Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 274 Unknown Information

The afternoon sun streamed through the glass windows of the retro café, casting warm dappled light on the dark brown wooden tabletops.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, mixed with a subtle hint of dessert.

Three men sat around a booth in the corner.

Yang Liu was as burly as a moving wall, and his two-meter height made him appear extremely imposing even when he was sitting.

However, at this moment, his eyes, which could easily be mistaken for "fierce," were unusually calm and deep. He was slowly stirring the juice in front of him, the ice cubes making a crisp sound as they hit the glass.

His movements seemed casual, but his eyes never left the two people opposite him.

Sitting opposite him was Uga Shoji. In stark contrast to Yangliu's "fierceness," the young abbot of Eifukuji Temple had a face that could be described as "bewitching." His features were so delicate that they were almost feminine, yet strangely, they exuded a masculine air of heroism and fortitude.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his usually gentle eyes held a hint of undisguised worry.

Beside him is Teru Yokota, the junior priest of Sumiyoshi Shrine, a recognized powerhouse among the younger generation in Kyushu.

He was wearing a casual jacket, his short hair was neat, and he looked energetic. He was idly poking at the lemon slices in his cup with a straw.

The three people, each with a distinct appearance, were quite conspicuous even sitting in the corner, and customers would occasionally glance at their location.

"Shoji, is your temple short of donations lately?" Yokota Teru broke the silence among the three, his tone teasing. "Looking at your gloomy face, anyone who didn't know better would think Eifuku-ji Temple was going to close down tomorrow."

Uga Shoji, who had been silent since he came in and greeted everyone, tried to force a smile, but it was very difficult for him.

Seeing this, Yang Liu sighed helplessly: "We don't know what happened to you. Tell us, what happened? Otherwise, you wouldn't have both of us specially invited to come to the city."

Yongfu Temple was, after all, a local strongman on Nenggu Island. Even if the temple was destroyed, it still had other businesses that were far more discreet and secure than these small street shops.

Upon hearing this, the helpless smile on Uga Shouji's face vanished instantly, leaving only bitterness.

His lips moved a few times, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

“They…” he began with difficulty, his voice dry and hoarse, “They’re going to target…my father…”

"Your father?" Yokota Teru was taken aback. "Uga Norio-senpai? Isn't he..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Norio Uga, the former abbot of Eifukuji Temple, sacrificed himself twenty years ago in an attempt to stop the second "God-Making Project," and was ultimately consumed by boundless resentment, transforming into a terrifying "demon" at the bottom of Lake Mikazuki.

That was a huge scar and taboo that was known to everyone in the Kyushu transcendent world, and even to all the transcendent forces in Japan.

"Hmm." Yang Liu nodded, signaling Zhao Er to continue.

Uga Shoji took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions. He didn't say much, but quickly took out his phone and turned the screen towards the two of them.

There was only a simple icon on the screen. He tapped it with a slight movement of his finger.

Lines of text came into view. At first, Yang Liu and Yokota Teru's expressions were merely curious.

But as they read on, their expressions became visibly serious and solemn.

Uga Shoji's fingers, gripping the phone tightly, turned white at the knuckles and even trembled slightly.

The message on the phone was concise yet alarming:
"Target locked: The core of the Mikazuki Lake seal—Uga Norio. The third 'God Creation' plan has been changed, and it is proposed to use the soul codenamed 'Demon God' as the core material for the new artificial deity. The execution team has begun preliminary preparations, and the extraction process is expected to start soon."

The message ends without any signature, only a symbol indicating that the message has been encrypted.

"This..." Yokota Teru gasped, his handsome face filled with shock. "I know those lunatics in the government are planning to launch the third god-making project, but they actually dare... dare to make a move on Senior Uga?! That's..."

That was a terrifying existence that had gathered the resentment of tens of thousands of dead souls and nearly destroyed half of Kyushu!
Uga Shouji closed his eyes, and fragments of his father's last memories involuntarily surfaced in his mind—not the kind and gentle monk, but a non-human "demon" twisted by endless resentment, roaring at the bottom of Lake Mikazuki.

That was a pain that would forever remain in his heart, and it was also the reason why he was willing to take on the role of host and shoulder the responsibilities that came with it.

And now, those who created this tragedy are actually using his tormented father as "material" to create the next monster?!

"Bastards!" Uga Shouji slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cup jump. His eyes were bloodshot, and the intense emotions he usually suppressed erupted like a volcano. "How dare they! How dare they!!"

He was aware that the authorities had restarted the deification program, but he never imagined that they would be so ruthless as to target his father, who was already a tragic figure!
"Shoji, calm down." Yang Liu's steady voice was like a tranquilizer, and his large hand gently rested on Uga Shoji's shoulder. "Now is not the time to be angry. This intelligence... do you think it's reliable?"

Uga Shoji, panting heavily, tried to calm himself down: "Although it's anonymous, we've cooperated several times before. The location of those remaining cult forces was given to me by them. And... those people in the government are capable of doing something like this!"

Yang Liu nodded and looked at Yokota Teru: "Yokata, has Sumiyoshi Shrine received any similar rumors?"

Yokota Teru frowned: "Recently, I have indeed noticed some unusual movements in the official forces in Kyushu, but the specific targets have remained unclear. As for Mount Mikazuki, because... because of Lake Mikazuki, it has always been designated a top-level restricted area, making it difficult for ordinary intelligence networks to infiltrate. If this news is true..."

His expression also turned grim: "That would be a huge problem, not just for Shoji, but for the entire Kyushu. Once the thing at the bottom of the lake gets out of control..."

The consequences could be disastrous.

The air seemed to freeze, and the melodious music playing in the café sounded particularly jarring.

After a long while, Uga Shoji raised his head, his once alluring face now showing only a resolute determination.

“Yangliu-kun, Hui-kun,” he looked at his two closest friends, his voice still trembling slightly, but every word was crystal clear, “I’m going to Mikazuki-yama.”

"I must go."

“I can’t let them treat my father like that again.”

"I want to...stop them."

He paused, a deeper pain and struggle flashing in his eyes.

"If I could...I would...personally deliver him from this!"

(End of this chapter)