Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Watch less anime. If Yin-Yang magic were that useful, we would have replaced the Metropolitan Police Department with it long ago."

To make an inanimate object move on its own, and then to find the places it had been before—Kugo could only think of two ways to perform this Yin-Yang technique.

One method is similar to creating a tsukumogami, using a large amount of spiritual power instead of a hundred years of accumulation to create a tsukumogami.

Another type is deities associated with karmic connections, such as powerful Ōkuni deities who can easily find the root cause through the connections between things.

However, neither of these methods is something Kuga Hikaru can do.

"Don't overestimate Yin-Yang techniques. In the end, it's just a tool and a means. It depends on how powerful the person using the tool is."

"I'm not a rare Onmyoji like Seimei. If you go to the Shrine and ask them to take action, this kind of thing would probably be very simple."

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Kuga Mitsuko knew about it from what they told her.

The shrine excels at manipulating and imbuing nature and all things with spirit; creating tsukumogami or shikigami is a piece of cake for them.

"Please call you Mr. Producer, the legendary idol producer Jingu P."

As the cool autumn night breeze swept into the room, the still-undressed Jingu found herself standing in front of Kubihiko's back.

"What are you thinking? That matter hasn't completely exceeded our initial expectations, has it? The other party is a group that wants to artificially create gods in modern times. They possess extremely rare technology related to the birth of gods, and they've also removed the involvement of the Li Kingdom's forces."

Shrine, Shrine Dwarf, Chief God, Darling, Master

Ultimately, it's putting the cart before the horse.

Although there's something wrong with each one that's called out, why ask that suddenly?

After saying that, he took out his phone to call Jingu, but stopped at the very front.

But it must be a humanoid natural disaster like the one in the shrine, so there's no problem with that.

Jingu quickly straightened his cuffs, and although his sleeves were originally perfectly smooth, they became wrinkled after I did that.

"Forget it, let's talk to the shrine tomorrow morning, before that night."

What did he just call you?

Her fundamental purpose in doing this was to serve the shrine. How could she help others and then expect something in return?

"If I were to seek help from Lord Shrine, wouldn't that completely contradict what I'm doing...?"

If He Xiao were to die at the hands of the government forces or individuals in Yingzhou, it would inevitably cause international problems.

"You remember Mori Asuka, the idol production company he mentioned, who never took a hands-off approach and is still making people backtrack on the path planned by the agency, right?"

In the dead of night, why would the shrine maiden be dressed like that? Did she not have anything important to do?

Of course, one aspect that hasn't been considered yet is the identity of these people from Liguo.

Jiu Niguang had some doubts, and several names quickly flashed through his mind.

Ogasawara Ogasawara remained calm. You have a lot of biases when it comes to the Shrine. Although your attitude is simple, you are actually just a little bit away from becoming a fanatic.

"Why are you so agitated? You're not talking like you're going to eat him."

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Ah, Ogasawara, how did things go? Didn't you get any concessions?

Especially for these Li Guoren (people from Liguo), it is even safer.

There are only 100 million people in Yingzhou, but not a billion in the whole world. What would happen if we brought that technology back to America before we had a vague understanding of it?

Although he said those words, Jingu's expression and actions clearly showed that he was about to mischievously taste you.

What did you call him?

"The important thing is that he doesn't have the ambition to become an idol and have millions kneel before him. If he wants our money, he'll make us hand over our family tree as well!"

With a wave of her hand, Jingu spoke with great gusto.

After weighing the pros and cons, you felt that the matter couldn't wait any longer.

It's obvious that the clothes and tie were simply ruined by the shrine itself.

For that reason, Kudo Hikaru hoped that the Jingu could act quickly and resolve the matter.

However, his age and physique remained unchanged, without any strange feeling of a big kid dressed up as a little person.

"Stop fooling around, you guys are just being irresponsible."

You just wanted to agree with the idol producer role-playing game of Jingu. Now that Jingu is here, you should tell me about the Gun Worship Cult.

"What does he want to say to you? You heard him calling you."

"Shin-gu, what's he doing dressed up like that in the middle of the night?"

The shrine was informed of everything about the purpose and operation of the Gun Worship Cult, as well as information that you have not yet received.

Wearing sunglasses, a suit and tie, and with his hair combed up, he looked every bit the social elite.

Jingu casually lifted Ogasawara Zhang Fang's long, pinkish-white hair and rubbed it in his hands.

Yoriko Ogasawara sighed.

Hisako asked a question, but still waited for his answer. Jingu straightened his tie.

You've been looking at it for too long and don't really feel that way, so you take out your phone.

Startled, Kuga jumped up and ran to hide near Ogasawara Ogasawara.

“The little man of the shrine, he has arrived.”

Xiao and I hadn't slept together. This wasn't a party. I suddenly called her at that time, and no matter what the circumstances, it was very unlikely that Xiao and I would "voluntarily" join in.

"Shingu, this is a special cult incident now. Is he going to take action to deal with it?"

Ogasawara Ogasawara hesitated to speak, not because of herself, but because she was suppressing her own inner questions.

Because you suddenly remembered that it's late at night and Xiaojingu is sleeping. If you disturb my sleep, there's a small chance you'll get a severe beating.

If we were to ask the shrine for help, why did they simply resolve the whole matter quickly and efficiently on their own?

"These things are absolutely important!"

"It's still Hikaru," Ogasawara Zhang Fang uttered that question.

Kudo tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with doubt.

The legendary idol producer, Jingu P, said this.

No matter what kind of financial tycoon's son he is, if he dies in a typhoon, earthquake, or flood, he'll always cause you trouble, right?

It's not terrible that the Church of the Gun Worship produces evil gods; what's terrible is that we mass-produce and control the gods we want before we've mastered that technology.

"That kind of proud and bold ambition is the most important thing for an idol!"

"What's wrong with him now? An idol producer? First, he brought up his definition of an idol, which is not strange at all."

"Shouldn't such a thing be reported to the Shrine?"

"Light, do you want to become an idol, to stand above thousands of people, to make us go crazy for him, to coldly and relentlessly offer up everything, even our lives?"

The shrine that suddenly appeared behind you was dressed in the same leisurely style it had worn for many years.

Just as Kudo put down his phone, intending to wait until daytime to talk, Jingu's voice quietly appeared in your ear.

Chapter 286 Warning

Inside the secret base.

Having just finished an impromptu meeting, Shiba Heihachi was the first to leave the conference room.

Even though it was a base he had built himself, he was the only one who felt like an outsider.

"Professor, we'll head back now. We still have some interesting research to conduct to verify regarding the body we salvaged last time."

Danny and the others were already feeling sleepy from the boring meeting, so they immediately made an excuse to leave after it ended.

Dana packed her things, bowed to Friedrich, and prepared to go back to her work.

"Wait a minute, Dana."

Friedrich called her back, and now only Friedrich, who was sitting at the head of the table, and Dana, who was about to leave, remained in the conference room.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

Dana looked relaxed as she turned around, holding the documents.

The bad thing is that you've finally encountered a world full of mystery and fantasy, so you're absolutely willing to return to an interesting human society to do some fun logistical work.

Avoid letting a bad dish be ruined because the diner is too slow.

"Really? I understand."

Dana nodded slightly, but her words did not indicate any intention to correct her.

“The wise choice, Son of Man, is to disturb the meal of your Lord God unless he intends to feed him with his own body.”

"You two have no grudges against each other; you're clearly like-minded diners, friends enjoying the food together, right?"

"Alright, since he's willing to go back to America, let him take charge of another matter."

"Yes, yes, I'll correct it!"

The incarnation of the Eighth Demon King, Zhi Hongqindi.

In the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Hey, do you two have some kind of grudge between you?"

Some unfamiliar voices rang out from the shadows inside the room, and the figure that emerged from the thick white darkness looked somewhat unfamiliar.

"Teacher, couldn't you have just assigned this to someone else? This kind of thing isn't my area of ​​expertise. You know that, so why did you make me do it?"

"How dare he show his face behind you? What a coward!"

"Ibuki, Nanaki, Momiji, and even Ogasawara Yoriko, those few dishes, they're still pretty good, aren't they?"

He shook his lips in anger, but intimidated by Fuwaideweixi's imposing presence, Hongqin could only raise his head.

"Yes, but you haven't handed that matter over to them yet, so whether they can stop us depends entirely on them."

“Hong Qin, Mr. Shiba didn’t say a single wrong word just now. If he’s so arrogant, he’ll die.”