Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

The cigarette burned out without the man noticing. He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe.

"Let's keep trying for now. We won't be able to achieve our goal without working hard to master the power of the gods."

What they did was like walking barefoot on a mountain of knives; they could not afford the slightest mistake.

Mistakes must be made; every step must be taken with extreme care.

Just as he was about to go back, a soldier jogged over and whispered something in his ear.

"Hmm? America's professor?"

"Really? Then tell me, you must want my help with something to come to me, right?"

Jingu looked at Ogasawara Yoriko, wondering why she had come to see him.

"Does he want to take revenge on Kureha? Or is he seeking liberation or enlightenment?"

Unexpectedly, Ogasawara Yoriko shook her head.

"No, I'm no longer fixated on that kind of thing. There are more important things waiting for me to do now."

Indeed, after only a short time apart, the fierceness in Ogasawara Yoriko's body had diminished considerably, and even her bloodlust had faded.

"However, if I see that girl again, I will definitely go and kill her again, but I have more important things to do right now."

Even forgetful humans don't easily forget certain things.

"So what do you want to do now? Didn't you recently decide to go back to a normal life?"

Ogasawara Yoriko was still wearing her school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, clearly indicating that she had just finished school in the afternoon.

"Yes, I did go back to school for a while recently."

Nodding, Ogasawara Yoriko put down her schoolbag and suddenly knelt down in front of the shrine.

"Lord Jingu, please grant me power!"

Her gaze was fixed intently on the shrine, revealing her determination and will.

"I'll do anything you need me to do. All I need is the power to protect my family. I'm willing to do anything else!"

This body, this power, is the last and most precious value that can be given to Ogasawara Yoriko.

No matter how much you try to disguise yourself as an ordinary person, it's impossible to live the same ordinary and mundane life as before.

Even if it were possible, it would still be a form of selfishness.

He possessed power but didn't use it, didn't try to ease his mother's burden, and instead played the game of pretending to be an ordinary person.

Even if it just puts my mother at ease and keeps her away from that cult, that would be good.

That's why she wanted to find the shrine, because only he could give her the power she needed.

"Interesting. Did something happen that made you think that way?"

Jingu asked a question, and Ogasawara Yoriko then recounted her mother's involvement with the Spear Worship Cult.

Finally, I asked one more question.

"Lord Jingu, I've heard that the so-called Great Ming King who saves the world through nuclear fusion is your incarnation. Don't you have any plans regarding the misappropriation of your title?"

"Ah, I have arranged for someone to handle it, but the person in charge is just too lazy."

Hikaru Kuga, standing behind Jingu, turned her head away in shame. The victim's family had come to her door; was this a problem with the efficiency of her complaint?

"Perfect timing. Since you're involved in this matter, I'll leave it to you."

Just as I was wondering who would be the best person to handle this, Ogasawara Yoriko appeared at the perfect time.

Although her psychological problems may not be cured, she is indeed very efficient at killing people, much more reliable than everyone else in the shrine.

"For specific matters, you can contact this person next to me, Kuga Hikaru, the head of the Kuga family. You can ask her for anything you need in the ordinary world."

"Of course, the power and status you want are not a problem at all."

He pulled Kuga Hikaru in front of him and gave a brief introduction.

"Kill me or arrest me, it's all up to me, I have no demands."

"The ringleader can be killed, the accomplices can be killed, the followers can be killed, and all those involved can be killed as you please. You should like this power, right?"

Chapter 274 Cooperation

A roadside in Tokyo.

The bald man put on a wig and sunglasses and followed the colonel into an inconspicuous coffee shop.

"Mr. Shiba? Your teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."

A tall, white woman approached him. If he remembered correctly, the woman in front of him should be the daughter of a financial tycoon named America.

Cisco Dana was also the one who extended the invitation to him.

There was no one else in the coffee shop; it was probably acquired by the other party and used as a secret meeting place.

He politely shook hands with the other person, still unsure of their purpose in approaching him.

But the financial resources and power the other party revealed in just one phone call far exceeded his expectations.

Following them up to the second floor, they pushed open the door and found that the coffee shop's private rooms had been converted into rooms resembling conference rooms.

Several young people were hunched over a table, writing furiously, with various sheets of white paper covered in formulas and numbers scattered on the table.

"My apologies, my students are like that, they don't quite understand Yingzhou's meaning."

An elderly man with graying temples stood on the other side of the round table, his back straight and his sharp gaze not at all like that of a frail old man.

"Let me introduce myself, Friedrich von Kroger, an ordinary university professor."

Despite this, the other party is definitely not as ordinary as they make it out to be. From their posture and habits, you can tell that they must have extensive military experience.

Moreover, most of them are the kind who have actually experienced war.

“Shiba Heihachi, and Yamauchi Ichiro.”

After introducing themselves, Friedrich woke up his students, and everyone sat down.

"Professor Friedrich, please speak frankly about what you have to say."

The first thing Shiba Heihachi asked after taking his seat was to get straight to the point.

I don't know how they contacted me, but they definitely have ulterior motives. They might even have found out what I'm doing right now.

The old man didn't rush to answer; he silently lit his cigarette.

"Should we get straight to the point? In my memory, you people from Yingzhou should be more reserved. It seems that this country has really changed a lot."

I took a deep breath, and the pungent smell of tobacco filled the room.

"But that's perfect, so I'll get straight to the point: I'm very interested in your current business and would like to collaborate with you."

"What career?"

"Stop playing dumb. Your story might fool those pedantic bureaucrats, but it's practically transparent to us who want to investigate carefully."

A stack of documents was thrown in front of him, clearly recording every detail of Shiba Heihachi's transfer of firearms, including the specific time and location of the gatherings.

Every piece of information was written clearly and accurately.

"In modern society, there are no secrets or privacy."

Friedrich simply smiled, but there was a hint of disdain in that smile.

Whether in terms of economic strength, connections, or control over modern society, the other party is completely superior to him.

If he hadn't been interested in what Shiba Heihachi was doing, he wouldn't have been qualified to sit at the same table with him.

What kind of colonel is he? He's nothing but a servant.

It's just a dog I keep; it's not worth mentioning at all.

Even though he felt humiliated, Shiba Heihachi could only swallow it down at this moment.

"Arms smuggling and cult activities? Would bigwigs in the financial world be interested in such small businesses?"

He was still trying to gloss over the situation, but Friedrich just gave a cold laugh and exhaled a smoke ring.

“I knew you Yingzhou people wouldn’t really be straightforward. You know perfectly well what my purpose is, yet you still try to struggle.”

"Gods and monsters, I have already unveiled the mysterious forces of your Yingzhou. I only chose you because I thought you were a worthy partner."

Another stack of documents was thrown in front of him, but this time, it no longer described Shiba Heihachi's story, but the story of another researcher named Yamada Hiromi.

The data on the insane human research, body modification, and the demonic blood lurking within the Yingzhou people goes deeper than what Shiba Heihachi knew.

"Based on this information, we can roughly analyze that your Yingzhou not only has a complete mysterious heritage, but has also formed a stable ruling position."

"Just like the so-called Emperor system, the divine right and the royal right are combined, and the position is consolidated by mysterious power. Therefore, under the cover of the ruling class, it is very difficult for ordinary people to find out anything no matter how they investigate."

At this point, Friedrich laughed dismissively.

"What a stubbornness to keep these precious knowledge locked away, using it only to maintain one's own privileges and rule, instead of using it to change human society."

This approach is similar to those stubborn associations in Europe, except they can only hide in the corners of society and eke out a living.

On this island nation in the far east, mystery reigns supreme over civilization—what a regression!

"You're also rebelling against those so-called families, aren't you? That's perfect. Only by cooperating with me can your rudimentary plan succeed."

"Creating a completely new god would be a great experiment, and it would greatly help me understand the mysterious system of Yingzhou. In return, you would receive strong economic and technological support. What do you say?"

Friedrich had already stated all his conditions and was now awaiting Shiba Heihachi's reply.

Shiba Heihachi was very conflicted; he didn't have any grand goals for humanity or the progress of civilization.

There is only one reason why he would do this.

He was a fervent nationalist, and after learning that the god who ruled over the entire continent of Yingzhou and ravaged it like a tyrant was actually a visitor from the Central Plains.

He simply couldn't accept this. In his eyes, those noble gentlemen were all capitulationists, spineless worms.

They succumbed to the violence of the other side, and in order to maintain their own status and power, they completely disregarded the dignity of the country.

Shiba Heihachi, lamenting and furious about this, then received the conditions that would allow him to carry out these plans.

The Cult of the Gun had been established long ago, but it has only recently developed rapidly thanks to the mismanagement of the Shrine. Before that, it was just a lukewarm, third-rate cult.