I Am an Emperor in a World of Mixed Anime

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P.S.: I owe 25 chapters. I'll check the latest backlog for this book after I finish paying this part. I'm still working hard, and there are still some today.

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I was chased to the reader group by a black hole-level reader who forced me to delete and revise the content. Because the word count of the published chapter cannot be reduced after modification, I added a few words to the word count patch. Don't worry, Hedgehog Cat counts 500 words as a paid node, and this part of the word count is free. Thank you for your understanding.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Aunt?

"Grandma, you look so familiar."

The little girl walked up to Miyamizu Ichiyo, looked at her face intently, and widened her eyes in surprise.

Seeing her tone and expression, Miyamizu Ichiyo gradually understood what was going on, and smiled as she gently patted her head.

"It's Futaba when she was little."

"what?"

The little girl was a bit confused, not knowing what this meant, and then looked back at the woman behind her who looked unwell.

Akira Higashino looked at her and nodded. "I can currently be Futaba Miyamizu."

"Ah!" Miyamizu Futaba exclaimed, pointing at herself, "Then who am I?"

"Miyamizu Futaba's daughter, Miyamizu Mitaba."

"daughter?"

The little girl's pupils dilated instantly, and she was completely at a loss.

A leaf behind him was amused by her silly daughter's reaction and explained to her with a smile that the Miyamizu family's ancestral talent allowed for a chance to temporarily swap souls with others or even exchange souls across timelines.

In the morning, on the Shinkansen train heading to Okumizome, Futaba, who had been clinging to Mitsuha and begging to come along, knelt on her seat, her eyes sparkling as she looked out the window at the novel scenery she had never seen before, as if she wanted to memorize all of it.

Upon seeing the reinforced concrete buildings, so different from the wooden structures in the village, Futaba excitedly shook the arm of the god residing within her body, pointing outside, "Look, look! It's a big city!"

Perhaps in her eyes, the steel and concrete structures that only appeared on black and white televisions were the symbol of big cities.

So why did you agree to take her along?

Higashino Akira sat quietly, watching her excitement, and shook his head.

The other passengers in the carriage looked at the innocent and lovely girl with kind eyes and smiled. Er Ye blushed a little shyly and got off her seat to sit properly. Feeling a little uneasy, she gently hugged Da Er Ye's arm.

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Okugome, Chaihime Shrine.

Akira Higashino met the old man, who was still middle-aged.

The old man seemed very surprised and delighted to see him, or rather, to see the second master.

"It's Futaba. It's been a few years. This is your daughter. She's such a lovely little girl."

Upon hearing this, Futaba, who lived inside Mitsuha, proudly puffed out her chest, not feeling shy at all, which amused the old man.

"Her name is Mitsuha. She insisted on coming along this time, so we brought her along."

"By the way, how is Nagi's child? Has anything unexpected happened over the years?"

"Xiao Ming is fine. Ever since his spiritual light was damaged and he lost the possibility of having spiritual power, and became an ordinary person, those ghosts and gods have stopped targeting him. As a result, he has been safe and sound."

Tormented by illness, Higashino Akira instinctively coughed twice. Seeing his condition, the old man looked guilty.

"In the end, it was Nagi who dragged you down with what happened back then."

Akira Higashino was silent for a moment, then looked at his younger self surrounded by a group of little girls not far away and shook his head.

"She made me who I am."

The old man looked at the familiar expression and tone of voice of the young woman in front of him, and suddenly his eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

He stared at the woman for a long time, until she came down the mountain with her daughter. He couldn't shake off the feeling, and many words lingered on his lips but he didn't say them.

It was already evening in Tokyo.

Akira Higashino brought Futaba here, he really brought her to the big city, and took her to the amusement park.

I quietly accompanied her throughout the entire trip.

Looking at her young, innocent, and easily satisfied figure, his eyes held a complex expression.

Without herself, Futaba would die young due to illness. With herself, she would also die young because she was injured while fighting against demons and gods in order to help Nagi Amane, after becoming good friends with her.

The big city she mentioned during her first exchange was the one I took her to during my third exchange.

My birth was inseparable from her helping hand.

If she hadn't projected her consciousness onto Futaba, she wouldn't have gone to the school outside of Itomori, wouldn't have had the money to go to university, and wouldn't have become friends with Amamiya.

She didn't become friends with Megumi, so she wouldn't have formed a bond with him, and he wouldn't have been able to use her abilities to project his consciousness onto her.

Akira Higashino pondered, had he changed anything?

There should be some; after all, he did so much, and the deducted luck points are real.

But has it really changed?

It seems that everything he did, and the changes he caused, were part of a trajectory that was meant to exist, simply bringing everything back on track.

In the end, we returned to the starting point. Everything was like a circle; no matter how much it swayed, it eventually completed the closed loop again.

Nothing was taken away except memories, nothing was left behind except footprints.

Nighttime, at the hotel.

Exhausted from playing all day, Miyamizu Futaba lay on her bed, looking intently at her grown-up self, and asked curiously.

"Are you really a god?"

"Yes."

Would you like some kojimasu (chewed sake)?

"I don't eat little girls' saliva."

"Does the deity need someone to help you braid the rope?"

"Need not."

"That's wonderful!" The little girl knelt on the bed with a serious expression. "Then, shall I be the priestess of the god?"

"No."

"Hey! Why...?"

“I have a shrine maiden, and I don’t like kids who go to bed all day without taking a bath and are all dirty.”

The little girl, her face flushed, jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Her shy voice came from inside, "God, you're so annoying!"

Higashino Akira sneered, "As if I need your approval."

"And I hate you too, you idiot."

Higashino Akira walked over, took out his phone, and called Miyamizu Ichiyo. Then the night outside the window grew darker and darker until darkness completely engulfed him.

[Qi Luck Consumption: 27]

[Emperor: Akira Higashino]

[Spirit: 12]

[Constitution: 6]

[Fortune: Red (4.2)]

Opening his eyes in bed, Akira Higashino took out his phone and searched for news related to Itomori.

Seeing the miracle of Itomori being hit by a falling meteor a few years ago, and how it was evacuated in an orderly manner with no casualties thanks to the advance warning from the shrine maiden of Miyamizu Shrine.

There was also a recent announcement from Yunmeng Group that they raised funds to buy land in Itomori at a low price, promising to rebuild the long-abandoned town of Itomori so that local residents could return to their homeland, and that they would gradually promote related music and film projects to promote local tourism.

After a moment of silence, he put his phone down again and pulled the blanket over his head.

My luck...

That was something he painstakingly built up over a long period of time by gradually building his harem and sleeping with anime and Japanese girls.

Heartache.

I absolutely must seek comfort from Saki's mother today!

The doorbell kept ringing, but Higashino Akira was fast asleep when Toyokawa Shoko, annoyed to no end, came over with her cat-like steps and gave him a hard shove on the head.

Who is it?

He flung open the door, and there stood a woman who seemed vaguely familiar, bearing a resemblance to someone he had known before.

"Um... I am Miyamizu Mitsuha, a priestess here to take up the post of a god. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me."

Higashino Akira took off his slippers and kicked her in the butt.

"Stop pretending! You're clearly Miyamizu Futaba, your motherly aura is practically pickled!"

How dare you act like a young girl in front of me? You have no respect for the experiences you had during your years of playing the tile-making game!

"Eh!!!"

"Was it discovered from this angle? Although I could be a mother, I can't say that to Mitsuha, she's still a genuine innocent girl, hehe."

You're just being cheeky.

What kind of psychologically mature but childish girl is she?

If she hadn't died, she'd be in her fifties and a grandmother by now. Why are you trying to act young with me?

Seeing that Higashino Akira didn't speak, Miyamizu Futaba grinned mischievously and took out a photo from her pocket. The photo showed a young woman holding a sleeping baby, secretly poking at the baby's swan with a wicked smile.

"Hey, according to seniority, some deity might even have to call me 'Auntie'."

"She was so cute when she was little, but now she doesn't even recognize her aunt. Waaah... Is this what it means for kids to go through a rebellious phase?"

Akira Higashino: Holy shit!

This is some kind of embarrassing video I can't even remember when it was taken. A fifty-year-old woman took advantage of my youth and weakness and openly messed with my penis!