[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky":3,"chapter-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-73":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Sparked the Hundred Demon Night Parade in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326291,4550,"Chapter 73: The Buddha","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-73",73,"\u003Cp>Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, toward Higashiohku’s Tōrin Village direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, get on the vehicles quickly—we’re taking you out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please maintain order, don’t panic—we still have time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military and police are evacuating civilians in large numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the crowd is dense and packed, their movements are unified, heading outward from Higashiohku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One person was an exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Ōmikami Xia Mei, who had just been dropped off by a military vehicle; she immediately ran toward Tōrin Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the scene of everyone fleeing outward, Ōmikami Xia Mei’s unusual action was glaringly obvious—impossible to ignore, drawing stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s that girl doing?” A soldier watching the evacuation turned pale: “Go stop that girl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that woman insane? Why’s she running toward the demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t go there—it’s dangerous! The demon is right over there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some kind-hearted people tried to dissuade Ōmikami Xia Mei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ōmikami Xia Mei acted as if she hadn’t heard; her clear, large eyes gleamed with determination, fixed unblinkingly on the demon’s direction in Higashiohku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, she had seen the devastation of Higashiohku: wounded were constantly being carried out, their injuries horrific—limbs severed, some civilians injured by the demon’s shockwaves, others soldiers who had fought it earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowded, chaotic masses, wailing everywhere, blood flowing—these images burned deep into Ōmikami Xia Mei’s eyes, filling her with trembling fear, yet strengthening her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must stop the demon—if it escapes Higashiohku, her family will be in danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ran onward toward Tōrin Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead lay the combat zone, fully sealed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No civilians remained there—all had been evacuated; only the 12th Brigade had arrived to intercept the demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They changed tactics, avoiding close combat for fear of being affected by the demon’s eerie pressure, instead using long-range strikes and deploying various traps—landmines, remote-detonated explosives, laser devices—all to hinder the demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deafening artillery roared in her ears, relentless, numbing her mind, piercing her ears with ringing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from outside Higashiohku’s perimeter, the earth-shaking cannon fire and flashes of light could be heard and seen—but standing near the combat zone, feeling the war firsthand, was an entirely different experience: the soul shuddered, truly understanding the ferocity of battle, what “artillery fire blotting out sun and moon” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of bullets, flying shells, artillery fire obscuring the sun and moon, plunging the region into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking here, Ōmikami Xia Mei saw the ruined buildings, shattered walls, flames devouring everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her clear, beautiful eyes reflected the scene of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faintly visible, several kilometers away in the sea of fire, a figure walked through the barrage of explosions toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the figure, waves of flame rolled, blood splattered everywhere; tank wreckage, vehicle debris, and corpses lay scattered haphazardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a god of destruction and death, everything he passed through was annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Ōmikami Xia Mei’s evacuation point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl actually went toward the demon—she’s lost her mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably wanted to kill herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are plenty of suicides these days; maybe her family got killed by the demon. Let’s run—we’ve got to go. That demon isn’t the Self-Defense Force; it’s already killed over a hundred people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some in the crowd were whispering, all convinced Ōmikami Xia Mei was going to kill herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: even the military struggled to handle the demon—what could a single girl, unarmed, possibly do? They could only imagine she was walking to her death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look over there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to look, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that monk also going to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another suicide?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bald old monk, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, hands clasped, walked slowly toward the combat zone. Whether it was an illusion or something else, everyone who saw him felt an unreal sensation—he seemed ethereal, detached, calm as still water in this frantic, dangerous place, standing in stark contrast to everyone and everything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, four or five soldiers, wounded and bloody, ran over carrying a stretcher with a soldier whose legs had been blown off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed in agony, a sound that sent chills down spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move aside! Make way! Where’s the medical team?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five soldiers ran past the monk without paying him any mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield and the wounded left no room for them to care whether someone was walking into the combat zone, nor did they hear the monk murmur a Buddhist chant as they passed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amitabha Buddha. The Buddha’s compassion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soft voice echoed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one noticed—not even the soldiers carrying the stretcher—until the wounded man on it suddenly fell silent, as if injected with a sedative or anesthetic: his expression no longer twisted in pain, but grew serene, his breathing even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fallen asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the bleeding from his severed legs stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the soldiers set down the stretcher and medics rushed forward, they finally noticed the change and were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you doing? You didn’t even treat his wounds? Why am I supposed to handle this? Don’t you know I’m swamped with other casualties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medic, seeing the wound had stopped bleeding, exploded in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was pure sabotage—every second wasted here meant less hope for other wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we didn’t do anything,” the soldiers said, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you kidding? If you didn’t treat it, how did the bleeding stop?” The medic roared. How could a wound like that stop bleeding without treatment? He instinctively checked the soldier’s wounds—and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? How is this wound stopped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized: no bandages had been wrapped around the legs—only belts loosely tied, which could never stop bleeding, only slow it. Upon closer inspection, he was shocked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bleeding had halted precisely at the point of vessel rupture—no blood had flowed out—and… and the wound was healing, with extreme cellular regeneration—the torn flesh and bone were growing back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reattached limbs… regenerating?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medic screamed in horror, pupils wide with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A medical miracle?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—this wasn’t a miracle. It was a monumental discovery. A divine act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man had lost both legs—and without reattachment, his limbs were regrowing directly, at a speed that would likely restore them in no time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a cry of shock came from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hand doesn’t hurt anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—my wound doesn’t hurt either… wait, where’s my wound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounded soldiers who had carried the stretcher suddenly realized their pain had vanished, as if numbed—but not by anesthesia. Upon closer look, their wounds were healing themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Let me see!” The medic looked—and was stunned again. Identical miraculous healing: wounds stopping bleeding and regenerating at lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The healing was so fast it seemed to compress a month’s recovery into mere seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier suddenly said: “I think… I remember… when the pain stopped, I passed by someone… he looked like… a monk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Mitsu stared at his phone’s live stream, deep within his dark eyes glowed a profound light, and a scene was reflected before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone could see the scene in Kamikawa Mitsu’s eyes and the scene in the old monk’s eyes, they would realize: the two views were identical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, Higashiohku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old monk walked with unhurried steps, his form ethereal, each step seeming to cover ten thousand, and wherever he passed, wounded soldiers and civilians miraculously regenerated lost limbs, healed wounds, and their anxiety and sorrow all vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware, he had already reached the combat zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>",1248,"2026-06-20T17:56:08.120Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8d73b26063ca0933a244bc183f90ea8ac276f2a8dbef43de555911346d29d441","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-74","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-72",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]