Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

【Quest - The Turbid Shining Star】

【Ah... how should I put it? As expected of you, two missions in one day, both for women. Can't you think of anything else? Doing this during a young girl's romantic moment of realizing her dream? Pah! As you wish, go ahead and do it, be a lecherous worm!】

[Mission Requirements: Fulfill Moritaka Asuka's dream while simultaneously filling her with essence.]

[Task Reward: 1 Lottery Draw Attempt]

Hmm? Is this just my imagination? The system seems to be getting more and more human-like. And isn't the entire task description basically just cursing him?

Forget it, I won't bother arguing with a system. No matter how much it yells at me, it still has to obediently give me tasks, right? What's the point of complaining?

In this way, the bird becomes the fruit in his hand, waiting to ripen, and he can taste it when it is at its sweetest.

"Asuka-senpai! There is..."

The girl who suddenly pushed open the door saw a shy-looking Asuka, whose hands were being held by another handsome boy who looked to be fourteen years old. The atmosphere between the two seemed very ambiguous.

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

She quickly retreated, closing the door behind her. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the girl was still blocking the doorway. Luckily, it was her who pushed the door open; otherwise, Asuka-senpai's secret romance might have been exposed.

"It's alright, come in."

Only after hearing that sound from inside did the girl sneakily open the door and slip inside.

Asuka and Jingu have already let go of each other's hands, so it's not a big deal. Even if others see them, they'll just think of them as idols' younger brothers or something, and they probably won't think of a secret relationship.

Stealing a few glances at the shrine, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "Asuka-senpai is indeed a god. Her love interest must be some kind of divine child or god, right? She's so beautiful it's almost unreal."

Seeing the girl whose gaze was almost entirely fixed on Jingu, Asuka couldn't help but cough twice loudly.

"Was something the matter? You just came in without even knocking."

When did we knock on the door?

After turning her gaze away from the shrine, the girl muttered a curse to herself before remembering the real reason she had come.

"Asuka-senpai, there's a fan outside who claims to be your die-hard fan. He keeps saying he wants your autograph, and I can't stop him, so I came to find you."

"Just an autograph?"

Asuka hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the shrine. With the shrine's assurance, it wouldn't matter if she started appearing on screen now, right? After receiving the shrine's affirmative nod, the girl no longer hesitated and agreed to the request.

For young idols, fans, especially those at performance venues, are extremely important. If they cause trouble there, it will severely damage their public image.

After coming out, Asuka put on a professional smile, and the man who was stopped by the staff was probably Asuka's die-hard fan.

Honestly, it's quite strange that a middle-aged man would be such a die-hard fan of a young idol. It really makes one wonder if Yingzhou has truly entered an aging society, where even otaku are middle-aged.

"Mori Taka Asuka, right?"

The middle-aged man standing in front of Asuka suddenly uttered Asuka's real name, instead of her idol's stage name, which surprised Asuka. In that moment of surprise, the girl was stunned.

The middle-aged man, who had been wearing a coat, suddenly sprang up, a sharp knife hidden beneath his coat, and stabbed at Fei Niao.

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Oh no, the lustful thoughts are getting into my brain.

Chapter 125 Grassroots Forums and Bounties

They were so close, just a table apart when they signed their names.

Aside from the surprise of being suddenly called out by her real name, Asuka showed no other emotions. Even when she saw the blade coming toward her, she showed no panic or other feelings.

On one hand, she was still a deity, so being stabbed wouldn't really affect her. On the other hand...

It was only a blink of an eye, at such close range that an ordinary person would have no chance to stop him, but his sudden movement was stopped and his outstretched wrist was grabbed.

Why is this fan so excited?

Jingu slowly twisted the man's arm, and the broken bones caused the steel knife in the man's hand to fall to the ground. Only then did the staff around him rush forward to try to subdue the suddenly violent fan.

"Everyone, stand down!"

After shooing away the staff members who wanted to come forward, Jingu raised his head and scanned the crowd. The other fans cast curious glances at him, their pupils changing slightly.

"Lower your head, and you will see nothing and hear nothing."

Under the inexplicable pressure, everyone present lowered their heads as the shrine had instructed, and none of this would leave a trace in their minds.

"Come on, tell me now how you know this name? Did you recognize it? Are you a ten-year fan?"

The man's wrist bones were twisted and broken inch by inch. The excruciating pain made him kneel down with his head hanging over his knees, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His actions were clearly premeditated, unlike those of ordinary extreme fans who would directly rush to the tower or open the box.

"I...I...I..."

His psychological defenses were being breached one after another, and fear and madness gradually surged into his mind. His brain was being dismantled like a toy by the temple, and all sorts of emotions were being stirred up, turning into a chaotic mess.

The man bit his tongue hard, forcing himself to calm down. As blood flowed out, his free hand trembled as he took a magatama hanging from his collar, put it in his mouth, and crushed it.

Broken jade mixed with blood dripped down, and at the same time, an inhuman aura emanated from the man.

The chaotic mind was gradually replaced by an emotion and impulse. The pain was diluted by a more primal urge. The thin body began to swell, the bones cracked and popped, the clothes were torn by the bulging muscles, and the wrist that had been broken and twisted by the god was quickly restored and repaired.

In just a few seconds, the originally thin and dejected middle-aged man transformed into a humanoid beast over two meters tall with a burly build. The Divine Palace watched his transformation with great interest.

"Roar!!! You brat, you actually forced me to take this step, die!"

Seemingly not completely out of his mind, the man swung his fan-like hand at the shrine in a fit of rage. With his current strength, even a lion or tiger would be smashed into mincemeat with this slap. Even if this kid was a bit strange, he would definitely not be his match.

"Interesting. It seems you're not just a simple fanatic."

Jingu simply raised his hand and grabbed the other's wrist. The immense force that could instantly turn a lion or tiger into mincemeat came to an abrupt halt, just like a replica of the previous attack. Jingu twisted the other's wrist, and even though the pain was neutralized by hormones, the body still...

Kneeling uncontrollably.

It was the same just now, and it remains the same now; his bulging muscles are no longer under his own control.

"Who sent you? You'd better be honest. I don't like being fooled or tricked."

Hormones in the man's body stopped secreting, and his blood vessels, like tangled lines, were randomly manipulated by the Gypsy, causing unimaginable pain within his body. His savage instincts and primal urges were overwhelmed by the impending death, and the will to survive instantly took over. The disparity in power made the man understand what he had to do at that moment.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop!"

Jingu released his grip, ceasing his act of carelessly manipulating the other's blood vessels and nerves like threads.

"It's a bounty! Someone has put a bounty on her head to take her life! I only came because I accepted the bounty!"

It turns out that this man was not a fan at all. He didn't know Asuka at all. He just bought a lot of merchandise to pretend to be a loyal fan in order to get closer to Asuka.

"A bounty? Tokyo has places like that?"

"No, it's a website. There's a website that specializes in all kinds of transactions and bounties. It contains content that is difficult for ordinary people to access. It's a website that specializes in doing business in the underworld."

“Interesting, tell me more about it.”

Life and death were in the hands of the shrine, so the man dared not hide anything and revealed everything he knew and his own secrets.

There has always been a forum website for the underworld in Tokyo. After all, apart from the high-ranking beings such as the Sheikhs, gods, and great yokai, the underworld is not lacking in grassroots beings, declining families, commoner awakeners, and lowly yokai. It's just that the shrine has always been more high-end, so it has never had the opportunity to learn about it.

This forum website gradually developed into a mutual aid and trading platform for ordinary people. In the past, it was managed by photographers, and it was generally harmonious and stable. The rewards were just for various materials or ordinary events, so it was still a legitimate website.

However, since a few days ago, the website's management seems to have become lax, and various chaotic situations and bounty transactions that were previously not visible have emerged. Monsters are offering bounties for killing or doxxing, and Onmyoji are offering bounties for the monster materials they need.

Behind the pursuit of profit, some people like them, who are busy pursuing profit, do not care whether what they do is legal and compliant, or whether it will disrupt the so-called balance. Without maintenance and management, what is exposed is a chaotic and unhealthy underlying environment.

Beneath the guise of bounties, they engage in cutthroat competition driven by self-interest—humans killing humans, monsters killing monsters—exploiting loopholes in the rules to prevent the Onmyoji Bureau from intervening.

As for the trigger for this situation and the culprit behind the Regent's turmoil, Jingu seems to be still unaware of it. Because of his demands, the hasty purge has left many tasks unfinished, resulting in a shortage of manpower and the destruction of the original reputation. Will the new victors have enough substance to maintain order?

In short, although Tokyo appears peaceful on the surface, undercurrents are already surging beneath the surface, with everyone wanting to become the new maintainer of the rules, but keeping quiet out of fear.

So... is someone trying to test me through the birds?

After understanding the general situation, the shrine maiden ignored the man and was overjoyed, thinking that he had escaped with his life. He took off running, but fell to the ground while running. He looked down and saw...

His own flesh and blood were dissolving in the wind, his astonished expression frozen on his face. A gust of wind blew by, and he vanished like ashes. Since he confessed honestly, I won't let him suffer any longer; let's just quickly and easily restart.

"Shrine?"

Asuka, not quite understanding these things, looked at the shrine with a puzzled expression.

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How have you been managing this year after year? When did light novels become so outrageous? Shouldn't we seriously reflect on this? When will you step up your efforts?

Chapter 126 Best Tool

No, that shouldn't be the case. They wouldn't dare to act rashly before they understand their own temperament.

After all, no one would want to take over a broken world, so the bounty on Asuka is unlikely to be from a high-ranking power, but rather from other characters caught up in the chaos.

What was their purpose in targeting the birds? That remains unknown.

"It's alright, Asuka, don't worry about these things, I'll take care of it."

After sorting out his thoughts, Jingu fell into a state of wanting to give up and give up thinking. It was too troublesome. He decided to stop thinking about it and see who would slip up first, or whether others could find any clues. What was meant to happen would happen eventually.

However, there are some issues to be aware of. Among his harem of beautiful girls, Asuka is the weakest and most easily deceived, so it's best to prepare some backup plans.

The Divine Palace took out the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Iron, but it was no longer of much use to him. He turned it into a bracelet and put it on the bird's wrist.

"Don't take this off. Keep it close to your body. If you encounter danger, just say my name. I will hear you wherever the wind blows."

After giving Asuka some careful instructions and comforting the girl, Jingu decided not to stay with her any longer. He planned to find a few external brains to assist her, thinking it better to let others do the work than to try it himself.

After thinking it over, I decided to go find Hanayama-in Haru. Tamamo-no-Mae had just slept with her and was probably throwing a tantrum. I should go find Hanayama-in Haru and tell her about the report, the important matter she had just mentioned, and the arrangements for Asuka, so she could carry them out.

Kayamain Haru is definitely the best support character. Even with support characters like Ringo Konoe who are better in every way, Jingu still prefers to use her.

Yoriko Ogasawara is very troubled lately.

This distress did not originate from myself, but from my family.

The endless arguments and the ever-worsening situation meant that the family was not in such dire straits that they could not survive in a big city like Tokyo, but it seemed as if the father and mother were arguing about money every single day.

They complain about each other, and after arguing, they hug each other and feel sad, talking about the hardships of life, the hopeless future in the company, the constant accumulation of seniority and overtime, and the ever-increasing prices.

Extremely distressed, at this age when she should be full of youthful vigor, she is always surrounded by money, money, money. Ogasawara Yoriko knows that her parents are working very hard, and she has no reason to blame them, after all, she is one of the sources of their pressure.