Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Not to mention, he also has the gradually awakening power belonging to the Lord of a Hundred Demons—that "Sword Qi of the Roaring God," which can even slaughter gods. Of course, a small demon would feel like he has a thorn in his side and would not be able to live in peace.

"Uesugi-senpai."

"Please, please help me."

"I don't want to die. I don't want to give up this power."

"I'm not afraid to admit it, but hurting someone wasn't my intention. But if I were to do it again while I was fully conscious, I..."

"I would do the same."

"I'm done."

Fujimura Chiba lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Then, she suddenly looked up, her eyes blood red, as if burned by flames.

"I've had enough!"

She repeated it, clenching her small hands into fists, and bowed deeply to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Whether you think I'm afraid of death or reluctant to part with this [power], it doesn't matter."

"I choose the second method you mentioned."

"Whether I become a monster or a demon, I don't want to become someone who can be bullied by everyone."

"Please, help me."

“I understand. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. I won’t accept your favors without a clear conscience. Whatever the cost, even my life, I’m willing to pay as long as I can afford it.”

This one sentence shows that Fujimura Chiba has matured considerably since Kyoko was a child.

This is the proper attitude when asking for favors—whether others care or not, whether you ask or not is a different matter.

With this gesture in place, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt much more at ease.

This child seems to be quite sensible.

Then

Let her be given a new life.

"What would I do with your life? I need your faith."

Upon hearing this, Fujimura Chiba was startled and instinctively showed an expression of disgust.

Uesugi Kiyoshi realized in a flash that this child, whose family had been destroyed by the influence of a cult, probably deeply hated any kind of church or faith.

He didn't care about anything else and just kept talking.

I've heard about you.

"Don't be afraid that I'll be a conman who swindles money and sex."

"Fine, the choice is yours."

"If you are willing to dedicate your faith and believe in the words of the God behind me."

"The trouble behind your head is nothing but a small matter."

Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't lying. If Fujimura Chiba successfully entered the Scroll of One Hundred Demons, her life and death would be in Uesugi Kiyoshi's hands. Suppressing a rebellious demonic aura would be a piece of cake.

This young girl, though not old, had experienced many hardships and tasted the bitterness and sweetness of life, and had gone through many ups and downs. She did not hesitate for long.

Just a few seconds later, she nodded firmly.

"I understand."

You are different.

"I wish to convert to Buddhism. Please accept me."

Chapter 323 Establishment of Faith

"They learned the slang there!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned slightly in disdain.

"Taking refuge" is a Buddhist term, and Uesugi Kiyoshi doesn't particularly like Buddhism, so he didn't have a good impression of the word.

He rubbed his palms together, communicating with the statues in the mirage with his mind, without giving it much thought.

In truth, he has not yet gained a true believer in this life.

However, he does have experience in conning people, so he's not completely clueless.

The mirage coalesced and transformed into will-o'-the-wisps that drifted in the air.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed, and a faint silver light bloomed behind Uesugi Kiyoshi.

In the pitch-black night, tiny points of light appeared.

It was a star map.

Behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, it seemed as if an endless sea of ​​stars was shining, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

This is Uesugi Kiyoshi's Starry Sea of ​​Gods.

Fujimura Chiba was captivated by this extraordinary sight, staring in disbelief at the sea of ​​stars, her attention involuntarily drawn to the most dazzling star among them.

Among Uesugi Kiyoshi's starry sky, the most dazzling one is, of course, his own destiny star.

That star represents the lord of all demons!

He took a step forward, and a milky white light enveloped Uesugi Kiyoshi's palm.

He gently placed his hand on the back of Fujimura Chiba's head. The throbbing, snake-like tumor trembled under his touch, daring not to make any move.

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the starry sky, striking deep into Fujimura Chiba's heart.

"Concentrate, listen to my words, and pray with me."

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"He is the ruler of Tokyo."

With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a kimono, and a sharp blade at his waist, the phantom of an arrogant young man appeared and disappeared in the starry sea behind Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"He is the uncrowned king who wields the sword and the power of life and death."

The blade was drawn, its light eclipsing the starlight.

"He is a refuge for the weak and those who aspire to goodness."

"He is the death knell for demons and evildoers."

The boy, who seemed like a god, turned his gaze to the stunned Fujimura Chiba, making her shudder and an overwhelming sense of reverence surged within her.

Right now, all she wanted to do was kneel down and prostrate herself at the feet of the person before her—no, the god before her.

Fujimura Chiba could tell from the shivering sensation emanating from the tumor at the back of his head that the owner of that majestic and awe-inspiring gaze was probably a true god!

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"He exists eternally in the mirage, a fleeting illusion."

The mirage tower rose from the ground, and the ghost ship floated in mid-air, like a celestial palace, unlike anything on earth.

"He is the one who instigated the magnificent spectacle of a hundred ghosts parading at night, and vanquished all demons and monsters."

"The Saint of Swords, the Lord of a Hundred Demons!"

As the last sentence was uttered, one figure after another suddenly appeared.

They are all very familiar faces, frequent subjects in Uesugi Kiyoshi's Hundred Demons Scroll.

The Demon King of Mount Ooe sings wildly in his drunken stupor. Two Lords of the Arakawa River, one large and one small, ride the water. A demon sword takes lives, a blue lantern steals souls, and a dog god guards by his side. Amidst the swirling snow, a petite girl in blue accompanies the gods.

The lines of each figure added to the pressure on Fujimura Chiba's heart.

As the Scroll of One Hundred Demons unfolded, the phantoms of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons bloomed behind Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Fujimura Chiba had already knelt down on the ground instinctively and kowtowed deeply.

Please, please save me.

She was murmuring something, but she probably didn't even know what she was murmuring.

But Uesugi Kiyoshi clearly sensed it.

A power of faith far stronger than that of ordinary people flowed into his starry sea like a gentle stream.

And in his sea of ​​gods, another star has been lit up.

"It's done."

Uesugi Kiyoshi's gaze was resolute, and his eyes softened considerably when he looked at Fujimura Chiba.

Because the girl was more devout in her faith than he had imagined.

Perhaps it was because he had saved her, or perhaps it was because of Kyoko's influence. Of course, Uesugi Kiyoshi's attitude and display of martial prowess probably also played a role.

Uesugi Kiyoshi stopped and stood with a smile on his face.

Fujimura Chiba, however, was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened and had not yet come to her senses.

The pressure from the Ghost King, the majesty of the gods, and the sharpness of the sword energy all left indelible marks on her heart.

She was, after all, just a high school girl living in poverty, suffering every day in misery.

The divine illusion she had just witnessed was enough to send tidal waves through her heart.

Fujimura Chiba stood there stunned for a full five minutes before she came to her senses.

"Kami-sama!!"

She was extremely excited—now she could probably understand a little bit why that woman regarded religion as the foundation of her life.

Faith and deities hold an immense, inexplicable attraction for ordinary people.

Of course, the premise is that this deity cannot be created by those shady, cheap tricks that break at the slightest touch.

The shock to my soul, the suppression of my life level, and the frantic sense of submission surging in my heart—none of these can be faked.

Unlike the scammer that woman encountered.