Female Swordsman Training Dojo

While Misurugi was oblivious to what was going on, Harunobu turned to a woman walking towards them and asked, "Hi, sister, what's up?"

"Ah!" The woman seemed startled, but quickly regained her composure: "Hello, brother, are you also Japanese... wait!"

The woman who had approached suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Misuru: "You are, Lady Misuru?"

Misuru frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then her eyes widened: "You're Sakurako?"

"Hi! Lady Misuru!" The woman called Sakurako jumped up and down excitedly. "Thank God! My prayers came true!"

Misurugi felt a sense of unease: "What are you saying..."

But Sakurako ignored her and reached out to grab Misuruhime's wrist. Her movements were quite agile, certainly not the kind of skill an ordinary person should have. But another large hand was faster, pulling Misuruhime behind her first: "You've been a bit rude, sister."

"You're being incredibly rude, newbie!" Sakura's expression darkened as her attack missed its mark. "This was something I prayed for! It's not yours!"

“But she’s a real person, just like you and me.” Harunobu didn’t deny that he had a bit of a "let’s see what happens" mentality, but his main goal was to get Misuru-hime back to her senses. Although what she said earlier was very clear and rational, it also revealed that she felt this Garden of Eden was indeed wonderful, which wasn’t a good thing.

Although she was his wife in name only and his actual business partner, Harunobu tried his best to take care of her. Moreover, in this era, for a Japanese princess to have such ideals, Misuru-hime alone was enough for Harunobu to take extra care of her.

Sakurako scoffed at Harunobu's words: "What nonsense are you spouting! Princess Misuru is a princess of the royal family! How could she possibly be chosen by the gods!"

Misuru couldn't help but exclaim, "Aren't you also a member of the Reform Society? How could God have chosen you!"

Sakurako said with a knowing look, "Ha! I knew she wasn't a real person! Otherwise, how could she mention the Reform Society in front of outsiders? She's clearly a creation of God based on my prayers!"

Harunobu gave Misuru a strange look; the fair-skinned princess was now flushed with anger. As for the Reform Society… you could tell what kind of organization it was just from the name. It seemed Misuru truly lived up to her words.

Qingxin had strange thoughts swirling in her mind, but her face remained serious: "But I am not an outsider, but her husband and sister. Please stop being unreasonable."

Sakura was taken aback, then sneered, "What an idiot! I already told you she's a princess! You may be pretty, but you're dreaming! Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with a newbie like you who doesn't know the situation. Guys! Come here!"

As Sakura shouted, more than a dozen people surrounded her, many of them super-strong men who looked even more robust and tall than Harunobu, their muscles almost the size of a human head. They surrounded Sakura like stars around the moon, their eyes shining with sincerity and love.

Clearly, they intend to use force.

"It seems that ample supplies cannot quell all conflict. Do you know why?" Qingxin raised two fingers and made a swift, sweeping motion. The previously calm and gentle airflow instantly turned violent, slicing the charging burly men into pieces. Strangely, however, the burly men turned into a pile of white light spots as soon as they landed and dissipated into the air.

Misuru bit her lower lip, her face pale, not because of the bloody scene, but because of Sakurako's actions and Harunobu's problem. She knew the answer, of course—it was human greed.

Harunobu lowered his hand, ready to end this farce; after all, getting home was the priority. But Sakurako didn't seem to think so. Even after witnessing Harunobu chop her men to pieces, she only grew angrier, her once pretty face contorted in anger: "You idiot! You think you can do whatever you want just because you have some magic! Don't you know who you've messed with! I'm a proud Japanese Jew—hand over that woman right now!"

"Jews?" Harunobu raised his hand again and flicked it at Sakurako, a stream of air rushing towards her right hand. Sakurako, however, was not afraid at all. She even raised her hand to slap away the stream of air, while arrogantly saying, "Foolish inferior! You think your inferior magic can harm the true chosen people of God—Aaaaaah!!"

Sakura, whose right arm had been easily severed, collapsed to her knees in excruciating pain, letting out a pitiful wail. However, because her last words had caught Harunobu's attention, she managed to save her neck—temporarily.

The author says:

Author's Note: Update progress 6/30. The insect-slaying and sun-shooting scenes, the emperor's veneration and the extermination of traitors, etc., will be dealt with after Qingxin returns. Writing the foreshadowing was so difficult; I felt like I couldn't achieve the effect I wanted at all… but I can't stop updating, so…

Chapter 530: Even God Has Different Levels

Jews.

Arrogant, selfish, mercenary, and cunning, to the point that most people find them utterly detestable.

Even without memories of his past life, Qingxin had no liking for these people who loved lending money and chased profits like vultures chasing carrion. Especially in business, with Seele, who was strongly promoting anti-Jewish policies, not yet online, and Jews almost everywhere in all walks of life, Qingkong Group would inevitably have some dealings with them.

Every time Harunobu met them, he felt disgusted, even though they acted very restrained and polite. Their inherent arrogance was impossible to hide. The most ridiculous thing was that they still considered themselves God's chosen people—after they instigated the Romans to kill Jesus.

Of course, in this world, that Jesus might not actually be the Son of God, at least not the Son of the Jewish God. But this doesn't diminish the absurdity of the story, because ultimately, Jesus Christ is the most widely spread and has the largest number of followers in Christianity.

To get back to the point, Harunobu was very curious as to why Sakurako thought she was Jewish; and why, by thinking she was Jewish, she could become immune to the magic Harunobu had acquired. Surely Jews don't have innate magic immunity, do they?

So Harunobu easily picked up Sakurako, who was curled up in pain, and asked her all his questions. Sakurako cooperated and told Harunobu everything—that she had lost her other hand and a leg.

According to her, she was originally just an accountant and clerk at the Reform Society, but later converted to Christianity. After providing intelligence and even money to the Christians on several occasions, she was promoted and entered this wonderful Garden of Eden. Later, a Jewish businessman who came to Japan for business took a liking to her and her daughter, and with her consent, he raped and killed them, thus allowing her to enter this Garden of Eden.

After entering Eden alone, Sakurako began indulging in sensual pleasures, but she soon discovered that her prayers were becoming less effective. After subtly inquiring with her Jewish husband, she learned that the demands of prayer could be progressively increased.

Let's say your initial prayer limit for one loaf of bread is 1. After praying for a thousand loaves, your limit might become 100, or it might become 1000, but it will never be 1. Furthermore, there's no categorization; the more you ask for, the higher your limit becomes when you want more.

Chapter 572

The higher the price.

—Except for the Jews.

Jews can always get what they want at the lowest price, and in God's Garden of Eden, they forever hold a transcendent status, unharmed by any magic or sword. And they only need to pray to kill all those who offend them!

"Because they are God's chosen people," Sakura's Jewish master told her.

Sakurako's so-called honorable status as a Japanese Jew stemmed from the fact that she was a Jewish woman, and therefore, although not as noble as a pure-blooded Jew, she received more preferential treatment than ordinary people.

This is the principle of the one drop of Judaism.

That's all she knows; after all, she's just a fool.

Harunobu looked at Misuru, who had been silent since he began interrogating her: "Are you going to do it yourself?"

Misuru's eyelashes trembled slightly: "No, I... I don't want to see her again."

Harunobu snapped Sakura's neck, watched her turn into specks of light and dissipate into the world, and nodded slightly: "It's easier to understand than I thought. It seems that the master of this reclusive world didn't really want to hide his despicable behavior."

"What?" Before Misuruhime could even sink into the sorrow of being betrayed and her ideals shattered, she couldn't help but ask when she heard Harunobu's words.

Harunobu waved his hand and said, "It's very simple. In fact, whether it's ordinary believers or so-called noble Jews, they are all just food in this hidden world."

"You should know that a person's body and soul can actually be transformed into magical power; that's why monsters instinctively prey on humans, because humans are the most useful to their growth than most other creatures."

"And this secluded world is the same, except that it does it even more viciously. It not only drains the body, but also the soul. The so-called prayer is to squeeze out the power of faith, and once the soul is damaged, it begins to devour the body until it is completely drained and turns into those scattered specks of light."

"As for the so-called noble Jews, well, maybe the owner of this secluded world is Jewish and takes care of his own people; or maybe he simply sees that these Jews are good at making money, so he gives them a little bit of 'dog food'; in short, they are just higher-level consumables that can continuously provide new consumables."

"Also, do you remember those innocent men and women we saw when we first arrived? They were in that state after their souls were drained; and they had the same aura as those strong men I just chopped up. So the so-called prayer to produce handsome men and beautiful women is essentially just the reuse of bodies whose souls have been drained."

"Otherwise, that woman wouldn't have mistaken you for someone who clearly came from outside. After all, if it were truly a matter of creating a person out of thin air, why wouldn't she just create one in front of the worshippers?"

After rattling off a long string of words, Harunobu finally stopped, pulling his hand out of the burly man's head. After Sakurako was completely killed, it seemed a certain God finally realized something was wrong and sent his loyal followers to try and kill Harunobu.

But he clearly overestimated the fighting power of his followers, so he sent only a dozen or so burly men in armor. As a result, Qingxin killed them all without breaking a sweat.

"Finally, I finally understood why it was so quiet after we came in; this secluded world has more than one master."

Harunobu wiped the blood off his hands and walked to Misuru's side: "Catholicism, Anglicanism, Puritanism, Judaism, Eastern Orthodoxy... blah blah blah, these are all Christian religions, they all claim to believe in God and possess Eden and Heaven, but even if their homelands are relatively large, it's impossible for every power to have a hidden world, right?"

"Considering what I just said, I think this secluded world is mostly held by the 'God' behind these churches, just like their so-called democracy. We were probably ambushed by the Catholic Church, but we ended up in the territory of other churches, so we didn't face a formidable enemy right away."

"Uh, are you listening?"

Misuru took a deep breath: "Yes, I'm listening. I'm just a little surprised, how did you find out all this?"

“I also have a secluded world, and I have several divine wives and friends, so I am very clear about the characteristics of both.” Qingxin caught the enemy’s katana that was swept by the wind: “Although the secluded world is powerful, its power is by no means infinite. Even the underworld needs the support of souls; and so-called prayer is a means for gods to obtain the power of faith. The combination of the two is hard for me not to think of this.”

"And they shouldn't keep performing their empty creations in front of me..."

The power of existence is so sensitive to things that appear and disappear so frequently that it's impossible for him not to notice. But there's no need to tell Misuru-hime about this for now; the poor child's brain is already overloaded.

With a single swing of his sword, Qingxin unleashed a raging tornado that instantly took shape, disrupting the lush green mountains and clear waters, and severing the white clouds and blue sky, forcing the "God" hidden behind the scenes to reveal himself.

"It's a bit better than I expected."

Harunobu stared at the mastermind behind the scenes, whom he had actually discovered the moment he entered, and pointed his sword upwards: "Come and fight!"

Chapter 531: Exodus

A tornado, stretching to the sky and raging across the land, roared and raged. A man with a resolute face and a well-proportioned figure, dressed only in a coarse cloth robe, stood in the sky, exuding supreme majesty and profound compassion.

Below, a human, as insignificant as an ant, pointed his sword upwards, attempting to challenge the gods like an ant trying to shake a tree or a frog in a well. The lucky survivors despised the fool, hoping the gods would unleash heavenly fire and lightning to destroy him.

Sure enough, lightning flashed across the sky, the thunder roaring as if right next to our ears. In this apocalyptic scene, the supremely majestic and compassionate deity moved slowly. He raised his hands, clenched his fists, and placed them at his sides; his feet were spread apart, his toes pointed; his nostrils flared, his chest bulged, and he took a deep breath.

Then he took off running into the distance.

……

………?

Those chosen ones, Misuru-hime, even Harunobu couldn't hold back. Seriously, you're supposed to be a god, how come you didn't even hit her once and just went straight for it? And you were clearly flying, why are you using such a perfect running posture? Your movements are so smooth, were you a former runner?

Qingxin was truly struggling to contain himself and couldn't help but shake his head. But while he was struggling, the Chosen Ones were in utter despair. God had actually run away? The supreme and mighty God, with unparalleled majesty, hadn't even fought the demons before fleeing?

This must be a hallucination! Yes, it must be a hallucination—

A razor-sharp wind swept across the land, and even the strongest faith crumbled before the forces of classical mechanics. All the chosen ones fled in terror. Qingxin didn't immediately kill them all, because it wasn't necessary, and also because he wanted these chosen ones to escape.

It's common knowledge that when people are panicked, they instinctively run to places they perceive as safe. And for these chosen ones, who could feel safe even when God fled without a fight, the only places they could likely find refuge in were the territories of other gods.

Well, if they really believe there are other gods, and they know the way. But that's better than Harunobu wandering around aimlessly. If all else fails, we can always think of another way.

With a lighthearted and cheerful air, he drove all the chosen ones away. Harunobu looked back at Misuru-hime, who was still standing there, and said, "If you can't bear to watch, you can close your eyes."

Misuruhime shook her head: "I'm not a pure idealist, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hide it from my father and the others. I'm just a little sentimental. With a strong person like Harunobu in this world, is it really possible to build an ideal world?"

Harunobu walked to her side and patted the head of the princess, who was clearly starting to become more socially minded: "Why not? The strong also have their own stances and thoughts; they are also born from among people. If your ideal world is truly the best, then you will naturally strive for it."

Chapter 573

The more people support you, the greater the probability of a strong person emerging.

"Besides, if you think that's too unstable and too reliant on luck, you can become a strong person yourself; wouldn't that make it easier to build the ideal world you imagine?"

Misuruhime was somewhat tempted, but also hesitated: "But wouldn't that still be considered coercion by force..."

Qingxin sighed helplessly. This guy claimed he wasn't an idealist, yet he was trying to start a nonviolent organization. But since he was practically one of their own, Qingxin patiently said, "Adapt to local conditions and be realistic. Theory is always just theory. When it comes to reality, it always has to be changed according to the situation, and there may even be changes and additions. You can't just work with books in your head, you idiot."

Finally, Harunobu couldn't resist giving Misuruhime a light tap on the forehead. Misuruhime, who had been focused on the lecture, was startled and instinctively clutched her forehead, looking up at Harunobu with teary eyes.

How should I put it? It's kind of cute.

Harunobu suppressed his restless fingers and changed the subject: "Oh my, these guys actually know how to find other gods... So it was the priest who led the way, not bad, not bad."

Harunobu grabbed Misuruhime's hand, and a gentle breeze surrounded them: "We're going to speed up, hold on tight."

Misuru closed her eyes and hugged Harunobu's arm. Her petite body swayed in the wind like a pendant; her waist-length black hair was scattered and messy from the wind. Misuru suddenly felt a little dissatisfied. After all, according to what Shiranui Ran had told her, Taira no Harunobu would never be so rough with his wife. Why was it so different with her?

Even if I can't carry you, I can at least carry you on my back, right?

Dissatisfied, Misuru-hime muttered under her breath amidst the howling wind, "Perverted... grotesque..."

"Ok?"

But she had only uttered two words when she heard Qingxin's questioning voice, which startled her so much that she quickly shut up. Then she became even more dissatisfied, but after being startled like that, she also realized why she had suddenly acted this way.

She began to examine herself: "The sudden attack and relocation to an unknown area created a suspension bridge effect; then, my inner secrets were exposed, which created a certain complicity effect; then, I saw him display his skills, expose the enemy's true nature and conspiracy, and win without a fight, which scared away the powerful enemy and led to a certain degree of admiration."

"In the end, because of his confidence and status, he felt that Taira no Harunobu was treating him differently, so he became dissatisfied; well, that's a bit much, but anyway, he doesn't seem to care much, and saying it out loud would only make things more awkward, so there's no need to apologize, right?"

"Don't think like that anymore, Misuru. You're the woman who's going to transform Japan into an utopia! Men will only get in the way!"

Ignoring Misuru's inner turmoil, Harunobu stopped a short distance from the chosen ones. Before him stretched a vast sea to the horizon; however, on the other side of the horizon, a luxurious and sacred pure white church faintly appeared, and if one gazed at it for a while, one could even faintly hear ethereal hymns.

Those so-called chosen ones are trying every means to cross the sea to reach the church. They are using all sorts of supernatural abilities: some carry magical ships that can grow larger when submerged in water; some can simply fly; and others jump into the water and transform into sharks, swimming straight to the other side.

However, only a minority possess such abilities and treasures; most of the chosen ones can only look on with envy or try to beg or coerce others to take them along. In short, it was a scene of all kinds of people, which made Megumi temporarily forget her inner turmoil.

“It seems that over there is the territory of another God, but it won’t be easy to get there.” Harunobu looked at the church across the sea and the chosen ones brought back by the waves and sea breeze, and sighed, “What a stingy host, not hospitable at all.”

Misuru-hime felt she was getting used to Harunobu's occasional strange remarks, and said worriedly, "If they can't get through, how are we supposed to get through?"

"Well, let me try first." As Harunobu spoke, he put his arm around Misuruhime's waist and led her to the Chosen Ones. The next second, all the Chosen Ones scattered like birds and beasts, leaving Harunobu with a clearing of several hundred meters.

"What are you planning to do..." Misuru-hime's question trailed off, her tone rising, clearly indicating she was thinking of Harunobu's plan. In fact, anyone who had read the Bible would likely think of this when faced with this situation.

Harunobu raised his katana high, black mist and blood flames simultaneously coiling and climbing up the blade before soaring into the sky. Thunderous breaths and raging winds whipped the beach and palm trees, causing the chosen ones to fall to the ground in utter terror.

Then, Harunobu swung his sword.

The sea parted before Harunobu, revealing the seabed's silt and the corpses of marine life caught in the turmoil. The only drawback was that the sword only separated the sea by four or five hundred meters, still far from reaching the other side of the horizon.

Misuru-hime didn't know whether she should feel regret or relief. But in any case, she felt it was time to consider the next thing: "Harunobu, how about we just fly over there? Harunobu?"

Harunobu waved to Misuruhime and connected with the telepathic communication that had suddenly become clear in his mind: "Don't worry, I'm fine. How about you guys?"

"That's great!" The wives' chatter came like waves, pounding on Harunobu's head: "We're fine too! But we've been cleaning up those Christian idiots these past few days."

"Sigh, the teachers' college won't even let us kill more. If you ask me, those idiots who believe in the Cross should be killed too!"

"Oh, right, someone even brought us gifts to surrender, but they said there was no way to save you, Teacher's College, so..."

After a while of noise, the girls finally quieted down, leaving space and energy for Qingxin and the other leaders.

"Speaking of which, I have something to ask you."