Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Having said that, the Great Goddess of the Ōkuninushi prepared to leave. As long as she knew that Ibuki was not suffering in hell, she was already satisfied.

At first, she even considered letting Ibuki be completely free if all else failed.

Allowing her to live was already beyond the expectations of the Great God.

"Don't rush, I still have something to trouble you with."

The shrine maiden pulled her back, preventing her from escaping.

"Ibuki's revival needs your tiny bit of help, and..."

A strange smile appeared on Jingu's face. Just now, he had thought of an even more perfect and interesting idea.

law.

It's just... a little bit evil.

"Hmm? Is there a problem? Did Yamata no Orochi cause some irreversible damage to her?"

"No, no, the influence of the Wild Soul has been separated, so it's not a problem."

Jingu's smile gradually became somewhat out of control, and she even felt a little embarrassed to say it aloud.

"what is that?"

The Great God was somewhat puzzled. Was there some other special problem?

"I have two options. The first is to recreate Ibuki's body. All I need to do is provide Ibuki's body data."

"Hmm? Isn't this a good thing?"

The Great God thought this method was pretty good; wasn't it perfectly fine?

"That's true, but wouldn't this leave a regret between you and Ibuki?"

Just as the Great God was about to say something, the Shrine interrupted him.

"Don't talk to me about cutting ties. I don't believe in that stuff. Running away is just leaving another kind of regret. There's no difference."

The Great God remained silent for a moment, offering no further explanation.

"So, I just came up with another idea that might be able to repair the relationship between you and Ibuki."

The shrine maiden approached the ear of the Ōkuninushi god and whispered the plan to her.

After hearing this, the first reaction of the Great God was that it was too absurd, it was simply outrageous.

Isn't this just the shrine trying to take advantage of itself? He shook his head repeatedly in refusal.

"Don't you want to consider it? I think it's a great idea."

Jingu's solution was actually quite simple: Ibuki felt that she was unnecessary to be born into this world.

That's perfect. Since she's already dead, why not just let her be reborn into this world in a new way?

He sacrificed his body and time, offering himself up so that Ibuki could return to the belly of Ōkuninushi.

This time, both the way of birth and the emotional compensation after birth have been made up for.

It was a happy ending when Ōkuninushi was able to truly reconcile with Ibuki, and Ibuki gained the recognition and expectation she craved.

As for the fact that Jingu is a little tired and has to wait for Ibuki to grow up again, these are not problems at all.

At most, we might have to discuss things separately with Ibuki in the future, but that won't affect anything or cause any problems.

The more Jingu thought about it, the more excited he became. This is great, this is wonderful!

With this new gameplay element added, even the powerful gods who were previously hesitant to attack now seem quite tempting.

This is a way of playing that only she can experience; this is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"No, Shrine, do you have some misunderstanding about the birth of gods?"

The Great God was somewhat helpless. What strange state had the Divine Palace suddenly entered?

"Benzaiten is my child with Amaterasu, but he doesn't need the kind of things you like."

The Munakata Three Goddesses are goddesses that Amaterasu created by chewing up her sword, the Totsuka Blade, and then using her divine power to conceive and spit out. They represent the covenant between the two of them.

Therefore, it's not very plausible that Jingu wanted to use this as a reason to have something happen between them.

"Tsk... What do you mean? Do you think I'm that kind of person? I genuinely hope you two can make up, okay?"

Although there was some regret, the shrine remained unchanged in its mind. Once this was accomplished, the image of the Great God of the Nguyen Kingdom in its heart would undergo a complete transformation.

"Really?"

"real!"

The two looked at each other for a few moments, but in the end, it was the Great God who hesitated.

"Is this really okay? She's always hoped to completely cut ties with me, and now look what's happened..."

Trust me! Just do it!

Chapter 264 Salvage in the Pacific Ocean

"What? Did you manage to salvage it?"

On the vast Pacific Ocean, several ships are searching the sea.

It's not hard to tell which country they belong to from the flags they're hanging.

On the deck, several Westerners were holding coffee and leaning against the railing, watching the soldiers below searching the sea.

"Hey, Nibal, why do you think our mentor specifically arranged for so many of us to come to this boring ocean to salvage a crashed plane?"

Some were idling around, and one of the Aryan men struck up a conversation with his companion.

"It seems to be one of our seniors? He was a student that our professor valued highly. His plane crashed in this area."

"Is this really necessary to make such a fuss? Even the navy's warships were brought over by the instructor. Just how rich is that damn old man?"

The other man shrugged, indicating that he didn't know exactly why he cared so much.

"Thank God, the teacher isn't here right now, otherwise he would have thrown you right off here."

Behind the group, a woman in a white coat and glasses walked over and sneered at them.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's our dear Dana! Do you have any inside information or good news to tell us?"

He pretended to open his arms as if to hug her, but the other person threw several pieces of paper at his face.

"Do you even need to ask me about this kind of information? If you had properly studied the materials your teacher gave you, you wouldn't be sitting here drinking coffee in complete confusion."

The woman called Dana crossed her arms and looked at them with disdain.

"That old man's information was too complicated, and in the end, he was just there to salvage a plane."

Muttering to themselves, the group picked up the documents that had fallen to the ground.

"The plane and the people are not important, but that senior from Yingzhou sent a lot of important information to the teacher before the crash."

"It's said that they've obtained a precious sample of a demon..."

"thump!"

Before she could finish speaking, the group of people who had been holding coffee quickly dropped their cups and jumped off the deck without even taking off their clothes.

Hey! Watch out, you might drown!

Dana stood on the deck and shouted down, only to receive a thumbs-up.

"It's okay, I'm a diving champion."

"Nibal! Help me!"

The other one simply sank directly into the water.

A bunch of idiots.

Dana silently cursed the group in her mind before turning around and walking down the stairs.

"Report! The target has been retrieved!"

Slowly lifted from the sea by countless steel cables, the aircraft still bore obvious burn marks on its outer shell, and its fuselage was smashed to pieces when it crashed into the sea.

"It is said that our predecessor encountered a huge thunderstorm during the flight, which is why this accident happened."

"Shh!"

The man nudged his companion with his elbow, and the group now stood ramrod straight, no longer daring to joke around like before.

"You're right, the cause of the accident was indeed a thunderstorm."

Before them stood an elderly man with a weathered face, taller than them, standing upright, showing no signs of age despite his appearance.

Mai.

If it weren't for the white coat he was wearing, he would look more like a middle-aged military officer.

“Professor Friedrich, you are still so energetic.”

Dana bent down slightly, and the others followed suit.

This is the mentor they speak of, the wealthy old man, someone they both respect and fear.

In response to the students' salute, the old man merely nodded indifferently in acknowledgment, and then continued to direct the salvage team to hoist the plane onto the deck.

"Although the cause of the accident was indeed a thunderstorm, satellite records prior to the incident showed that there were not many clouds or moisture in this area."

"However, within those few short minutes, a super-large thunderstorm gathered over the Pacific Ocean, and then dissipated within a few minutes."

Friedrich stood ramrod straight, looking up at the wreckage of the iron bird that was slowly falling in front of him.

"Does the teacher mean that this is what is called demonic power, or rather, the power of the gods?"

Friedrich did not answer, but everyone knew his answer.

After all, this is the kind of research they do, and they absolutely believe that gods exist in the world.

"Heh... a magical society that practices mysticism, a church that controls thought, the Mayan and Inca myths whose origins are nowhere to be found, the closed East..."

Friedrich rattled off a long list of names, all of which were goals he had once pursued, with a touch of wistfulness.

"I never expected that in the end, it would be my former student who brought me unexpected good news from that tiny island nation."