed in shop windows, and the vibrant neon signs illuminated the street, transforming it into a dreamlike, dazzling spectacle.

Surprisingly, despite the devastation caused by a raging fire just a week ago, there is no trace of the disaster now, as if nothing had ever happened.

People bustle about the streets and alleys as usual, enjoying the joy and prosperity that the city brings.

Hiiragi strolled leisurely through the country's most bustling city.

Soon this place will become a living hell.

A street vendor was pushing his cart, calling out to customers, his hands moving non-stop, almost sparking with energy.

The vendor wiped the sweat from his forehead and casually touched the acne scars on his face.

It's normal to break out in pimples in the summer. I'll see a doctor to get rid of them after this busy period.

Otherwise, he might not be able to get married if he's covered in acne scars.

The vendor thought to himself with great confidence.

Suddenly, the vendor felt as if his internal organs were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and waves of pain washed over him.

His face was pale, and he clutched his stomach in excruciating pain with both hands. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, instantly soaking his clothes.

The vendor wondered to himself what he had eaten that day.

Why is my stomach suddenly hurting like this?!

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he still couldn't remember what foods he had eaten that might have caused diarrhea.

The abdominal pain intensified, feeling like a sharp knife churning and scraping inside his body, each contraction nearly causing him to faint.

Inside the vendor's body, his internal organs were slowly corroding. Before long, the vendor could no longer even shout, blood was gushing from his ears, eyes, mouth and nose, and his face was extremely frightening. He immediately collapsed to the ground, causing a series of panicked screams.

When I checked his breathing, he had stopped breathing on the spot.

This is not an isolated case; corpses with sunken bellies and no longer lying on the ground can be seen everywhere on the streets of Tokyo.

The smoke and dust from the fire that day contained biological weapons specially produced by the research institute, with effects equivalent to a deadly plague.

This plague has a very high latency period in its early stages, but when it breaks out later, it can be fatal.

It is less infectious and cannot cause secondary transmission.

However, the fire that blazed across half the sky that day released a great deal of smoke and dust, and most of Tokyo's residents probably inhaled it.

With an indifferent expression, Shugo began to stroll leisurely around Tokyo, absorbing the dissipated life force.

This method of absorption wastes a lot of vitality.

However, there was nothing that could be done about it. Shugo watched the life force dissipate and felt a pang of regret.

The resurrection progress bar begins to slowly increase: 99.1%, 99.3%...99.8%, 100%.

Countless piercing screams shattered the tranquility of Tokyo's night, followed by another person collapsing to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices without warning. This horrific scene unfolded one after another, corpses piling up haphazardly in Tokyo's bustling streets, forming what appeared to be a small hill.

The once bustling and vibrant streets instantly became deathly silent, with only the chilling stench of blood lingering in the air.

Those who witnessed this scene were filled with fear; their eyes were wide and their mouths were agape, yet they could not utter a sound.

"There's a monster!"

Someone shouted those words first, and the crowd erupted into chaos. Everyone was terrified, scattering in all directions like headless flies. Some even bumped into each other and fell to the ground in their panic, but ignoring the pain, they scrambled to their feet and continued running.

In the blink of an eye, the streets of Tokyo were deserted, and every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, fearing that the terrifying monster would break into their homes.

However, on this deathly silent street, one figure stood out remarkably. It was Shuugo, who walked slowly and steadily, his expression calm and his heart unwavering, each step firm and powerful.

Compared to the death-filled environment around him, Shugo's state could only be described as bizarre.

His face was not pale at all; on the contrary, it was even more rosy, like a ripe apple.

The skin is no longer stiff, but full of elasticity, as if it is radiating new vitality.

Even the aura emanating from him had transformed from deathly stillness to vibrant life, growing ever stronger. From afar, Shugo now resembled the king of all demons walking through the city, sending chills down one's spine.

Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Palace in Tokyo tonight, officials and ministers are discussing how to conduct the enthronement ceremony.

In previous years, the enthronement ceremony was held at the Kyoto Imperial Palace and Nijo Castle. Now that the Emperor has moved to the Tokyo Imperial Palace, how should the ceremony be held, and are there any special considerations?

Moreover, the new emperor's health is not very good. He suffered from a chronic illness since childhood and often doesn't even know what he has done.

He was the only son of the former emperor, so he had to be treated with utmost respect.

The ministers argued heatedly, their voices rising and falling. One side argued for a simplified ceremony, deeming it inappropriate to subject the already ailing emperor to such an ordeal. The other side insisted on continuing the traditional enthronement ceremony to show respect for the new emperor.

Minister 1: The ceremony is too simple, too shabby! You're insulting the Emperor, blah blah blah...

Minister 2: What should we do if the complicated ceremonies have damaged the Emperor's health?

A minister who had been arguing incessantly suddenly collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices.

This fall seemed to trigger a domino effect, with ministers and even attendants falling one after another.

The corpses littered the fields even faster than the fall of Tokyo.

Tokyo, where the streets were deserted, fell into a long-lasting peace, and even birds, frogs, and insects ceased their calls.

It was as quiet as a ghost town.

Despite being suppressed by various parties and forced to withdraw from Tokyo and Kyoto, the Fujiwara family retained a considerable number of its own forces.

These vital forces were also driven out of their small lives by Shugo.

Such scenes are not limited to Tokyo; they also occur in Kyoto.

Kyoto was the capital for many years, and many nobles still lived there.

Shugo swiftly and decisively eliminated all the upper echelons, and now, life has officially entered an era where the people are the masters. (Seals applaud)

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.

The coronation ceremony for Xiao Rizi was truly bizarre, even including a wedding ceremony with an ancestor.

The cat doesn't understand. It's just that the hands weren't dry. What kind of problem is that? And it still won't pass the review?