I, the god, recruit witches to make money

The whole person shrank.

The snow-white tabi wrapped around her delicate white ankles was too warm and she could clearly feel the sweat coming out.

She held a lotus-shaped lamp in her hand. The flame of the wick was flickering, but not as bright as usual. She used half of it to monitor the situation in the Yoshikawa family outside.

Time passed as she waited. Jun Komori was not anxious. She was very patient and watched the time turn to half past seven.

Yoshikawa Reiko walked out the door.

Jun Komori controlled the inner demon to float towards the back of her neck and land directly on her collar. The flame had no temperature, so there was no need to worry about burning through her clothes.

The heart demon on the wick suddenly grew larger, rolled up 360 degrees clockwise, and rolled her in.

Her inner ghost cannot go too far now. One and a half kilometers is the limit. If it exceeds this distance, she will be completely out of control.

If Yoshikawa Reiko wanted to take a car, it would obviously be more than 1.5 kilometers away. If it was so close, she could definitely walk there.

Therefore, Jun Komori had reason to suspect that the other party was going to a very far place.

The vehicle that picks up the believers is a bus.

Jun Komori followed behind, and on the way he met some people chasing monsters and some people hunting evil spirits.

The flames of the inner ghost emerged in the darkness of the city. She did not stop and focused her energy on her orders.

There was no brainwashing talk inside the bus, it was very quiet, and the speed was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

There were many people passing by along the way, mostly middle-aged and elderly people.

Only at this age do we have enough regrets, and are unable to resolve them ourselves. We can only long for the mercy of the God who is high above and looks down on all living beings.

……

When the bus was full, it drove directly to the destination, turned off the main road, headed towards a remote and deserted path, and finally stopped at an abandoned factory with a shabby appearance.

The dark blue iron gate was covered with mottled red rust, and large patches of wall paint had fallen off, revealing the dark cement underneath.

Weeds grew wildly, almost covering the entire open space in front of the factory. Five buses ran over it, leaving some traces.

This place is not the same as what Jun Komori imagined.

The man in bright red clothes stood up and said to the believers, "We are here, get off the bus."

They all stood up, still remaining silent, but their eyes and expressions seemed more solemn, as if they had stepped into the area where God was.

Carefully follow the man in red into the factory.

“Plop, plop.”

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly, the cold air filled with dust pressed against the skin, and the turbid environment made people frown.

The machines inside the abandoned factory had long been moved out, and believers from all over Tokyo gathered here.

The bright sunlight shone through the narrow window, like a veil, and could only barely illuminate parts of the factory.

The overall environment was extremely dim and difficult to see.

A spark quietly emerged from the corner of the woman's trousers, went out of sight, and began to float into the air.

The believers were dressed in casual clothes, but the church members were not. They were all wearing red clothes that were easily recognizable. There were nine of them, emitting faint fluctuations of Dharma thoughts, and their strength was that of extraordinary people in the first realm.

There are so many extraordinary people in this sect?

Jun Komori was surprised and looked at the makeshift platform again. There were bronze pillars on it and twisted human faces were wrapped around the surface. This god didn't look like a good god at all.

"Everyone," the bishop, whose face was almost covered with the words "benevolence and righteousness", came on stage, raised his slightly fat hand, and said loudly, "Let us pay tribute to the great...

A spark suddenly grew larger and turned into a fireball like a small sun in the northwest corner of the factory.

"?" The bishop tilted his head, wondering what was going on, when the fireball exploded into nine meteors that streaked across the sky and accurately hit them.

"Ahhhh!"

The bishop wailed and tried hard to put out the flames in his body, but he could not stop the flames from spreading through his pores, evaporating his blood, and then roasting his blood vessels and internal organs.

The bishop fell on the stage, his appearance dark and emitting the smell of barbecue.

"I don't need any sacrifices, and I won't fulfill any of your wishes!"

"God never loves the world!"

Jun Komori believes that simply killing or telling them from personal experience will not dispel their faith, so it is better to pretend to be that god and tell them the cruel reality.

It can also be considered as a side way of completing my commission.

"Funny little girl."

The murmurs were not coming from the factory, but from around me?!

……

Jun Komori immediately brought the factory's heart ghost back to his side and turned to look at the blond young man who spoke.

The other person was dressed in standard elite attire.

He wore a pair of shiny black leather shoes, a dark purple suit that fit his body tightly, as if it was tailor-made by a high-end craftsman, and his golden hair was neatly combed back.

Elegant and formal.

"Who are you?" Jun Komori's face was full of vigilance. She never relaxed her attention around her, but she still didn't notice how the other person appeared next to her.

"Marvin Nichols."

The man gave his name in a gentle voice. "Don't be nervous. Those losers can die. You are much more valuable than them."

"I didn't ask for your name. You're not human."

Komori Jun's eyes turned cold and his white fingers tightly gripped the lamp handle.

The smile on the young man's face disappeared, and he stared into those eyes, which were like a fine red wine, emitting a luster that made people unable to look away. "See God's Eyes~ I think it will be okay for me to let you see my true form."

An illusory figure emerged from behind the young man. He was so tall that it was impossible to describe him in words.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe of various colors and had on his head a golden double crown that naturally sparkled with light, as if supporting the entire sky.

god? !

Jun Komori was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party was not a fraudulent religion, but a religion with real gods residing in it.

"Why are you here?"

"It is difficult for us to have our true bodies descend upon this world, but we can have them descend temporarily through spirit children."

The illusory figure disappeared, and the blond young man's expression remained gentle, "You smell like Niklas."

"?" Jun Komori had an idea in his mind, but he was not sure.

"In your human terms, he is the God of Spring. He is a guy that disgusts me."

The blond young man smiled and said, "Isn't it possible that He took away something important from you?"

"..."

Jun Komori did not answer, and the flames of the inner demon increased sharply.

The blond youth looked at the flame with interest. The coldness and brutality in the flame did not match his sheep-like appearance at all. "Did you become a transcendent because you want to take revenge on Him?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Jun Komori answered coldly.

"Haha, if you want revenge you need strength."

The gentle words rang out, echoing in the empty mountains and forests. “He” raised his hand and said, “Year after year, day and night, hard training.”

"One in a million, a gift far beyond the average person."

"Can these... really gain power?"

"Ah."

He chuckled, mocking the so-called genius and hard work of mankind, "In the end, all you gain is just a body that is exhausted and tattered."

Xiao Senjun's face was as gloomy as water. "What do you want to say?"

"Humans, after all, have their limits."

He smiled and changed his hand into a handshake. “Abandon your human identity and merge with me. Then you will gain the power that is truly worthy of being called power!”

"What if I refuse?"

Facing Jun Komori's distrust, He did not get angry, but just smiled and said: "That only shows that you have not yet realized the situation you are facing. It is impossible to defeat Nicolas alive with human strength."

A ring appeared in His palm. It had an ancient appearance and blue lines on its surface. "When you wear this oath ring, you will gain a powerful force beyond your imagination, which will help you realize any wish."

"You think I'll believe it?"

Jun Komori never shows any kindness to his enemies and always remains alert like a hungry wolf.

He smiled and said, "As long as you desire revenge, fate will push you to my side, and no one can stop you."

The blond young man's body turned from solid to virtual, "I will wait for the day when you wear the ring."

He disappeared.

Jun Komori took a look at the hanging ring and had no intention of touching it, fearing that there might be a trap.

She simply used the Heart Demon to roll herself up and turned into a fire meteor returning to Nohara Shrine.

……

"Haha, you can't do it!"

The dark-haired man laughed.

"Nagging..." muttered the woman with purple cherry eyes. She fell down in the corridor, her long hair spread out behind her head. Her swaying hands unconsciously lifted up her black vest, revealing her slender waist.

The surface is as white as jade.

The rhythm of "mountain" made the man feel dry in the mouth again, and he took another sip of wine, "You really can't do it."

“I can still drink…”

Jian Ju muttered, turned over, and continued drinking in his drunken dream.

Shiraishi shook his head, and his head became light.

The flames came from far away and exploded into pieces of fire when they landed in the courtyard. A girl with picturesque features walked out from inside.

"Shiraishi-kun, something terrible has happened."

Her tone was somewhat anxious.

“Is the order not settled?”

Bai Shi was not in a hurry, he stood up slowly and said, "Then let me move around for a while."

Komori Jun frowned slightly and said worriedly, "Shiraishi-kun, you should sober up first..."

"Komori."

Bai Shi came closer, and the smell of alcohol on his breath fell on her pink cheeks. "Well, no need to say more, I understand. Go warm my bed, ah, no, make the bed, I'll be back soon."

Chapter 222 God Killing

When were gods born? How long have they existed? Where do they live?

Humans have been trying to find answers to these questions since the fifth civilization, no, it should be said that since the middle of the fourth civilization, when they discovered that the gods were not as friendly as they thought.

But I still can't get an answer.

Everything about the gods is a mystery to humans.

Even gods may not be able to answer human problems.

Because most gods never care what the world they live in is called, or think about how long they will live.

Those are minor issues.

He came to this world through a spirit child, and chose to call the world He lives in by the inner world that humans most guessed.

Shahram strolled through the streets of Tokyo. The morning sun was warm, and the awakening metropolis presented a bustling yet indifferent picture.

Everyone is rushing to their own working world.

He sat on the bench, thinking about the witch he had just met, her wine-red eyes were so charming.