Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Ibuki, who was venting her frustration on the air, suddenly looked alertly into the darkness.

"Hehehehe~"

A cold, mocking laugh echoed in the darkness as a woman's figure emerged from it.

The world is naturally upside down, as if it were always like this.

"How ugly! Your current posture is like that of an insect crawling on the ground. Why is that? The son of the world-renowned Ibukiyama Daimyojin, Shuten-dōji?"

His first words were like a poisoned spear, sharp and piercing, stabbing viciously into Ibuki's body.

Perhaps not satisfied, the other party snapped their fingers, and countless water mirrors surrounded Ibuki, allowing Ibuki to clearly see her current state.

The bones, transformed into serpentine forms, moved across her body as if snakes were crawling beneath her skin, tearing through flesh and shattering bones.

Blood dripped onto the ground, and the continuous shattering of her bones prevented her from even standing up. She could only lie there, letting the Amazuki search for her familiar body within her.

But no matter how hard she searched, the Yamata no Orochi, which was clearly inside her, did not react and did not undergo the planned fusion.

"Shut up!"

Unable to face his current state, he commanded the Kusanagi Cloud within his body to sever everything around him, including the woman in the darkness.

"So this is the Kusanagi of the Sky? Not bad, not bad, it is indeed as sharp as the rumors say."

The woman, cut in two, showed no emotion. The cuts on her body were very smooth, and her internal organs, cut in two, were clearly visible and still functioning normally.

"What are you? Die!"

Several sharp blades flashed, cleanly and decisively slicing the figure into countless pieces of minced meat.

Even so, not a single drop of blood was spilled, and the brain, internal organs, and blood vessels were clearly visible in the cross-section, functioning normally.

"No, no, no, it's completely useless! It has absolutely no effect!"

The woman, cut into countless pieces, scattered in the air, still smiling. A fragment of her eye floated to Ibuki's face and blinked.

"What the hell are you?"

This bizarre scene finally stopped Ibuki from acting rashly. Instead, she swallowed Ama no Kusanagi with her own flesh and blood, quietly searching for any possible weaknesses.

Perhaps she had laughed enough, or perhaps Ibuki's actions no longer provided any amusement, the woman finally stopped smiling.

"Don't get so worked up. Come to think of it, we do have a certain connection. This trip is just to return the last piece you were missing."

Human body fragments were flying through the air, yet their movements seemed perfectly synchronized, making the scene utterly absurd.

"Do you know what you're missing? You only see the Yamata no Orochi as a separate part, but you haven't considered..."

By then, that chaotic, rebellious energy had already dissipated.

Her jaw opened and closed, and the woman exhaled a jet-black wind that swirled around Ibuki's body and flowed into her seven orifices.

The Yamata no Orochi, which had been dormant within her for a long time, finally stirred, as if awakened by this mad energy, filling her internal organs and limbs.

The Ama no Kusanagi also calmed down and finally began to melt into the body.

"This is the chaotic and mad energy that Susanoo exhaled that day, the goddess named 'Tenni Mei,' and with this mad energy, you were able to truly transform into the body of the God of Calamity."

"Why ..."

There are so many questions I want to ask. How did she know all this, including about me? With this arrogance, is she the so-called "Heavenly Defiance"? And why would she specifically help me?

But there was no need to voice these questions, because Ibuki had already seen the other person reassemble their body and lose interest in staying there.

"Well, why? Just think of me as someone who, like you, wants to get rid of something, son of the Great God of Ibukiyama. Is your end death, or a fate worse than death?"

The woman, who felt she had already foreseen the ending, pierced through the darkness and disappeared into the rift.

"Ah, is that so?"

He got up from the ground, the power of the God of Calamity coursing through his body, madness assaulting his reason, and Ibuki actually laughed.

"Besides death or a fate worse than death, there might be a third outcome: ascending to heaven and being unwilling to die. Who knows?"

No, perhaps what I truly hoped for from the bottom of my heart was the third ending?

"Ahhhh——!"

The characters on screen fall into a pit full of syringes and let out a piercing scream.

After a brief moment of surprise, Kajō Ruri quickly accepted this thing called a movie.

However, the various grotesque tortures that are painful to look at, such as the classic leg sawing and the craniocervical separation headgear, can only be described as ordinary.

After all, this kind of thing happens in hell every day, and this level of detail is just commonplace.

Who knows, you might have to work overtime while eating, and the soul that comes along might just get run over by a car.

Jingu's gaze, which was always observing the other person, was also caught by Kajou Ruri, who turned her head to look at Jingu.

"What's wrong? Are you concerned about my feelings?"

"Well, a little bit."

Just like an ordinary person who has a forensic doctor friend, they would be curious about how the other person would react to seeing these things.

"Well, no problem. It would be too difficult to satisfy hellish tastes in this regard, but this story is quite interesting."

Gejing Liuli continued to look at the screen, seemingly very interested in the story.

"Moreover, this story also gave me new inspiration."

“Hell used to be just pure torture. Even if I get inspiration from amusement parks today, it only adds a bit of fun, but lacks a key element of punishment.”

While taking notes in her notebook, Gejing Liuli indeed gained some inspiration from a movie.

The world is like hell. Pure, endless torment can be frightening at first, but over time, people will become numb and there will be no way out or change.

More importantly, what pain is more painful than the pain of losing oneself?

Making a choice amidst pain will only lead to a painful ending. It's best to weigh their precious possessions against the scales and make a final decision.

“Oh hehehe~”

"Do all Yama's smiles look this evil?"

Jingu made a sarcastic remark, but received an affirmative nod from Kajō Ruri.

"Shingu, do you know how Enma was born?"

Chapter 246 Understanding Heart and Bone

It was just a casual remark, but Ge Jing Liuli nodded very seriously and then brought up an interesting topic.

How was Enma born? If she was born naturally, does it feel like she was ordained?

If it's about racial reproduction, wouldn't that just mean family monopoly? It's really not suitable for a place like Hell.

Moreover, what does all this have to do with a sinister smile?

In the movie, the dying Jigsaw killer is still urging his assistant to follow the rules and give those who have completed the test the chance to live they deserve.

A smile crept onto Ge Jing Liuli's lips, just like when they first met, revealing deep malice.

“All Yama are basically evil people, truly heinous and utterly wicked.”

The rulers of hell, the demons responsible for judgment and management, are all condemned as heinous villains.

"Shouldn't they be just, honest, and upright people? That's what fits the roles of Yama and the presiding judge, right?"

Just as a judge would naturally choose someone with a clean background and credibility in all aspects, rather than a criminal or a notorious villain.

"If you are a good person, you can't deal with the evil people who deserve to go to hell. Kindness and integrity are not suitable for being Yama. Only evil people can understand evil people."

"Are you implying that you're neither fair nor honest? Then can you give me preferential treatment?"

Jingu remembered hearing from Tengu Shugen that Hell was extremely rigid and strict, with an absolutely impartial style.

"Justice and evil are not mutually exclusive, are they?"

Ge Jing Liuli laughed. Although she admitted that she was indeed a bad person, it did not affect her self-discipline, integrity and honesty.

"Moreover, I am talking about things of the past. All Yama are reincarnations of the most heinous villains."

"I remember, a long, long time ago, I think I was a female bandit. I ate my own brother because I was hungry, and then I robbed people on the road, chopping them up into minced meat to make dumplings to fill my stomach. In the end, I also met a miserable end."

She spoke terrifying words without batting an eye; the story might have been made up, but it could also be true.

“I have personally experienced all kinds of tortures in hell, whether it is being pierced through the heart and body by sharp blades, being poured with molten iron, or being thrown into an iron ladle and repeatedly crushed into mincemeat. I have experienced all of these.”

"Does that mean that as long as you endure all the punishments of hell, you can become Yama?"

Ge Jing Liuli shook her head; it was impossible no matter how she thought about it.

"No, these are just the consequences I have to endure. You get what you deserve for what you do, and it has nothing to do with becoming Yama."

Once you've done evil or committed a crime, no reason is of any use.

Famine, the brother's actions were voluntary, and the lack of any other means are all meaningless. Evil people should be aware of their own evil nature.

"Becoming Yama is an extra step. After you have experienced all your punishments, if you have such thoughts, you can apply to Hell to become Yama. This service is free and requires no conditions."

Hell is certainly not so kind, and becoming Yama is not so simple.

That's the real one.

"The torment and suffering began... I wonder if Lord Shrine Master has ever noticed those small Jizo statues erected by the roadside in the mountains?"

Of course, the shrine knew that there were often simple Jizo statues along the roads in Yingzhou, usually statues of gods to pray for the safety of children and to ensure a smooth journey.

"These are the trials to becoming Yama. They don't sound painful. Hell will attach you to a Jizo statue by the roadside and turn you into a real stone statue."

"Experiencing wind and sun, rain and frost, feeling all the cold and heat, being trampled on, watching everything on the roadside, whether happy or cruel, just like that, living in silence and loneliness for who knows how many years."

What can you actually see on the roadside?

You can see couples holding hands, and children playing around, but sometimes you can also see samurai testing their swords on passing civilians, and children who have accidentally fallen and broken their heads slowly dying in the fields.

The winds and rains of nature, the joys and sorrows of human life—I am powerless to act or speak, and can only silently watch all of this.

That feeling of being frozen solid all over is like being poured with molten iron in hell, but you can still scream in pain, struggle, and die quickly to end this time and start over again.

This is even more cruel than hell. Many souls who retain their sanity will choose to try it, but very few can actually persevere.

There are three kinds of hell in the world: the near-border hell and the fundamental hell, which are hells where evil people are actually punished by torture; and the third kind of hell, which is formless and intangible, is called the solitary hell.