I became the emperor in the comic book series.

"And Higashino-kun has only been running his business for less than a year," Kita counted on his fingers. "Less than a year, and he's built such a large enterprise and is still paying his employees so much... Sugokuni!!!"

“Maybe this is what genius is all about,” Hongxia sighed, then looked down at the screen again, especially at the small but fully-equipped subsidiary, Yunmeng Entertainment. “But honestly, with these benefits, I’d like to apply for the job myself.”

In the corner, Goto Ichiri was pretending to tune her guitar, but her ears were perked up. Hearing everyone praising her boyfriend, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it, pretending not to hear anything, and continued to strum the strings.

But the faint blush on her cheeks and the occasional secret, silly grin she gave her away.

Ichiji Nijika, with her sharp eyes, glanced at it, smiled, and didn't expose it. However, she felt a little more worried about Pochi-chan's happiness. It's not easy to get along with such an important person.

“Speaking of which,” Yamada Ryo, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, “the company that made the game ‘Okumizome Story’ belongs to the Yunmeng Group.”

"what?!"

"He told me last time that he was just a regular beta tester." He wiped away tears, feigning sadness with a cool, expressionless face.

"They were just trying to help him harvest his vegetables."

"That's stealing vegetables!" Ichiji Nijika rolled her eyes at this scumbag with a speechless expression. As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed. She widened her eyes, took out her phone, logged into her account, and then her face quickly turned black. She glared angrily at this guy.

"Ugh! Where are the strawberries I just grew in the game?"

"I've put it away for you. Go check the warehouse."

"Then why are there a few missing!"

"Hey..."

"Hey, what the hell is this?!" Following closely behind, the remaining band members, Pochi-chan and Kita, discovered that their vegetables had already been harvested ahead of time. Instantly, a furious Nijika mom grabbed the scoundrel who had set a bunch of alarms just to be the first to harvest their bandmates' vegetables, yelling, "Get your act together, you idiot!"

“Yu Dai…, save me…”

Seeing Ryou-senpai's pitiful appearance, Kita's heart softened immediately. "Um, Nijika-senpai, Ryou-senpai, she..."

"No, Kita, you're too used to catching a cold! That's not good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of large, pitiful eyes, brimming with tears, looked at her. "Hongxia... Guomenase..."

"This…"

In an instant, Hongxia's mother, who had been strictly disciplining her child, immediately softened.

"Alright...alright, it's not that I won't let you play games, but Boqi-chan has been writing the lyrics for the new song for so long, Liang, you have to put in some effort to finish the new song as soon as possible so we can get into practice."

"Right...right! Kita and Pochi-chan, you two absolutely must not follow Ryo's example. If you get addicted to games, you might not be able to find a boyfriend, lose other friends, and even end up with those blue-haired musicians with terrible personalities like Ryo who get married several times a year and have a dozen girlfriends. That would be awful!"

"Ah... ah?"

Kita glanced at the earnest-looking Nijika-senpai, then at the cool-looking Ryo-senpai, and was caught in a dilemma.

Oh no! I really like Ryo-senpai's personality, but Nijika-senpai's personality is also very gentle. They seem like they'd be a good match. How should I choose? This is such a difficult question!

Chapter 158 Repeated Defeats and Battles Against Little Mary

The following afternoon.

Akira Higashino changed into some loose, casual clothes, preparing to go out in a little while.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound coming from the direction of the door.

He walked to the entrance, opened the door, and saw no one on either side. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly felt two light taps on his knee.

When Akira Higashino looked down, he saw a little purple-haired girl dressed in tattered clothes, looking as if she had just draped a few pieces of cloth over herself and looked a bit dirty, standing in front of him.

It's small, even shorter than a small late-night snack.

This size doesn't even qualify her as a loli; she's more like a little girl.

"you are?"

“God of Poverty,” the little girl said, “someone told me you were hiring and recommended me for an interview, so I came.”

"Who told you?"

“A very poor exorcist who lived near me.”

Akira Higashino's expression was somewhat subtle, and he was unsure whether the exorcist was poor by nature or was forced into poverty by accident.

After all, they've become neighbors with the god of poverty, so it's hard to say what will happen.

Of course, it's also possible that they've fallen so far as to become neighbors with the god of poverty because they've done so poorly.

"If I remember correctly, the God of Poverty is quite famous among the eight million gods. He shouldn't be forgotten. Can you tell me why you want to come for an interview?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl shook her head, sighed, and a helpless expression appeared on her cute little face.

“I am just one of the Gods of Poverty. There are many other Gods of Poverty with similar authority throughout the country. I am famous only for being one of the Gods of Poverty, not for being any particular God of Poverty.”

"Moreover, people nowadays are no longer willing to believe in gods. Most people only visit shrines on fixed holidays each year or when traveling to certain areas. Even so, not many people would come to worship a god of poverty."

"The fewer people who come to make offerings, the less faith there will be, and the weaker my power will become."

Of course, another reason is that, as a rather unlucky deity, ordinary spirits residing in the human world are afraid of her, while powerful evil spirits and other deities find her too unlucky and are unwilling to approach her, resulting in her having very few friends.

So when she heard that a god was planning to create a fantasy world, not only paying wages but also recruiting many people, she took the initiative to come, hoping to meet new friends.

However, as a mature deity who had lived for many years, she was too embarrassed to say this reason for the sake of her image.

Higashino Akira didn't rush to speak, but instead used his Qi Observation skill on her.

[Name: Ame no Narrow Mist Goddess]

[Age: ? ? ?]

[Qualification: Gold]

Gold Qualification?

"If I remember correctly, the God of Poverty's power is to influence the wealth and fortune of those around him, right?"

"Ah."

"Can you actively control whether your ability takes effect?"

"My talent is considered quite good among those with the 'God of Poverty' attribute; I can actively control it, but I can't completely shield myself from passive influences. If I live with someone for a long time, even without taking action, it will still slightly affect their finances!"

"I see..."

Akira Higashino rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

He was naturally interested in the God of Poverty who possessed golden qualities, but how to arrange the work content after the other party joined the company was a problem.

Noticing the man's silence, the young goddess Ming's mood gradually sank, and she lost hope for the outcome of the interview.

I heard he's quite wealthy, but it's precisely in such circumstances that he'd rather not be associated with poverty.

Higashino Akira didn't answer for a long time. In her opinion, this might be an answer. So, feeling disheartened, Saki silently turned around and prepared to leave.

But just as she was about to silently turn around, a voice suddenly rang out from behind her, "If you are hired, would you be willing to be assigned to an overseas posting?"

Akira Higashino felt that he had found a more civilized and harmonious way to deal with his competitors without having to give away their wealth and status.

It's the 21st century. Fighting and killing are too crude and lack any skill. We need talent! Talent is the most important thing!

It's not that I'm bad at being good at one subject, it's that I'm bad at having no strengths or advantages at all.

.........

The mansion of the Yunmeng Group, owned by a certain property owner in Tokyo, was filled with noise.

"Up, up, up! Ascend the dragon!"

"Do you even know how to play?! Do you even know how to play?!"

"You barking dog! Come on, you try!"

Human-faced dog: "Woof?"

Actually, nowadays, they're like four bullies, going out for a few walks every day, driving away any evil spirits or wandering souls they see on their territory, and coming home after work to eat, drink, and play games. They get paid by someone else, and they don't have to bother thinking of ways to scare people and increase their strength.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman and Hanako tacitly ignored their own experience of being recruited through a forced large-scale investigation.

The only one who truly submits from the bottom of his heart is probably that stupid dog.

"By the way, have you seen Miss Mary?"

"She left yesterday and hasn't come back yet."

Out of the blue, the Slit-Mouthed Heroine asked a question.

She still felt somewhat guilty towards this group of "sisters".

Ultimately, it is because of us that everyone has ended up in this situation.

Therefore, they are also the ones who care the most about everyone.

Mary, that girl, has been sneaking out every now and then, getting all dirty, and then running back when no one's looking.

Hanako replied casually, "Who knows..."

She still couldn't get over the terrible experience that day, not because she was being investigated, but because she had encountered Mary, that incompetent teammate who wouldn't listen to orders.

In fact, it might be one or two times, but after a while, she could probably guess what was going on.

Mary, unwilling to admit defeat, went to challenge the god who had forcibly taken them in.

Otherwise, how could she have lost so badly? Every time she came back, she smelled terrible. You know, Mary's ability is the easiest way to escape. As long as she doesn't fall into a trap, basically no one can catch her.

So the only possibility is to go back and seek revenge.

But it was all for naught. It seems she never won even once. She's a typical bad player with a serious addiction. Even Hanako is too lazy to talk to her. After all, arguing too much with an idiot is beneath her.

Thinking this, Miss Hanako slowly and somewhat boredly tossed the game controller aside, handing it to the human-faced dog who had been waiting for a while. She then sat back down on the sofa, grabbed a cushion and pressed it under her face, then lay down on the sofa. She took out her phone and opened the farming game, preparing to harvest the parsnip she had planted, lest she encounter uninvited free volunteers.

Farming, mining, fishing, collecting resources in the forest, rummaging through trash cans for treasure, and accepting tasks commissioned by residents in the village.

Occasionally, I'll visit my friends' farms to check on their crops and the health of their dogs.

It feels both relaxing and busy.

Hanako silently complained to herself as her two fair and smooth legs dangled over the edge of the sofa, swaying gently up and down. Sometimes, when things got exciting, her legs would even cross over, her small and cute toes, as pink as cherries, tightly clasped together.

Chapter 159 They're so kind!

Night gradually fell.

"The takeout is here, Hanako, would you like some?"

Over there, the human-faced dog greeted them warmly.

Hanako rolled her eyes at the enthusiastic dog with a helpless look. It's an urban legend; it doesn't need to eat to live, so why does this stupid dog eat every day?

Last time, it was because of her mouth that I was caught off guard and lost my fighting ability before the fight even started.

As a result, she still can't control herself.

What a glutton!

Hanako flipped over, sat up, picked up a French fry, dipped it in some red ketchup, and took a bite.

Nearby, a human-faced dog was embracing a giant hamburger, its eating manners far from elegant.

However, since they were roommates living under the same roof, their anger towards Mary was mostly out of frustration at her lack of assertiveness. At least her attitude was acceptable; even after being recruited, she actively challenged the guy, even if there was an element of overestimating her abilities. At least she didn't end up like the human-faced dog, who was neither investigated nor beaten up, but was simply taken in as a dog.

On this one point, Hanako still approves of Mary.

We can't let her keep making stupid mistakes like this.

What's the point of a mere doll trying to be so powerful? Be careful, or it might turn from a children's doll into an adult-oriented doll.

Hanako swiped and tapped on her phone, silently searching for useful information.

A fox? No, that's not professional enough.

Eight feet tall? No way, she's a purist and not easy to fool.

A little succubus? That's great! Not just a local urban legend, but she's incredibly professional when it comes to that kind of thing between men and women—a true sex slave, only her fighting ability is a bit lacking.

But it doesn't matter. If that guy dies, it will only drag them down with him. As long as we can squeeze him dry and vent our anger, it's not unacceptable.

Hanako's eyes lit up, and her slender, fair fingers slid across the screen, quickly browsing through methods for summoning a succubus. This was a Western urban legend, and being so far away, she was likely to fail if she wasn't careful.

Suddenly, without noticing, Hanako's finger pierced directly into the phone screen.

Then, a soft exclamation came from the phone screen, "Ooh..."

Looking at the guy on the screen, clutching his chest and blushing, staring at her, Hanako silently withdrew her fingers, her face calm.

"It's you, you bastard."