Tokyo Trickster

"No." She said to herself. "But you have to pass through here. You have servant blood in you. You are a servant."

She handed Sakamoto Ryuji a black haori and said, "Put it on so that you can walk in the palace of the Lord of the Gods."

"Remember, don't disturb the guests' enjoyment."

Sakamoto Ryuji has realized that he may have mistakenly entered the "heart palace" mentioned by Amamiya Ren. If he wants to survive and rescue the troublesome woman alive, he must follow the rules here...

He put on the haori silently. Although it looked out of place, the old woman did smile kindly, "Young man, welcome to the land of the God."

The jewel-encrusted door slowly opened, and in the golden mist, a group of zombie-like believers crawled up the steps of the palace on their knees.

Bright wine flows out from the dome. Only when you walk into it will you find that the so-called dome is actually a huge water reservoir. The rainbow-colored liquid filled with brilliant stardust leaves the water outlet and immediately loses its divine mystery and uniqueness. It becomes vulgar and is stamped with a superficial mark of money.

Ryuji Sakamoto put his hand into the wine. It was not sticky, but he could hear cries of pain, as if the man was lamenting the tragic ending of an art being stifled and a creativity being buried.

The palace is still far away, but you can see various sculptures along the way.

There are men fighting with guns, boys holding cards high, one-eyed mercenaries...

"Contra", "Yu-Gi-Oh", "Metal Gear Solid"...

A well-known game IP.

But what is in common is that they have been soaked in the wine that fell from the sky, and their entire bodies are covered with cracks.

It is a dying, a withering death.

This space should have been sacred and grand, but Ryuji Sakamoto only felt an indescribable incongruity. It was like both Takama-ga-hara and Olympus, with a disgusting exaggeration displayed in the fabricated mythological background.

The faithful approached, wrapped in dark haori, and chanted Christian prayers, repeatedly singing in Japanese: "In the way of righteousness is life, and in its pathway there is no death."

Ryuji Sakamoto came closer, then took two steps back in horror, stepped on the wine that filled the stairs and almost fell.

They were not believers at all, but just a group of humanoid monsters wrapped in fabric. They had deformed and curled bones, wild beast-like hair, sharp fangs and claws, and snake-like dark golden vertical pupils that fell on the high and distant palace, revealing a kind of obsession and intoxication.

No one paid any attention to him. He just continued to climb the stairs, grinning with his fangs and speaking in unclear Japanese.

"In the way of righteousness is life, and in the pathway of it there is no death..."

Ryuji Sakamoto touched the black haori on his body, gritted his teeth, and continued to walk towards the palace, holding the baseball bat tightly in his hand.

at the same time.

Amamiya Ren pushed open the metal door of the quiet room, and the corridor outside was empty.

He hesitated for two seconds, closed the door again, then took out the cell phone that was counting the chips and pressed the volume up and down buttons.

Soon, a phone call came through.

A sweet female voice said, "Please give your orders to Eros'Party."

Amamiya Ren asked it, "How many chips do I need to buy this casino?"

The voice on the phone was not disordered at all, and there was no emotional fluctuation. "One hundred million."

"What about buying you?" Amamiya Ren asked.

"Five million chips, sir."

"How many chips does it take to buy a bunny girl in the casino?"

"Ten thousand chips will be enough, sir," the voice was still sweet.

"Really? Then let the five bunny girls come to the 'Human Sufferings' Quiet Room."

"OK, sir. The relevant fees will be deducted in ten minutes. We are opening permissions for your goods. Please wait."

"As expected, you're still going to gamble?" Xi Jianqinyin was inexplicably interested... "Can you show me how to win the entire club overnight?"

Amamiya Ren saw what she was thinking and snapped his fingers, "I can make that President Sakamoto owe me ten Eros'Partys."

Kitagawa Vsuke swallowed his saliva and said, "It seems... he is going to cheat."

Morgana was sweating profusely. “I heard that if you are caught cheating in a casino, your hands will be chopped off.”

Amamiya Ren lifted her sleeves, and dozens of cards fell to the ground. "Don't worry, with Orion here, even a super-high-speed camera can't capture my movements clearly."

(PS: Today is the third chapter. Sorry, there was originally one more chapter. These two chapters were actually scheduled to be released, but because too much ink was used to describe the various curves of the bunny girl in detail, they were all sent out. It was not easy to save this.)

Dry weather: 128. Chariot of Revenge Part 2.7 (K)

After waiting in the quiet room for a few minutes, five gorgeous bunny girls pushed the door open and walked in. They had only one chance to access this door.

Amamiya Ren examined their arrival and asked, "Could you introduce yourselves?"

Although they didn't say anything, the bunny girls nodded and took out their business cards from their suit jackets and handed them over. The business cards only contained a line of numbers and letters, but no names.

"Can you talk?"

"Of course, Master." The bunny girls said in unison.

It was the first time that he had seen such a realistic shadow in his impression space. In terms of appearance, it was no different from an ordinary person, but it was just a monster with a beautiful appearance. The beautiful skin contained a twisted and ugly sinful desire, which would be revealed with a little hint.

The thief kicked Morgana, who was eating a pear, and told it to run away.

Shiomi Kotone subconsciously wanted to take out her "little pistol", put it on her forehead and pull the trigger, but she touched nothing. Oh, I left it at the base in order to pass the security check.

After thinking for a moment, she took a bottle of exquisitely packaged mineral water from the table and hid in the closet full of brand new kimonos.

Kitagawa Vsuke looked at the half-finished sketch with some distress and hid it in the drawer of the coffee table. In his mind, he randomly found a well-known Japanese god and prayed that this draft would survive the upcoming movement.

When only Amamiya Ren and the five bunny girls were left in the living room, he began to explore the possible fixed logic of this spiritual palace. Since it was the Eros'Party venue, it might be in line with its concept.

If chips can really buy everything here...

Amamiya Ren looked at the bunny girl with the longest number and the three letters abc, "What is your identity?"

"It is the master's property," she said respectfully.

"Can I order you to do anything?"

"Yes, you can tell me to do anything."

"I see..." Orion's hunting knife appeared in Amamiya Ren's hand. All his muscles tensed up, and he continued to ask, "Where is this place?"

He stared at the bunny girl, hoping to hear an answer like "It's Eros' Party" or "It's a casino" from her.

But he was disappointed.

The bunny girl's expression became more humble. "This is the kingdom of the Son of God."

Amamiya Lian looked at her for a long time, and when she saw no unusual movement, she took out the cell phone that counted the chips and asked, "Do you recognize this?"

"This is the currency of the Kingdom of God, Master. You can use it to buy anything in this world." There was no hesitation in the answer.

Suddenly, Amamiya Ren followed with a sentence, "I order you to bend down and put your head between your legs and lick your belly button."

This is an action that a human being can never accomplish, but the bunny girl did it without hesitation. She bent down, her soft and slender white waist twisted like a snake, and her spine flexed exaggeratedly, making crackling sounds. It was as if she could not feel the pain, and she moved against physiology.

"stop."

Amamiya Ren looked at the other four indifferent bunny girls, "You four help her stand up."

The shadow, which had curled up into a ball, was obviously unable to stand up on its own.

He was now certain that these guys were more like some kind of assembly line creation similar to artificial intelligence than ordinary shadows.

After that, they tried psychological suggestion and lies, but as expected, they did not work. This group of shadows did not even have the ability to think independently and logically, and they existed simply to obey orders.

"Where are their personality masks?" Kotone Shiomi, who had already sat back on the tatami, calmly drank hot tea from the ceramic pot.

Amamiya Ren thought about it, and then ordered the bunny girls, "Hand over all your power."

The five shadows tore off the half-face masks covered with gold threads and colorful paintings that decorated their faces without any hesitation, and their bodies immediately exploded into a dark airflow and merged into it.

"Hey, such a strong shadow actually committed suicide..." Morgana could sense a very dangerous aura from those bunny girls.

"It's the power of chips," Amamiya Ren pressed his finger on the screen. He could see the phantom of a scale appearing in front of him, with tens of thousands of chips on one side and the other side empty, waiting to be placed on it.

Mr. Sakata Kanegin must have been deeply touched by his sudden wealth to be able to form such a strange palace. From an unknown person to the president of a famous company and even the controller of the board of directors, only he himself knows the changes in his state of mind during this period.

"Oh, if I use this power as a springboard, it should be easy to steal the secret treasure." Morgana's eyes lit up, and he thought, "When the time comes, I can buy extra chips here..."

"Mona, you're thinking about something very strange, aren't you?" Shiomi Kotone put the lid of the teapot on its forehead. "You haven't even sent the notice letter yet, and you're already thinking about what will happen after stealing the secret treasure."

"Gah! We..."

"Oh, great, my painting is still there." Kitagawa Vsuke opened the drawer, took out his draft carefully, placed it on the easel and continued to draw the lines.

Amamiya Ren crushed the masks, and his Fool card had another fragmented image.

That was "Amamiya Ren" in a suit and tie, standing as a dealer in the center of the grand and noisy casino, cutting a deck of cards in his hand with a pensive expression. The gamblers' joys and sorrows were the background, and the fate of everyone at the gambling table was controlled by him.

The new ability born from this――

Amamiya Ren stretched out her fingers towards the empty tatami and moved them. In an instant, a thick stack of playing cards appeared along with the movement of her fingertips. They did not exist, but were just illusions created to deceive perception.

Or, the Phantom Thief held the stack of playing cards in his palm, squeezed it, and then looked at Shiomi Kotone, "This is for you."

It was a bunch of pink roses.

Xi Jianqinyin blinked her eyes, and calmly lifted a few strands of hair from her forehead. Her earlobes were a little red. "Oh..."

She reached out to touch it, but her fingers suddenly retracted the moment they touched, and she glared at Amamiya Ren in annoyance.

Amamiya Ren plucked off a petal and threw it on the ground, which burst into blinding lightning.

In the glare of the blazing white light, Sakamoto Ryuji instinctively covered his eyes. When he consciously tightened his grip on the baseball bat, he was pushed hard by a man wearing a Tengu mask. A heavy voice rang in his ears, "Hey, don't just stand there. The palace of His Majesty the Son of God does not tolerate lazy people."

"Yes Yes......"

Ryuji Sakamoto stood there in a daze. He finally climbed up to the palace, and what came into his sight was definitely not the sacred and glorious place that it appeared to be from the outside.

The roar of machines braking and plastic being cut formed a deafening noise amid the prayers of the believers.

This is an assembly line factory, with countless numb servants wearing masks, operating machines to produce batches of glass bottles. While praying, believers carry the empty glass bottles to the dome above the palace, salvage the liquid inside, and affix price tags.

In reality, these crystal clear, rainbow-like things have a common name: "creativity."

The owner of this palace is packaging the overwhelming inspiration and creativity, the efforts and craftsmanship of countless people into commodities.

A faint sigh of sorrow can be heard every time the wine is bottled.

The believers just buried their heads deeper and deeper, and the voices of their prayers became louder and louder. It was not compassion but ridicule.

Ryuji Sakamoto felt a creepy panic and wanted to run away, but when he turned around he saw only a closed door.

The believers arrived and the door was closed.

A group of huge half-human, half-beast monsters wearing black feathers and holding machetes slowly approached. They noticed Sakamoto Ryuji and said, "You haven't started working yet. What is your position? Take out your ID card."

Ryuji Sakamoto broke out in a cold sweat and clenched the baseball bat in his hand.

During the month that LeBron worked, he interacted with all kinds of people, perhaps beautiful girls, elderly people living alone, or white-collar workers who were off work.

Although he is not a man who is good at dancing with all the sleeves, at least he can react quickly when examining the situation.

He carefully observed the monsters' expressions, pretending to be heavy and serious, and then spoke.

"I'm......"

Boom! Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground from a distance, interrupting Sakamoto Ryuji's lie.

(More to come)

Dry weather: 129. Chariot of Vengeance Part

"You guys, go over there and observe the situation," a burly orc as big as a hill came over with a rumble. Judging from its size and momentum, if the other orc shadows were level 60 elite monsters, then it would probably have a combat power of level 80 or above. By the way, Sakamoto Ryuji rationally judged that his combat power was probably "level 3".

This shadow, who is considered a boss-level monster in an RPG game, is looking down at Sakamoto Ryuji. "Everyone here has their own position, which is written on their work badge. Where is yours?"

Sakamoto Ryuji resisted the urge to run away. He did not forget why he chose to stand here. He clenched the bat in his hand, hoping that the solid texture would bring a little sense of security. "I don't have an ID card. It's because His Majesty the Son of God has assigned me a special mission."

The monster's shadow loomed over, making it impossible to see any light. It did not think, but just processed information like a machine. It was silent for a moment, then asked again, "You have the blood of a slave in your body. You are a slave of this palace. Where is your ID card?"

"I don't have an ID card." Sakamoto Ryuji's collar was soaked with cold sweat. He repeated his answer, "His Majesty the Son of God has given me a special mission."

The monster did not answer for a long time. Perhaps it was trying to think, but an inexplicable force hindered the process. After repeatedly thinking and not thinking, it finally picked up its weapon and left.

"Work hard."

"Thank you for your hard work," Ryuji Sakamoto felt his calves trembling.

A little further away, the woman wearing a woodpecker mask didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to overturn the container in front of her. The invisible force was obstructing her thoughts. By the time she could react, a group of monsters had already grabbed her and locked her in an iron cage. "You made a mistake, and you will be executed..."

They spoke incoherently.

From the container that fell to the ground, a large number of chips poured out like a tide, falling to the ground one after another, making clear sounds.