I Am an Emperor in a World of Mixed Anime

Upon hearing this, Bao Yue silently took out a small deer doll filled with cotton from her backpack, stuck it to Tai Sui, and accepted it.

"You cannot die yet."

For Yunmeng, the powerful Tai Sui Star Lord is still useful.

With Him present, the subsequent efforts to cleanse the island nation of psionic forces and eliminate the Void will proceed more smoothly.

On the horizon, a fiery red sun slowly rose.

This matter is not completely over yet.

With the others in tow, Baoyue Night Snack headed towards the Kamishiro family's residence.

At this very moment, Akira Higashino had already left Tokyo and accompanied Rin to a remote rural area, a country he had never seen before.

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P.S.: 4,000+ words, combined into one.

Chapter 272 Please Give It Back to Me

"Your Majesty, I am guilty."

Upon arriving at their destination, Rin went ahead alone, carrying the souvenirs she had brought back from Tokyo, to find her friends.

Higashino Akira stayed behind alone to receive a report from a subordinate he had taken in more than half a year ago and had been neglecting. As soon as the subordinate opened his mouth, it was a bit hard to hold back.

Seeing the other person's sincere and eager-to-admit-mistake appearance, although he didn't have high expectations for this middle-aged man, Higashino Akira was still speechless.

"Where is the guilt?"

"Your subordinate has failed in his duties and has not been able to relieve Your Majesty's worries."

The current head of this rural spiritual family, his face full of worry, explained with a bitter expression, "Since returning, I have repeatedly gone to communicate with those monsters, inviting them to serve Your Excellency, and informing them of the scale of Yunmeng's power and the prospects for its benefits, but they stubbornly refuse to agree."

"I am deeply grateful for Your Majesty's divine favor and kindness, but I have no way to repay you. I have been busy for so long but have accomplished nothing. I feel ashamed and beg Your Majesty to punish me."

"What's the point of fining you?" Higashino Akira saw right through the old man's little scheme. "When you were getting money from me, were you the only one who got to enjoy it?"

Busy resolving the situation here and getting back to Okumizome for the New Year as soon as possible, Higashino Akira had no time to chat with him.

Moreover, before coming here, he had planned to do his best to expand the army to provide combat power for Xiaoyexiao's side.

I just didn't expect that little guy to fight so fiercely and enter Kyoto so quickly, and even capture nearly two thousand gods of all sizes from different pantheons, some of whom were just roadside deities, so that he could bestow titles upon them.

They haven't even started yet.

The fighting in Kyoto is over.

Moreover, he used up all the slots for recruiting followers at once, and now there are still hundreds of gods left who have not been granted titles.

This caused his attention to the monsters in the back mountain of this subordinate's house to drop drastically.

It's already to the point where it's dispensable.

After all, there aren't enough imperial edicts to grant all the positions; the quota is limited. Yunmeng Group also needs time to expand its workforce and train naturalized employees.

The good news is that when Kyoto was captured, most of those gods had their own territories, shrines, and temples. As subordinate gods who had already submitted, Higashino Akira could issue a single decree to have them transfer or sell the land under their names.

As for the fact that the deities have no legitimate ownership, you should ask the monks and shrine administrators whether they are willing to sell them.

That depends on whether they have the guts to question and provoke the gods they have worshipped for generations.

As people who worship gods, they cannot refuse them.

Otherwise, their own gods could show these disobedient traitors that even Buddha has a wrathful Vajra, making their lives worse than death.

Besides, it's not like Yunmeng Group is unwilling to pay for it.

They're so wealthy that they don't even need discounts; they can just pay the market price.

Once you acquire new territory, you can earn back the money in a while thanks to the system rewards.

Don't underestimate these guys. If all the land owned by these monks and shrine families in Kyoto were taken back, it's conservatively estimated that the Yunmeng Group could take over nearly a third of the land area in Kyoto in one fell swoop.

Its land area can directly surpass that of the Tokyo area, which has been operated by the Yunmeng Group. Even if Okumizome and Itomori are included, they cannot compare with Kyoto in terms of land size.

It can be said that in this battle between Yunmeng and Tai Sui Xingjun, after all the fighting, the third and fourth spectators fell down first, leaving Yunmeng so full that she couldn't digest it all in a short time.

This resulted in Akira Higashino being very calm, extremely happy, and even too lazy to get angry.

After all, a millionaire suddenly becomes a multi-millionaire, so there's no reason for him to be angry that a business deal with a subordinate who didn't have high expectations in the first place failed to go through with a profit of ten thousand or so dollars.

We don't lack that little bit.

"Could you tell me the specifics?"

The middle-aged patriarch, who had long since let go of things like face and self-esteem, wasn't disappointed at all that his little scheme had been exposed. He just smiled awkwardly and, seeing that his boss wasn't angry, quickly seized the opportunity to explain.

It's nothing really, just that they chose the wrong person.

As a local, long-established spiritual family, they generally maintain a wary attitude towards monsters. There are too many monsters, and they cannot defeat them if they all rush at them at once. Therefore, they have always designated a territory for them to live and reproduce, isolating them from the human world so that they can live in peace.

This mindset persists across generations, so one can imagine the nature of their relationship with monsters.

It's not that there's any deep-seated hatred, but rather a mutual dislike.

Neither of them wanted to have much contact with or pay attention to the other.

His abrupt invitation to the monsters to be his colleagues, as the head of the household, made the monsters suspicious. They couldn't help but wonder if he had some kind of conspiracy.

It's normal to disagree with joining.

However, the monsters didn't completely rule out the possibility of conflict. After all, they had their own people scouting the enemy camp. If they exposed these humans' plans, the monsters would become enraged and might harm Rin.

With this mindset in mind, the two sides remained in a stalemate.

Talks are possible, but disagreements are unacceptable. Accept the sweet talk, but return the bullets; threats are unacceptable, and soft words are not readily believed.

"So, what the monsters mean is that they want to meet you in person."

"Talk to me?"

"Correct."

After listening, Akira Higashino nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Perhaps, these monsters could still be recruited.

Although he still has several hundred gods under his command who have not been officially appointed, it doesn't mean he would dislike a few subordinates who might voluntarily join the Yunmeng pantheon.

After all, these are all steps paving the way for his ascension to godhood.

Akira Higashino is a peace-loving person. If it's possible to talk, he's willing to talk. If they really can't reach an agreement, then I'm sorry, but he also knows a little bit of martial arts.

You have to catch Pokémon!

Unlike Little Snack, who specializes in Ghost-type Pokémon trainers.

Akira Higashino prefers Fairy-type Pokémon that he can see and touch, especially those with high visual appeal, and he has a special training method for them.

In the afternoon, after having lunch at his subordinate's house, he also met the other party's clansmen. There were no special ordinary people, and only a few people had spiritual talents. Among them, the most outstanding ones, apart from the middle-aged patriarch, were his younger brother and son.

His unlucky brother actually installed a cybernetic prosthetic leg on himself, and it was in a very edgy style, with many colorful light strips on the artificial limb, making it look like a flowing stream when he walked. He could even manually adjust the playback of dynamic music.

It's clear he really likes that leg.

He happily thanked Higashino Akira, the investor, repeatedly, and after closing the doors and windows, he specially demonstrated the various technical effects of his leg to him in the darkened room.

According to him, his next plan is to have someone add more batteries to the prosthetic leg and adjust it so that it can be used as a power bank to charge his phone.

This leg isn't entirely a technological product; it's covered with many psionic runes to ensure that the user won't experience discomfort or psionic energy blockage due to the new leg.

Akira Higashino didn't understand the situation, but he remained respectful.

As for the other boy with the strange name, he and his father and uncle were indeed thick-skinned and opportunistic, constantly probing him about Tokyo. After a barrage of flattery, the gist of it was that they greatly respected the gods and wanted to go to Tokyo to enjoy its prosperity... no, to go to Tokyo to serve the gods.

Before Higashino Akira could even answer, Kiichitaro was already punished by his own father's iron fist.

Akira Higashino realized that this family had a very flexible family style.

They declined the room offered to them for the night, wanting to resolve their affairs as soon as possible. With Kitaro leading the way, the two headed directly towards the villa in the back mountain.

I walked along the increasingly desolate mountain path, my feet sinking into the thin layer of snow.

Having seen so many towering buildings in the city, the sudden sight of the natural and graceful beauty of a snow scene was a delight for Akira Higashino.

Having seen so much of the countryside and mountains, and having lived here for so long, Kitaro no longer found anything particularly interesting about it.

Only halfway there, when they saw a beautiful view, did they both pause and stop to look.

Not far away, on the edge of the mountain path, a woman with long, ice-blue hair sat with her back to them in a chair. An easel stood in front of her, and she used her delicate hands to paint on the paper.

"Don't stare at me with such disgusting eyes, you brat."

Hearing footsteps behind her, the woman stopped what she was doing, turned around slightly, and spoke softly. Her gaze fell on the boy, and her tone grew colder and colder, her face full of disdain.

"So...so cold!!" Kitaro, who had been inexplicably scolded, froze on the spot, looking hurt.

He was clearly looking at a painting.

Then, something even more hurtful happened. The woman who had just been cursing him as a brat shifted her gaze from him to their newly recognized deity, lingered on the deity's face for a moment, and then the expression on her face, which had been full of disgust just moments before, suddenly became peaceful.

"That's outrageous! This is such unfair treatment!?"

Kitaro couldn't help but let out a nearly broken scream.

Upon hearing this, the woman's gaze returned to him. She glanced at him, said nothing, and spat to the side with a "pui".

His disdain was palpable.

They said nothing, yet it hurt more than if they had said something.

With a look of utter disappointment, Kitaro glanced at the woman, then at the incredibly esteemed Higashino-sama, and rubbed his own face repeatedly. Finally, he gave up on comparing them in despair and obediently continued to lead the god to his dominion.

A woman with a terrible personality.

This kind of guy definitely can't find a man in real life. Even if someone falls for him, they'll probably get fed up and be driven away by his insults.

And she also has a glamorous face.