I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 98 The Desire for Life

A yellow taxi,
We stopped in front of a manor house filled with colonial-era style.
"Madam, we have arrived at our destination."

The driver turned around and looked at the blonde beauty in the back seat, pointing to the door number with a fawning smile.

"Upper East District, XXX".

The Upper East Side is where almost all of New York's wealthiest people congregate, making it a true 'rich area'. One of the main reasons for this is the presence of 'Central Park'.

In Manhattan, where land is truly incredibly valuable, Central Park is like a giant green gem embedded within it, covering an area of ​​843 acres.

Here you'll find lush forests, lakes, and lawns, even farms and pastures where carefully selected sheep graze. Creating such a park in the heart of a bustling metropolis perfectly aligns with the "I have what others don't" mentality of the wealthy.

Look!

We can be in the heart of the world's most bustling city.
Enjoying such a large park, while those poor kids don't even have the wealth of a single paving stone!

The air is filled with the scent of 'old money' and conservative values, possessing a sophisticated charm honed by capital and time; numerous renowned museums, boutiques of the world's top designers, and the best private and public schools constitute a paradise unique to the true capitalist class.

Countless American sports and entertainment stars, after becoming rich overnight, are desperate to get into this place and have to undergo the scrutiny of various 'community associations'.

Most Black celebrities can only choose Tribeca, an invisible barrier that has always existed; if it weren't for the blonde beauty in the back seat, this taxi wouldn't even have been able to get in here.

"Stay here,"

After saying a few words, the blonde woman got out of the car on her own.

The Black driver's face showed constant struggle and hesitation as time ticked by.

He killed five members of the 'Gospel Gang'. Someone as insignificant as him, who wasn't even a 'peripheral member', would only face certain death when he returned!
What should I do? What should I do? Maybe staying by the side of this strange monster is the only way to save my life, or even become a superior person?
That's right, that's exactly it! That monster beauty may look terrifying, but she possesses formidable strength!

Just like in the movies, someone who can communicate but is unfamiliar with the city naturally needs a guide.

Recently, there's been a lot of noise about 'extraordinary beings' in Far Eastern countries, hasn't there?
As long as I can stay by her side, why should I be afraid of not getting rich?
Repeated self-hypnosis, self-brainwashing...
For ordinary Black people who want to get rich quickly, there are generally only two paths: becoming a celebrity or sports star.

Singing, dancing, rapping, playing basketball—when they leave the slums, they're always followed by a group of 'partners': bodyguards, thugs, and wingmen. The desire to advance by associating with the powerful is almost ingrained in the Black psyche. But this driver forgot one thing:
Knock knock knock,

I do not know how long it has been,

The sound of fingers tapping on the glass interrupted his sweet dream.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

The Black driver rolled down his window and looked at the well-mannered older white man beside the car.

"You just brought a blonde girl over?"

"Yes--"

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

With a few sounds like a nail gun, the Black driver suddenly leaned back and convulsed, blood instantly flooding his entire chest. The smile of dreaming was still on his face when the driver's life ended.

Because he forgot one problem:
If you want to be a dog, you have to have the skills of a dog!

He holstered the silenced pistol and reached inside to open the car door.

The white man picked up the driver's body, moved it to the passenger seat, and got into the taxi himself.

After driving the car into the manor garage, he got out and, without bothering to clean the bloodstains on his backside, hurried back to his living room.

"Giggle giggle~~"

A string of silvery laughter rang out.
"That's amazing, big sister, are you an angel?"

In a living room decorated in a low-key yet expensive style, a blonde little girl is tumbling around in circles, next to a high-tech wheelchair.

Opposite her sat a beautiful woman with shoulder-length blonde hair on the sofa. Looking at the innocent little girl in front of her, she also gave a gentle smile in response.

"No, it's not,"

"According to human standards, I should be considered..."

"Excuse me, ma'am."

The white man strode into the house and patted the little girl's head affectionately.

"Winnie, Daddy needs to talk to your older sister about some work. Would you like to go back to your room first?"

"Is that so? Okay, Dad."

The excited little girl didn't seem to want to leave, but her obedient nature led her to her room: this time, however, she didn't need the aid of a wheelchair.

"Madam, I've already dealt with that taxi driver."

After his daughter returned to her room, the old white man sat down opposite the blonde, shoulder-length beauty.

After hesitating for a moment, he said in a hoarse voice:
"You're not Rebecca, are you?"

"After all, I attended her funeral."

"Rebecca is the doctor's daughter; I'm just using her appearance."

Facing the old white man in front of her, the octopus girl did not hide anything, nor did she need to.

“My name is ‘Kshira’.”

"Kshira?"

As he pondered the name, the old white man's expression changed several times: surprise, horror, and confusion. A variety of expressions would put even Hollywood stars to shame.

"I see, I see."

No wonder the other party 'treated' his daughter by inserting tentacles into her body.

"So, what was the price for my daughter being cured?"

After thinking for a moment, the octopus girl 'Kishira' answered the question.

"My life,"

“Once my life ends, she will also face death.”

"If I actively sever this connection, she will revert to her old self. No, she'll more likely die from organ failure?"

Upon hearing this answer, the white man breathed a sigh of relief.

So,
Since his wife died in a car accident, his daughter has been confined to a wheelchair.

The older white man put aside his work to spend all his time with his daughter. If this is the only price he has to pay, it's not unacceptable.

So--

"What can I do for you, madam?"

The other party immediately "cured" his daughter and then ordered him to get rid of the "driver." Wasn't it all for the sake of controlling him? If it weren't for his daughter, Dr. Ramley would have already been summoned to the Yokosuka base.

"What do I need you for?"

This question stumped the blonde beauty.

"Let me think."

"Isn't this about spreading your father's faith?"

Dr. Ramley was quite surprised when the other party replied with "I'll think about it."

According to his logic, in this era of emerging supernatural powers, what other reason could this 'mysterious lady' have for coming to America and then controlling herself, besides promoting the fame of her 'father'?
"Father?"

The blonde beauty who was actually an octopus girl, 'Kishira', was taken aback.

Do I have a father?

There definitely are, but those 'ordinary' octopuses are a completely different species from her, beings who could be called 'fathers':

Yes, my father touched me with his all-encompassing hand, bestowing upon me strength and wisdom; I shall raise high my father's banner and erect a monument for him that will be revered by all.

It must be said that the education provided by a certain doctor was so successful that it gave 'Kshila' a typical 'American mindset'.

That's it.

Dr. Ramley breathed a sigh of relief once again.
Knowing what the other party wants to do makes things much easier.

Kshira, Kshira paired with that face, isn't she the famous 'Cthulhu's' daughter, the Secret Lady!
Many people think that the Cthulhu Mythos is all weird, unsightly, unmentionable, and untouchable. That's a misunderstanding! Cthulhu is actually science fiction: the Great Old Ones are all alien rulers with their own planetary territories. Or rather, many of them are planets themselves.

The great mage Ebon once followed the ancient 'Windwalker' Ithaca on a journey to explore the mysteries of the universe.

The essence of Cthulhu is a fusion of extraterrestrial civilization, deep-sea fear, and psychological trauma. As a well-read doctor, he had already 'discerned' the true identity of this being the moment the other party revealed their name.

He never imagined that his speculation was just a 'mischievous' quirk of one of his old friends.

Knowing someone's identity doesn't mean there's no danger: in those stories, the Great Old Ones and their offspring have no connection to 'friendliness' whatsoever.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the other party has something to ask for, they are a potential partner for 'cooperation'.

"Mysterious Lady, what are your plans regarding this?"

"Should we establish a secret church, select 'those to be baptized,' or begin converting the 'Star Families'?"

???

Now it was Octopus Girl's turn to be bewildered.

Although she was intelligent, she knew nothing about how to 'spread her father's faith'.

What's more, this PhD student kept spouting incomprehensible names.

"Mysterious Lady, please forgive my impertinence: Can you use your ability to 'heal' my daughter again?"

Dr. Ramley interlaced his fingers.
I cautiously asked a rather 'reverse' question.

"Can,"

The octopus girl nodded.
Her method of treating the paralyzed girl was actually to parasitize a part of her 'tentacles' inside her body.

Within that part of the tentacles was one of her 'secondary brains': the octopus possessed a main brain for 'thinking and remembering', as well as eight 'secondary brains' located in the tentacles. These secondary brains were only responsible for memory functions and together controlled the complex limbs to perform various activities such as changing color, mimicking, and even cracking seashells and twisting bottle caps.

Rather than being 'healed' by her, it's more accurate to say that I was 'parasitized' by her.

Of course, as long as she doesn't actively harm her host, then it can also be described as 'symbiosis'.

"Well,"

"I hope you can help 'heal' someone."

"He will be a huge help to us in spreading the faith of 'Your Father'!"

Having found his place, Dr. Ramley immediately got into his 'role' and began to offer advice and strategies to the 'Secret Church'.

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dong dong dong~~
A group of 'Indian priests' wearing feathered hats and with painted faces were dancing in a circle, babbling and singing.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in the center, and instead there was a patient lying in a hospital bed covered in various high-tech instruments, it would have looked exactly like a sacrificial ritual from hundreds of years ago.

When Dr. Ramley arrived at this top-of-the-line private ward, the scene before him made him feel dizzy, as if he had traveled through time.

"Get out! Get out!"

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you? Why are you stopping the masters from casting spells?"

A young white man stepped forward and angrily berated the doctor, but his tone softened as he saw the doctor's face, until he disappeared from the scene.

"Little Edgar, get these guys out of here!"

Dr. Ramley is, after all, a leading figure in biology, and his stern demeanor is quite intimidating, especially:
"Old Edgar, if you're not dead, then let your children take these wizards and leave!"

".go out,"

The elderly man in the hospital bed twitched slightly.

A command came from the machine next to us.

"Yes, father."

The young white man immediately bowed and accepted the order, even though his father was already struggling to breathe; he waved his hand, and the shamanistic Native American priests immediately turned and left.

As the door closed, Dr. Ramley glanced at the old white man on the hospital bed.

"Old Edgar, how could you stoop so low as to believe in such things?"

"Old buddy,"

"I don't have many days left to live."

The patient's response came from the machine next to them.

"Whatever the method, at least it will allow me to leave the noise behind."

The elderly white man in the hospital bed was a billionaire. Unfortunately, no amount of money could stop the passage of life. Coupled with his dissolute lifestyle in his youth, he could only barely stay alive by relying on various expensive technologies.

At times like this, he would be willing to try anything, not just Native American shamans, but even the 'secret recipes' of African cannibals!

He was originally qualified to receive 'extraordinary' treatment from the Far East, but his body could no longer withstand the journey; as for asking that 'divine child' to come and treat him?
There was still a sliver of hope before, but after the Yokosuka Incident, all hope has vanished!

What is your identity?
How dare they make the divine son condescend to such a high position?!
Even if the powerful and wealthy seek help at a shrine, whether or not they are willing to receive treatment depends on the shrine's mood.

"I've heard that a 'World Tree' has appeared in the Far East. If I..."

Relying on machines,

The elderly man on the hospital bed was struggling to survive.

He spent his entire life amassing wealth and building his own business empire.

Having enjoyed a mere few decades, he is about to face death.

How could I be willing?

A hundred years, a thousand years, are not enough!

“Old Edgar, that’s why I’m here today.”

Dr. Ramley raised his hand and gestured to the girl beside him.

"This lady, I will heal you."

? !
The old white man on the hospital bed suddenly brightened his cloudy eyes.

Unlike his children who only wanted to please him, Dr. Ramley was a leading figure in American biology; and judging from his lucid demeanor, he didn't seem to be hallucinating from too much leaf exposure.

Am I hallucinating?
Just as the old white man on the hospital bed suspected he was experiencing 'near-death hallucinations', a tentacle slowly emerged from under the skirt of the beautiful woman beside Dr. Ramley.

Are you willing to undergo treatment?

? ? ! !
This scene caused the old white man's eyes to widen, his face to tremble, and he desperately squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"I do"

(End of this chapter)