My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Following the principle of "the less trouble, the better," Geng Tai opened the door and invited the old man into the living room.

He placed the two large bags of vegetables he bought in the kitchen, then made two cups of tea and brought them out to the old man.

He doesn't know how to make desserts, so when Hui wants some, she just goes to the store to buy them.

It's not appropriate to serve Hui's leftovers when entertaining guests now, so we simply decided not to serve any snacks and just make a cup of tea instead.

The old man took a small sip of tea, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He could tell that this tea was very expensive, not something an ordinary person could afford.

He was also a tea lover, and seeing a fellow enthusiast, his goodwill towards Kouta increased considerably.

"I didn't realize this young man was such a tea lover."

"I drink it when I'm at home and have some free time," Kouta replied. Actually, he bought all the tea for Hui, who doesn't like coffee but prefers tea.

He didn't know much about tea, so he had to buy the expensive kind. Anyway, for him now, having more or less money just meant sacrificing a little sleep at night.

"How much does this young man know about our town?"

"I don't know much about it." Kouta shook his head.

In his previous life, Hui had always handled these matters. Even if something happened, he would go home and tell Hui. This was the first time he had come into contact with the staff of the town association.

"Then let me explain it to you properly..."

So the man began to explain to Kouta the membership requirements, responsibilities, obligations, and rights of their town's association, and so on...

After listening, Kouta discovered that apart from paying a small monthly membership fee, the town association was very flexible in other aspects. Attending meetings, hearings, and the like was optional and not mandatory.

The membership fee wasn't much, just over one hundred yen per month.

Kouta nodded, indicating his willingness to join.

Upon seeing this, the old man smiled and took out a form from his bag for Gengtai to fill out.

While Kouta was filling out the form, the old man casually asked, "Young man, where is your wife?"

"She's sleeping."

"Oh~." The old man looked at Kouta in surprise and sighed, "There are very few good men like this young man nowadays."

"Not at all, I'm still far from good enough," Kouta replied modestly.

After filling out the form, Kouta stamped his and Hui's seals in the signature area, and then handed the membership fee and a full year's dues to the old man.

The old man accepted the form, but only paid the membership fee.

Seeing Kouta's confusion, he explained, "Young man, Mr. Miyanomori paid all the membership fees for our Utazu Town this year."

“Mr. Miyazaki?” Kouta paused for a moment, feeling that the name sounded familiar, and then he remembered.

【Miya no Mori】Isn't that the surname of the missing young lady reported in yesterday's news?

"Why did that Mr. Miyazaki help us pay?"

Without hesitation, the old man replied, "Mr. Miyazaki is a kind-hearted man. He must have wanted to do something for us ordinary people. You don't know, until a few months ago, there were always homeless people in our park. When Mr. Miyazaki learned about this, he came to comfort those homeless people and made sure they were settled in a safe place. Alas, there are very few good people like Mr. Miyazaki these days."

“Really? Mr. Miyazaki is such a kind person,” Kouta chimed in.

He recalled the district councilor's campaign speech that he and Hui had seen a few days ago while strolling in the park. The banner hanging on the election vehicle looked like it belonged to someone named Kensuke Miyamori.

Considering the district council elections that have been repeatedly reported on television recently, it's clear that this Mr. Gong Zhisen probably wants to enter politics.

"Is there anything else? If not..." Kouta began to usher him out.

He had no interest in politics and didn't care whether Gong Zhisen or Gong Zhilin were good people. In short, he just wanted to be left alone.

The old man understood what Gengtai meant, but instead of getting angry, he moved closer to Gengtai and asked, "Young man, are you religious?"

"..." Kouta was taken aback, then replied, "I don't believe it."

Upon hearing this, the old man became even more excited. He pulled a book from his pocket and said, "Young man, I'm telling you this because I think you're a good person."

The old man suddenly became mysterious.

"I'm telling you this in secret, but don't tell anyone else."

Actually... the world we live in is about to be destroyed!

The one true God is about to descend upon the world to deliver the ultimate judgment on humanity's sins! Do you know why the entire human race on Earth lost consciousness months ago? That was a sign of the true God's imminent arrival!

The day the true God descends, all of humanity will perish. At that time, no matter how much money, power, or status you have, it will all be in vain.

However, as long as one joins the True God Cult and becomes a follower of the One True God, one can be spared from destruction!

After the old man finished speaking, he raised his head high, giving him an expression that said, "You'd better beg to join."

Kota: "..."

He knew that since the incident a few months ago, a large number of churches had sprung up in Japan.

These new churches all promoted the incident as the power of what they called God, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

Although the government continued to promote it as just a special astronomical phenomenon and tried to downplay its impact with other information.

However, the public is not stupid.

When science cannot provide a perfect explanation, religion becomes the only option.

Kouta scoffed at this so-called True God Cult, thinking to himself: "One True God? What a cringeworthy name."

He doesn't believe in gods.

However, he had no intention of debating with these religious figures.

After all, you can't prove the truth or falsehood of something that can't be proven to exist.

“I understand, but I’m an atheist, so…”

“Hey, young man, you don’t think Grandpa is lying to you, do you? I’ll tell you the truth.” The old man pointed to the charlatan-like man on the book cover and said with awe and piety, “This is our cult leader. He could see things that ordinary people couldn’t see when he was young. After growing up, he was completely enlightened and gained the ability to summon the souls of famous people in history.”

When the true God was watching over this world, he received the true God's will to select believers for God.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have said anything to them. It's only because Grandpa likes the young man that he gave you this opportunity.

"So, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and join our True God Cult and embrace God!"

"Sigh, old man, let me tell you the truth. The true god you speak of... is actually me. I've been in the realm of gods for too long..."

Kouta hadn't finished speaking yet.

The old man looked at him with disappointment, then sighed, put the book on the table, and said, "I'll leave this doctrine on the table. Read it carefully, and if you change your mind, call the number on the back of the book."

Kota was stunned.

It turns out this book, which is as thick as an advanced mathematics textbook, is actually a religious text. Are religions this complicated these days?

After the old man finished speaking, he left the room with a regretful expression.

Chapter 419 Unconsciousness and Medical Treatment

We saw the elderly man out of the courtyard gate and exchanged a few final words of greeting.

Kouta returned to the house and, as he passed through the living room, casually tossed the book of doctrines on the table into the trash can.

Then I went into the kitchen and started busily chopping vegetables and cooking.

After preparing a lavish breakfast, it was already 9:30 in the morning. Hui still hadn't come downstairs. He was used to it by now. He washed his hands, took off his apron, went upstairs, and opened the door to Hui's bedroom.

"Hui, wake up!"

Upon entering the room, Kouta spoke softly towards the bed.

But there was no movement from the bed.

Upon seeing this, Kouta smiled gently. Having spent so much time together, he already knew very well how difficult it was to get Hui out of bed.

He slowly approached the bedside, leaned down slightly, and saw Hui's stunningly beautiful face. His gaze swept over her eyelashes, which resembled butterflies at rest, and her lips, which were as red as a begonia. Finally, his gaze landed on her fragrant shoulder, which was inadvertently exposed. Her breathing was a little rapid, and her skin was as white as milk. Her silk nightgown was slightly disheveled. Even the most precious pearl in the world could not compare to the radiant glow of her skin.

Even though he had seen this scenery countless times, Kouta still felt like he was dreaming when he saw it again.

He was terrified that in the next instant, reality would shatter and the dream would end.

"Hui, wake up, the sun's already high in the sky."

He reached out and gently stroked Hui's cheek, feeling its delicate texture, as if he could break it with the slightest pressure.

However, Hui remained quietly with her eyes closed, without making a sound.

Kouta's hand began to slide down, touching Kei's chin, neck, collarbone, and other sensitive areas.

He already knew Hui's body inside and out, and knew every sensitive spot on Hui's body. These sensitive spots were fatal to Hui, who was ticklish. When the two of them were playing around, he only needed to attack these "weak points" and Hui would surrender and let him do whatever he wanted.

Even if I wanted to pretend to be asleep, I couldn't resist.

But today is different.

Hui remained motionless.

"Hui, there's something delicious to eat, wake up!" Kouta gently patted Hui's cheek again, but she still didn't react.

"Hui, if you don't get up, I'm going to use my ultimate move!"

Hui: "..."

"Hui, you forced me to do this, so don't be angry later." Seeing that Hui still ignored him, Kouta had no choice but to use his ultimate move.

His hand slid over Hui's lips, then moved to her delicate nose, and with a slight pinch of his thumb and forefinger, he deformed her nose.

As is typical, when his hand touched Hui's nose, Hui couldn't help but wake up.

But this time, after 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds, I let go of his hand, afraid of really hurting Hui.

He said in a conceding tone, "Hui, stop playing around, I give up! I give up! You win, get up, it's almost noon."

The result, of course, was completely useless.

Kouta looked at the unmoved Hui with a headache, feeling that Hui was deliberately going against him.

Left with no other option, he resorted to this drastic measure: "Hui, if you don't get up, I'm going to do something embarrassing."

As Kouta spoke, he lifted the blanket off Hui, revealing the girl's slender body.

Hui was only wearing a loose nightgown made of fine silk, which was of exceptional quality. It was smooth and silky, revealing yet concealing the wearer, and would not wrinkle no matter how much it was crumpled. At the same time, the price was prohibitive.

I only wore this nightgown because Kouta insisted on it.