Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

On a private plane high above the Pacific Ocean, the screen in front of Hiromi Yamada suddenly went black.

He leisurely put down his computer, waved for someone to prepare a cup of coffee for him, and looked out the window at the scenery.

Although he failed to achieve his goal of studying the gods, he had obtained a lot of valuable materials and experimental data, some of which he packed up and took with him on the plane.

Once the plane lands in America, the valuable materials and data he possesses will make his classmates, mentors, and even military and political figures, as well as people from various parties, eager to befriend him and jointly study these precious materials.

Having accomplished all this, his efforts in Yingzhou over the past few years had not been in vain. Leaving that country where everything was under control, he could now conduct more experiments at will.

Thinking of his bright future and promising prospects, Hiromi Yamada couldn't help but feel happy. After he came into contact with another world but was not integrated into it, he realized that power was the most important thing.

This knowledge, which is full of the source of power of the old rulers, is the stepping stone for him to become the new ruler.

Just as he was thinking about these things, Hiromi Yamada noticed that the rain clouds at the front of the plane were unusually dense, and there was a faint tendency for a thunderstorm to form.

"Go tell the captain to climb higher and avoid the rain clouds ahead."

Subconsciously sensing something was amiss, Hiromi Yamada had just given the order when he discovered that the rain clouds had already opened their massive jaws towards him.

"No, we can't climb! We're going to crash into... no! The thunderclouds are going to swallow us whole! All aircraft! Prepare for the thunderstorm!"

The captain's desperate roar echoed through the cabin's loudspeaker, and Hiromi Yamada could no longer sit still. He stood up, drenched in sweat, his face filled with fear.

He's here! How could he possibly be?!

Within the thunderclouds, he clearly saw a giant eye open, staring at him, while thunder roared up from the clouds like a raging dragon.

"no, do not want!"

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This is such a distant foreshadowing, who knows when it will be used?

Chapter 141 The God of the Market

"Shin-gu? What are you doing? Why aren't you rescuing me?"

The sound of the flying bird brought Jingu back to his senses, and he casually threw away the shattered head in his hand.

"It's nothing, just took care of the follow-up."

Following the electrical signals from Yamada Hiromi's remote control of the android body, Jingu could easily locate him in the Pacific Ocean and engulf him in a thunderstorm. If he survived the storm, Jingu wouldn't care about these things.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled the bird out of the closed iron bars. The shrine maiden glanced at the other trembling people around him, but showed no intention of starting a massacre.

"I have already notified Huashanyuan and the others to handle things here. Please wait here for a while, as I have other matters to attend to."

After giving some instructions, the divine iron transformed into a bracelet and quietly wore it on the bird's hand. With it on, the bird's safety was basically not a concern.

"okay."

Although she really wanted Jingu to spend some time with her, Asuka, knowing that Jingu had many important things to do, didn't act willfully.

Looking at the flying birds, for some reason, the shrine maiden sighed and then vanished in the wind.

After resolving the matter with Asuka, Jingu arrived in Akihabara.

He was looking for someone, but if that guy wanted to hide, he definitely wouldn't find him, though he guessed he was somewhere nearby.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, in front of the largest pachinko parlor in Akihabara, Jingu sensed a familiar presence and went inside.

"So you were here after all. Is this thing really that fun?"

Jingu crossed his arms, the sound of the small steel balls was incredibly noisy, clanging and banging incessantly. The figure sitting on the machine turned around and blew a puff of smoke at Jingu.

The pungent smell made Jingu wave his hand in disgust. Tengu Shu, who had changed his clothes, was looking at him. He was no longer wearing that strangely aesthetically pleasing seven-colored rag, but a neat long skirt and shirt, high heels, and a cigarette between his fingers.

"Of course, at the shrine! These things make a clanging and jingling sound, like coins falling. Everyone can't stop themselves from throwing money in. I love the sound of money falling."

"I won't comment on your hobbies, but I'm curious why you create these magatama and scatter them so freely in the underground of Tokyo. What is your purpose?"

The answer that Jingu received from Mushihime was not from some demon, nor from some ambitious person, but from Ame no Yuuki, with whom Jingu has maintained a very rare pure friendship to this day.

That's why the shrine was curious and rushed from the animal realm to find her after rescuing Asuka, wanting to know what she was after.

"Purpose? Jingu, you really don't understand me. What purpose could I have? The act of trading and circulation itself is my purpose."

Tenkyuu's smile appeared sinister, making the shrine feel uneasy.

"The entire underground world of Tokyo is so bustling, isn't it normal for me to add fuel to the fire? Everything can be bought and sold, everything is in circulation—money, corpses, lives. I'm just selling them power, and then..."

Only a negligible fee was charged.

"Really? And what's the price? Does the negligible cost refer to their lives?"

The shrine already knows everything about this thing from the Insect Princess. It uses jade produced in hell to preserve the spirits of animals that are inherently ferocious and filled with the instinct for killing and survival. When the jade is consumed, these souls will merge with the original owner as if possessing them.

The short-term loss of reason and physical changes are only the most insignificant side effects. The outcome of using this thing is usually only one: death. Even in death, one will find it difficult to escape, becoming inseparable from animal spirits and skipping hell to be sent directly to the animal realm.

"Of course, exchanging life for power is an ironclad rule, isn't it? Compared to buying their lives with those insignificant things, isn't the price I'm offering much higher?"

Tian Gongji spread his hands and said leisurely.

"I didn't force anyone to buy it, nor did I disguise this product as something good. Everyone knows it has side effects, but everyone still buys it. What does that have to do with me?"

"As expected, you are not the Tian Gong Ji Xian I know. Although you both love money, you two are different. Who are you?"

Tenko-ji would have saved the lives of those two thugs from the Shrine's men back then, instead of talking about buying and selling human lives like this, counting heads like harvesting leeks.

"So you've finally found out? But of course I am the embodiment of the Heavenly Bow, or rather, I am the true embodiment of the Heavenly Bow."

Extinguishing his cigarette, Tian Gong Ji Xian invited the Divine Palace.

"Want to play another round?"

As he spun the roulette wheel, Tian Gongji wasn't playing pachinko at all; instead, he was constantly stuffing money into the machine. Before one round was even finished, the next round's steel balls were already being fired. The chaotic steel balls bounced back and forth inside the machine without any discernible pattern.

"What? You think this is crazy? But that's how this game is. Whether it's calculation or finding patterns, all the so-called skills are just bait to lure people in. Even if I play like this, I'm no different from them or those who get their wallets ripped off."

"Using various methods to gather money from the majority to the minority, and then distributing it to the majority in the form of debt, and then constantly making them owe more and more money, this is the essence of circulation, this is the bait of capital, this is the so-called market, and this is the true face of the market god Tian Gong Ji Xian."

"Kindness? Conscience? Morality? Emotion? Can those things add an extra percentage point to the stock market, bond market, or real estate market? No, they can't. Therefore, the market doesn't need those things, and the god of the market won't have those things either!"

The Tenkyu machine viciously fired its last steel ball. It seemed to have crashed because it had fired a large number of steel balls in a short period of time. The machine started displaying an error message, reminding the player to go to the counter to find a clerk for assistance. This play session would not be counted in the final result.

"It is not the gods who decide what the world is like, but the world that decides what the gods will be like!"

Tenko stood up and gazed at the shrine. Now, more than ever before, she resembled a true god.

"Do you understand? The woman in front of you now is the true embodiment of the Heavenly Bow, the true Goddess of the Market. Not a ridiculous woman with bizarre aesthetics and boring kindness."

"I understand."

Jingu nodded, as if he understood.

"Bound and constantly influenced by the beliefs of the world, you are becoming less and less like your original self, so you are asking me for help?"

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Chapter 142 1 vs 20 billion

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Chapter 143 New Life and Summer

Upon hearing Jingu's words, Tengu Shugen's first reaction was that he was joking, but considering Jingu's personality, she understood that he was not joking, but genuinely held such thoughts.

"How will you know if you don't try? Although the traditional, people-oriented markets have largely disappeared, you can still conduct a very primitive and ancient transaction now."

The shrine maiden shrugged and handed the cloud-like shawl to the heavenly bow.

"Bartering, and bartering people, the rudiments of a market were built on such simple and pure things. So now I'll use this to buy you."

"This is forced buying and selling! And it's like slavery in primitive society! It's completely uncivilized!"

Tian Gongji retorted.

"It doesn't matter what, you have no reason or room to refuse, right?"

Indeed, after careful calculation, she realized that refusing would result in greater losses, including but not limited to things outside of this avatar. Agreeing was the most reasonable course of action, and regardless of whether the shrine could change her mind, she would ultimately not lose out.

Now that the gains and losses were clear, she had no reason to refuse. She accepted the shawl from the shrine, and the deal was done.

An immeasurable force surged into his body, far exceeding the impact of any economic upheaval and more intense than the twenty years lost in Yingzhou's history. It was unimaginable; despite having made deals with the Divine Palace before, this time was so abnormal.

"Because the previous transactions were made with worldly money, but this time, I'm using my friendship and gratitude towards you, so the value is naturally different."

Seeing through the doubts surrounding the appearance of the Heavenly Bow, the Divine Palace grasped her hand, making it impossible for her to avoid it.

It should have been a good thing, with divine power surging, but Tian Gong Ji Xian only wanted to escape from the hands of the Divine Palace. She felt as if she was being torn apart. She could feel another version of herself awakening from the depths of her heart, trying to tear her apart completely.

"Let go! I'm being torn apart! I'm being ripped apart!"

The iridescent light gradually spread from their palms where they touched to Tian Gong Ji's entire body, bursting outward from her seven orifices and from the cracks in her torn skin.

Shedding its old form, it dissipates like ashes, born beneath the sunset, its yellow cloud shawl serving as a boundary, embracing the azure sky below, and above which lies a rainbow spanning the heavens.

While being the god of the market, Tian Gong Ji Xian is also the god of rainbows and the god of unclaimed property.

"How rude of you, Jingu! You dare to so arrogantly carve your own thoughts onto my body. Is this how you treat a friend?"

The first thing Tenkō-sūki did upon opening his eyes was to complain about the Shrine's brutal approach.

"Well, sorry."

"Huh? Isn't saying 'sorry' a bit of an exaggeration?"

Tian Gongji was somewhat surprised. She was just making a casual remark to ease the atmosphere, since she couldn't bring herself to say anything too sentimental at a time like this.

No, that's not what I meant.

Jingu looked up at the sunset and rainbow in the sky and said softly:

"I'm just apologizing for calling you the god of capital and an unscrupulous businessman before."