Tokyo Soft Rice King.

The turning point in life is when a slight difference can lead to a huge disparity.

If I hadn't met him, I might have really become a so-called "goddess" or even a prostitute selling my body.

"And what about you?"

"Oh, speaking of which, we haven't exchanged names yet..."

It's quite strange that after talking for so long and even signing a cooperation agreement, we still don't know each other's names.

Kuroba Akira shook his head and chuckled, then put his hands on his hips and said.

"My name is Akira Kuroba, and I'm just an ordinary male high school student."

"Hei Yu Ming...Hei Yu, Ming...Ming..."

The girl repeated the name over and over again, as if to memorize it, until she could call him just that...

"Wise ruler, may I call you that?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

In Japan, it seems that only close friends call each other by their first names; they usually use their surnames as a respectful address. For example, the class president is called "Kuroba-kun" or "Kuroba-kun".

But Kuroba Akira didn't really care about that. He used to work at a game company, and he used nicknames more often.

"Now that I've told you my name, you should tell me yours too."

"I am Shion Murasomiya. You can also call me by my name, Shion."

"Oh ho..."

The name Shion reminded Kuroba Akira of a sadistic white-haired maid, the complete opposite of long black hair.

Is there a problem?

"No, I think the name has a great meaning. Just by looking at the name, I know you will definitely become famous, extremely popular, and incredibly successful."

"A strange statement..."

What Kuroba Akira said after that was actually a pun, but it didn't have that flavor when said in Japanese.

So Kuroba Akira changed to an even more straightforward way of saying it.

“What I mean is, you don’t need to be some kind of goddess girl; I will make you your own god.”

Chapter Twenty: Old Tokyoite and the Little Licking Cat

They signed a contract, exchanged names, and made grand pronouncements.

So what should we do next...?

I'll go home, have a meal, then wash up and go to bed.

After all, tomorrow is the start of the new semester, and I'll be going back to school (and jail) again.

However, the thought of being able to eat the bento boxes made by the class president starting tomorrow gave Kuroba Akira a glimmer of anticipation for the boring school life.

"Then we should probably head back now."

After nodding, Murasaki no Miyako poured another bottle cap of milk and continued feeding the cat.

"Okay, but Blacktail seems to want to drink more. Should we go back and feed it again?"

"No need, just leave the bottle of milk here. Blacktail is a smart cat, it will find a way to drink it all by itself."

Murasaki no Miyako blinked, looking puzzled.

"Aren't you going to bring Kuro-wei home?"

"Black Tail wasn't my cat to begin with. It probably didn't consider me its owner. It just came to my place to freeload meals. Even if you wanted to take it back, it wouldn't come with you, and it wouldn't let anyone touch it."

"Meow meow meow!"

Kuroo immediately turned around and barked at Kuroba Akira a few times in protest, as if to say, "I'm not freeloading! I'm accepting offerings from humans!"

Kuroba Akira naturally gave him a perfunctory look.

Yes, yes, yes, it was cats that domesticated humans and came to rule the world.

"I see……"

Murasaki accepted this explanation, but hesitated as she looked at the milk bottle in her hand.

"But I want to keep the empty bottle as a souvenir..."

After all, that milk was obtained by sacrificing one's life, so it certainly has sentimental value.

But if I keep feeding them with the bottle cap, I don't know how long I'll have to keep doing it... If I go back any later, they might not get any food.

Just then, Blacktail very understandingly barked twice at Murasaki no Miyako, then jumped onto the offering box and made a claw-sharpening motion.

Having spent a lot of time with Kuroo, Akira Kuroba was able to read the cat's intentions. When it sharpened its claws in a place that was not suitable for it, it was trying to tell the human to use its dexterous fingers, which it did not have, to help it open things that it could not open.

"It seems it's telling us to open the offering box."

"what?"

Murasaki no Miyako didn't know that the kitten could convey such complex information, so she just made a questioning sound again, and then watched Kuroba Akira walk over and open the offering box.

There wasn't a single coin in the offering box, only an empty bowl.

I was hoping to find the coins I couldn't get from the vending machine in the donation box... but I still got nothing!

I really didn't have much luck with money today... but getting to know Hitomi Anri and Shion Murasaki was the biggest gain.

Kuroba Akira picked up the bowl and examined it. To his surprise, the bowl was quite clean, without a speck of dust. The inner wall of the bowl even had a pattern resembling a magatama, making it look quite like an antique work of art.

But why is there a bowl in the offering box?

Speaking of which deity is enshrined in this abandoned shrine?

No, what's even stranger is... is there an abandoned shrine nearby?

Even the smallest shrine couldn't be abandoned, right? After all, this is Chiyoda Ward in Tokyo.

Chiyoda Ward, one of the six central wards of Tokyo's 23 wards, is the least populated ward in Tokyo, but also the most important.

Because this is the center of power in Japan.

The Imperial Palace, the National Assembly Building, the Supreme Court, and the Cabinet Office—all these important places are located in this area.

Therefore, many politicians, bureaucrats, and celebrities also live in this area.

To put it in a more easily understandable way...

This is within the first ring road of Beijing!

Therefore, houses in Chiyoda Ward are the most expensive in all of Tokyo... no! They should be said to be the most expensive in all of Japan!

Even if it is just a residential building, it is very expensive, reaching a terrifying price of 3 million per square meter. The average price of each unit is around million yen, which is equivalent to about million RMB. It can be said to be the Japanese's own Tomson First Floor.

That's why Kuroba Akira said that Kobayashi's grandma was a real rich woman. Her seemingly ordinary one-house house in Chiyoda Ward was a quaint courtyard house that an ordinary person might not be able to afford even a toilet in ten lifetimes.

Therefore, Kuroba Akira admired the deceased time traveler even more, because Granny Kobayashi mentioned that her husband had said he must buy a house here when he was young, and the house prices were not so outrageous back then.

Grandpa Kobayashi is truly a remarkable person to have settled down in the very heart of Tokyo and become a long-time Tokyo resident!

From then on, Kuroba Akira regarded Grandpa Kobayashi as a role model for transmigrators. If one day he could afford a house in Chiyoda Ward, he would have achieved his goal of living a comfortable life.

Incidentally, Akihabara is also located in Chiyoda Ward.

However, Akihabara in this world has not yet completely become a mecca for otaku culture, and people's first impression of Akihabara is still that of an electronics district.

During the summer vacation, Kuroba Akira also visited Akihabara a few times. He found that the number of maid cafes, manga cafes, and arcades had increased, and the competition had become more intense. Everywhere, girls in mini-skirts and maid outfits were handing out flyers to attract customers, and the sales of Toranoana's new doujinshi were constantly breaking records... It seems that the entertainment industry is booming.

In short, it is very strange that a shrine would be abandoned in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, a place where land is extremely valuable.

However, this is a parallel world after all. Even a shrine that enshrined war criminals has been demolished and turned into a park, so it doesn't seem impossible for there to be abandoned shrines...

"Meow!"

Kuroba Akira was awakened by the cat's meow and immediately put the bowl on the ground.

"This is what you want, right?"

"Meow~"

The black-tailed cat meowed in a drawn-out tone, sounding like it was saying "yes~", and then tapped the inside of the bowl with its little paw.

Even Murasaki no Miyako now understood Kuroo's intention: to have her pour the milk into the bowl.

Murasaki no Miyagi poured milk while sighing with emotion.

"What a clever cat..."

"After all, it can bring me to you, so you can take the empty bottle with you."

"Thank you again, Blacktail. You are the smartest and cutest cat I have ever met."

"Meow~"

What followed left Kuroba Akira speechless.

When she saw Murasaki about to reach out to Kuroo, Akira Kuroba originally wanted to remind her to avoid Kuroo scratching her hand.

However, when Murasaki reached out her hand, before she could even touch the cat's head, Kuroo had already brought her little head close and rubbed against Murasaki's hand, making a comfortable purring sound.

No, Blacktail, you freaking... are you a cat licker?! You can't be! You shouldn't be!

Even more outrageous, Black Tail actually lay down on the ground and exposed her belly... Kuroba Akira only found out today that Black Tail was a female cat.

Blacktail, you little rascal... what are you doing?! Where is your feline aloofness and dignity?! You're not allowed to show that embarrassing, ingratiating look towards humans!

I've been feeding you for half a year, and you won't even let me touch you. How can a woman who only fed you once today make you show your belly?

So why can't I touch pretty girls?

I hate it!

Chapter Twenty-One: The Male Guest Refused to Hold Hands

Kuroba Akira was so angry he gritted his teeth and vowed in his heart that he would never feed that little beast again.

On the other side, Murasaki no Miyako also emptied the milk, screwed the cap back on, and stood up.

then……