Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"The target is in water 8,000 meters deep. Due to the water pressure, the elevator will take 80 minutes to gradually reach the destination to avoid adverse reactions from passengers due to rapid ascent and descent."

The man who stepped out of the helicopter was not the bureaucrat I had imagined—a man with a protruding belly, gray hair, and squinting eyes.

"Master Duo, Sister, if you don't like it, then let me come up and introduce the U101 platform to them?"

The person in charge next to him was taken aback at first, then secretly stepped forward.

I regret that I should have installed some entertainment facilities outside the elevator. How could I have forgotten about that?

It must have been that time. Jingu still knew that the obsessive, eccentric man who became my fanatic by chance was not a pretty face like Hikaru.

Of course, it's just a simple underwater drilling platform. Why would an oil extraction platform use an elevator?

After the person in charge pounced on the dashboard, he frantically tried to fix it. I didn't feel any intense upward pressure, so it must be a problem with the instrument panel.

The so-called elevator is just a special hull similar to a submarine that rapidly decelerates along a fixed track to reach the deep-sea laboratory located outside.

"Tsk...why did they install a glass curtain wall? It's not very interesting to just wait there like that."

"Yes, he used his mouth less to say anything, and you are very vague about the situation outside."

You know more about that oil drilling platform beneath the surface than the person in charge, yet you also know less about it.

What the public understands is the true reality, while the situation in other countries may be too vague. But what Yingzhou can currently achieve is a depth of approximately 8,000 meters.

With the person in charge speaking, Ringo Konoe began to introduce the deep-sea elevator to Jingu.

"Glass materials capable of withstanding such low water pressure are quite precious, so whether or not they were used in the design was a matter of... "

The ear-piercing scraping sound finally stopped. The person in charge counted down the seconds in his mind. In eighty seconds, we plummeted eight thousand meters deep and arrived at our destination.

The person in charge swiped his card to open the secret elevator, a fawning smile on his face. "Without prior funding or political support, it all depends on how badly I behave today."

We only need to be coaxed into our misery. As for whether that lab is useless or how much money it costs, what does that have to do with us? We've already gotten our hands on the profits from that.

The elevator is out of control?!

As for what that laboratory can actually do, the decision-makers certainly don't know.

"Yes, you are just reminding them that although their bodies may not feel comfortable, they should try to control their inner fears."

"Welcome, esteemed leaders, to our location! Sir is the person in charge of the U101 drilling platform. Thank you for your hard work!"

Chikana Takemasa is about the same age as Kazanin Haru, but unlike Kazanin Haru and Kunimitsu, he has no talent in the mysterious field and was removed from the list of heirs of the Konoe family at a young age.

"Let's just go up. What's so interesting down there?"

As the saying goes, everyone has their own talents. Although she may not have a talent for the mysterious things that her family values, Ringo Konoe is a genius in her studies and is a double-degree male PhD.

The helicopter's iron wings hummed in the clear, windy sky, where the person in charge was already waiting on the helipad.

The Pacific Ocean is rarely truly peaceful; storms and waves are the norm.

Although the entire elevator is made of ordinary steel, and the water pressure mainly affects the interior, it still covers a distance of eight kilometers. For the sake of human safety, the speed is similar to that of a special elevator.

Before drinking the beverage with a flushed face, Ringo Konoe reverted to her humble demeanor and cautiously inquired of the shrine.

But the loud scraping sound overhead seemed to prove that the elevator was indeed plummeting upwards at an alarming rate, heading towards an endless abyss.

According to various media reports, the lowest level of underwater laboratories built by humans is only 800 meters above the water; anything deeper is considered to only exist in science fiction.

We waited for Ringo Konoe to give further instructions, but the person in charge didn't actively lead the way for us. We headed towards the secret elevator.

Chapter 316 Deep-Sea Pollution

Thirty seconds is neither a long nor a short time.

Just as the others discovered the elevator malfunction and were searching for solutions, their phones rang.

"The elevator is not malfunctioning, it's just an error alarm, don't worry about it."

It was a puzzling statement, but since the person in charge had said it, the other staff members didn't take it seriously.

Deep in the ocean, the person in charge, still shaken, hung up the phone, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, and took two pills to lower his blood pressure.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Undoubtedly, he lowered his stance even further, looking with awe at the boy he had originally thought was a young master.

Although he had heard that there were some terrifying secrets and powers hidden among the higher-ups in Yingzhou, this was indeed the first time he had witnessed it firsthand.

He was still somewhat incredulous when the elevator doors finally opened.

It's worth noting that the world record for freefall without a parachute is only about 50 meters per second.

Using ordinary optical instruments, the image of the seabed was projected, and the person in charge pointed out an area in it.

In one of the cabins, a lump of white material was perched under the sea rocks, which at first glance looked like seaweed or something similar.

"You're watching."

But with just that one glance, the shrine actually saw something rather uninteresting.

He humbled himself to an extreme degree, knowing that as long as he could please the person in front of him.

“Please look over there.”

“Under that seabed, the number of individuals you can catch is far too small, and the closer you get to the edge of the seabed, the less crude oil can be extracted from them.”

"But that has nothing to do with what we just saw?"

It glanced around and saw, inside the same cabin, various strangely shaped fish swimming in the water through the glass.

The person in charge pulled up a row of data.

He was descending at a speed of 100 meters per second and didn't even feel any discomfort.

The jet-white stream, like a crack in the earth, flows silently, straight to the edge of the seabed, and plunges into the bottomless abyss.

This is essential for his research.

Some anatomical and research photos were sent to the shrine's staff, and the person in charge was explaining them diligently.

Like white sludge, it clumped together and spread out like mud, revealing crooked and twisted teeth, as if pressed down on someone.

"You're being too mean to explain it to me. It would be better if you came with me to observe the experimental chamber first and saw the actual scene before you could give me your 'naughty' explanation."

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief when the shrine said that.

"Alright, lead the way. Let me see what you're researching in this deep sea."

The anglerfish was using its glowing dorsal fin to lure its prey, completely unaware that another monster was staring at it.

Only after opening the reinforced valves was we able to officially retreat into the research institute that was anchored beneath the seabed.

"What's unique about the area for meetings and desktop research? It's probably the pressure-split experimental chamber and the observation experimental chamber."

"You had already observed and captured this strange creature before this."

"Boring,"

What kind of creature is that? Have you ever seen anything that looks so bizarre?

Jingu flipped through the pages twice, a smile playing on his lips. The person in charge beside him perked up and quickly continued speaking.

Beneath that rugged seabed, there are numerous large and small "scars".

"that......"

The shrine is watching, but what it is watching is a projected image, not the real seabed in front of the glass. The white and dark of the deep sea is completely meaningless to me.

White and red blood filled the seawater, and before digesting its prey, the monster returned to a lifeless puddle of mud.

Jingu was too lazy to listen to flattery from someone who wasn't a handsome young man, so he told me to continue leading the way.

Following the person in charge, we arrived at the so-called observation and experimental chamber, which was the area of ​​the sea where the observation and experimental experiments were conducted.

Looking in the direction I pointed out, all that could be seen at the shrine was an endless abyss. Even if the trench was as deep as the Mariana Trench, the deepest in the world, it would still be quite deep.

"Yes, research on that kind of creature has also run into difficulties. Please look at the edge of the seabed."

It's just that little thing; it's obvious that it could pique the interest of the shrine.

The shrine could naturally see what was flowing beneath the seabed, a jet-white substance—it was crude oil, or flowing gold.

Few deep-sea creatures die the moment they leave the depths of their habitat. The only way to regress and observe us is by simulating the low-pressure environment of the deep sea.

"Hi! I understand!"

The person in charge, however, became hesitant and stammering.

The so-called pressure-partitioning experimental chamber does not actually observe the living state of deep-sea organisms in a water pressure environment through layers of isolation.

Letting our abilities speak for themselves is the easiest thing for us to worry about; we don't have time to consider personal relationships, etiquette, unspoken rules, or flattery.

"That incident actually had nothing to do with the few minor earthquakes that occurred later."

"Is this oil?"

"Originally, your place was just a deep-sea laboratory, but the eruption of Mount Fuji caused a shockwave that caused the seabed to collapse, and oil from the rock layers flowed out."

"please!"

Seemingly noticing that the shrine wasn't entirely satisfactory, Ringo thoughtfully offered a reminder.

It resembled a living being, yet it was not quite that complex; the shrine could see its own shadow beneath it.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to be much different from a special laboratory.

“What the villain said is wrong. This is indeed not oil. Although that drilling platform is just a cover, it is still genuinely extracting oil from the seabed.”

Ignoring the other party's flattery, Jingu simply asked indifferently.

"Eight thousand meters... Yes! Seven thousand meters! As long as we reach a depth of seven thousand meters, we should be able to capture even more individuals with less research value!"

"You're definitely interested in what he's researching, and he'll get nothing he wants. But if you're interested in something, no matter how much he flatters you, it won't make a difference."

“That creature is very strange. It has no flesh and blood, yet crude oil can be extracted from its body. It also has no bones. You believe it is a mutated product of crude oil pollution of seawater, so you have been studying it.”

The person in charge's eyes gradually lost their coldness.

"Boring, that thing is no fun anymore."

But upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was alive and moving rapidly toward an anglerfish beneath its head.

They were just a group of strange-looking deep-sea creatures, and had no other significance.