I have an unlimited number of shikigami

That kid finally decided to improve.

In the heart of Omikami, there was a sense of joy, like that of an old mother seeing her son make progress.

In the increasingly restless environment of the Underworld, the faster the little guy grows up, the better... Thinking of this, the Great God looked at Mount Miyama, his eyes piercing through the mountain and seeing the scene inside Fujiwara Izaya's domain.

As luck would have it, Omikami witnessed the scene where the young man, in order to woo a girl, said he would steal Amaterasu's corona and give it to her.

Omikami subconsciously touched the golden crown on his head.

Then, the boy kissed the girl.

She frowned slightly.

"spit."

Suddenly, a bright light shone on the dark sea.

Everyone on the deck looked up at the same time.

A goddess radiating a warm glow descended from the sky.

Adorned with a golden sun crown and regal court attire, her flawless beauty exudes maturity, composure, and solemnity. She is the ruler of Takamagahara, the supreme deity of Shintoism, the progenitor of the imperial family, and the sun goddess…

"Greetings, Omikami—"

They all knelt down on the deck in a panic.

Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi, who were inside the cabin, also flew to the sky above the cruise ship and bowed from afar.

"Greetings, Omikami!"

The mountain goddess's wives also had to follow suit and bow.

Although they didn't like Amaterasu, she was, after all, their husband's future boss, so they still had to show her some respect.

Even the Yellow Spring Thunder God, who was relentlessly bombarding Yushan, stopped and looked at this side with a wary expression, not daring to make any rash moves.

Amaterasu's gaze slowly circled around.

Immediately afterwards, her bright, sun-like eyes turned to Yu Shan.

Her fingers brushed past her ear, and the magatama hair ornament on her hairpin suddenly shone brightly. In the next instant, she tossed the ornament aside, and the magatama flew like a golden sun, crashing heavily onto the Imperial Mountain.

The insignificant mountain god is utterly powerless before the mighty supreme god.

With a snap.

The Yushan territory was breached in an instant.

Fujiwara Izaya, who had just released his senior's lips, suddenly stiffened.

He felt an extremely dangerous aura lock onto him. Turning his head, the first thing he saw was the old woman's tightly taut, cold and beautiful face—the Great Goddess was angry, the kind that couldn't be appeased.

Chapter 203. Amaterasu and Izanami!

The appearance of the Great God made the sea calm again.

Everyone seemed to realize the danger had passed, and smiles returned to their faces. The cruise ship once again shone brightly, floating on the boundless sea like a palace on the water.

As soon as Fujiwara Izaya returned to the deck, Mrs. Kasahara grabbed his ear and dragged him into a side room.

Mrs. Hoshimi followed her in. In the dim candlelight, Amaterasu lightly flicked her sleeve. The sound was low and soft, like water flowing silently beneath a stream. Then she glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, her lips slightly parted: "Do you dare to remove my golden crown?"

The bright yet serene lamplight shone on her snow-white face.

The power of the supreme god, combined with a melodious voice and a slightly provocative tone, would make anyone who heard it have wild fantasies.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and dared not speak.

Ahead of him, Amaterasu, seated at the head of the table, gazed at him with a meaningful expression. The two chairpersons to his side knelt upright, occasionally glancing at him with gloating looks.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and Amaterasu gently raised her hand.

Fujiwara Izaya was forced to raise his head.

His body moved forward a few meters and knelt at Amaterasu's feet.

In his line of sight, he could see the Great God's bare feet, the graceful curves of his ankles were beautiful. Looking slightly upwards, he saw a large expanse of snow-white skin on his exposed calves, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Amaterasu lowered her head, her gaze calmly falling on the back of his head.

“Lift your head,” she commanded.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to raise his head.

Amaterasu gently rose and stood in front of him.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously took a step back as the Great God took his steps.

Amaterasu pressed closer, kicking Fujiwara Izaya to the ground and sizing him up.

His cool, aloof face held a hint of amusement, as if he were brewing some wicked idea.

The two chairpersons stared wide-eyed at Fujiwara Izaya from behind, threatening him not to make any rash moves.

Fortunately, Amaterasu didn't go any further. She stepped back slightly, a captivating blush appearing on her snow-white neck. Looking down at Fujiwara Izaya, she asked in a cool voice, "Isn't Oomikami beautiful?"

"It's beautiful..." Fujiwara Izaya almost cried.

"Then why give Omikami's things to his little lover?"

"...Isn't that just sweet talk?"

"So he was just lying to his lover."

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya dared not refute this now.

"Oh, are you lying to Rinko?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her with gentle eyes. "Does Fujiwara-kun really think that way?"

Fujiwara Izaya quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Auntie Miko, please spare me!"

"No, I'm angry."

Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head away from him in a huff.

The dim candlelight made her shrine maiden's robes appear as white as snow, and her long, beautiful, dark hair flowed down, forming a gorgeous black silk.

What a nice view!

Although the loose-fitting shrine maiden outfit couldn't perfectly accentuate Hoshimi-sama's figure, the flowing fabric made her appear like a fairy descended to earth, so pure and flawless that one dared not look directly at her.

Fujiwara Izaya, with his hands supporting Amaterasu, looked at Mrs. Hoshimi and said, "Miss Miko, I've decided to put the Ōmikami's golden crown on your head first."

This is simply a case of being blinded by beauty.

Amaterasu stiffened slightly, then raised her fist and smashed it into his head.

"puff!"

The floorboards were all punched through.

"Ah~" Mrs. Hoshimi covered her mouth abruptly, looking worriedly at the headless Fujiwara Izaya.

Mrs. Kasahara, however, still had a smile on her face.

The little guy's greatest skill is his ability to withstand damage, something she knows all too well. In the past, every day when she would sneak to Asakusa Shrine, she would spar with him. No matter how hard she punched him, the little guy would still be jumping around and continuing to take advantage of her.

Fujiwara Izaya's head was buried in the floor, and he grimaced as he said, "Aunt Amaterasu, you went too far! If I hadn't just become the Demon King, you probably would have smashed my head open with one punch..."

The word "Auntie" softened Amaterasu's expression considerably.

Seeing his obedient and motionless appearance, she finally let go of him and sat back down at the head of the table.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled.

The reason she unwaveringly supports Fujiwara Izaya is because she witnessed his relationship with Oomikami in the deserted town; standing by his side is definitely the right thing to do.

Fujiwara Izaya got up and scratched his head.

Amaterasu snorted coldly: "Aren't you going to sit properly?"

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to crawl back and sit down at her feet.

A gentle breeze, carrying a misty spray, stirred her magnificent dress, its soft fabric billowing like flowing clouds, revealing her slender, flawless legs. She gazed quietly at Fujiwara Izaya, her entire being radiating a soft, gentle glow.

She truly deserves to be called the Goddess of the Sun!

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her, then automatically and consciously pulled her calves into his arms and gently massaged them, a flattering smile on his face.

"Why did you come down again?" he asked softly.

“Things have taken a turn for the worse, and I had to come down to see what was going on.” Amaterasu pulled her clothes tighter, clinging to her noble body. “Whatever happens in the human world, Takamagahara will not interfere. But if the Kingdom of Yomi is also involved, Takamagahara will not stand idly by.”

"Has the Kingdom of the Underworld colluded with the demon race?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Amaterasu reached out and smoothed his slightly disheveled hair, instructing him, "You need to go to Takamagahara as soon as possible and put pressure on Yomi from there, otherwise the Mother Goddess will use all her energy to deal with the human world."

Fujiwara Izaya originally wanted to say that it was none of his business, but looking into the Supreme God's clear and serious eyes, the words that came out were: "Yes, please rest assured."

"what?"

Amaterasu was somewhat surprised.

Why is this little rascal being so obedient today?

A moment of silence fell over the room, the candlelight casting a warm glow.

"I can't escape, what else can I do but agree?" Fujiwara Rin said irritably.

Amaterasu looked into Fujiwara Izaya's dark eyes, which also flickered with warmth, and finally said gently, "Like your father, leave a descendant in the world to receive what you left behind."

Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi both remained silent.

As Fujiwara Izaya pondered something, he lifted the robe of Amaterasu's magnificent dress, his fingertips gently touching Ōmikami's flawless skin.

Amaterasu lazily lay down on her side.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the hair on her forehead and highlighting her exquisite face.

The beauty of Oomikami cannot be described in just a few words. Aside from her superb figure and flawless face, it is the indescribable ethereal charm and otherworldly aura that truly make her irresistible.

She is the one and only supreme god.