Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Lu Gong smiled slightly, his smile full of confidence.

Lu Gong hurriedly reorganized his thoughts before speaking.

"In our eyes, whether it is faith now or not, it is just a difference between being outside the bowl or outside the pot. As long as people come to eat, it will naturally be full."

“He told some knowledgeable people that it was a gift from the god of electronics, the master of dreams, but we also have doubts.”

"Thank you so much, you little rascal..."

"Oh? Looks like he used that thing specifically to lure you out. Did he think that by hiding behind the internet, you could find him?"

"When you joined the Gun Worship Cult, its direction was already uncertain and could not be changed, which caused the cult unrest. But that technology is not only for use in cults, is it?"

"Of course, I just want to see what kind of things that artificial god-making technology can produce."

Chapter 323 Reward or Trap?

Comparing society to a pyramid is less accurate than comparing it to a dining table.

It's a very familiar metaphor; Tenkyu Jigen also used this metaphor to describe this country.

Numerous diners, including deities, demons, and Buddhists, gathered around the table, enjoying their meal.

After they have finished eating, their servants and loyal dogs will come forward one by one to clean up the leftovers.

But getting a seat at the table and sharing the same food with them is not an easy thing.

Jingu used overwhelming force to subdue all those who were dissatisfied with him, forcing them to accept the change of the head of the table.

And now, new people want to join this table, and they have a voracious appetite, with more than a dozen mouths to eat.

This would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among other diners, and at this time, the shrine, as the head of the table, would naturally have to maintain this order.

"So, you understand, you don't have any leverage to persuade me, because I have pretty good relationships with many people here."

Narukami, Ōkuninushi, Ame-no-Yumi, Tsukuyomi... the list goes on and on, but none of them are assets that Dana can offer.

Dana sat up, pondering the "reward" the shrine had given her.

"It may be ignored, or it may be discovered by other gods, as there are not enough experimental subjects yet."

He took a painkiller injection from the table and injected it into his neck, which relieved the pain a little.

"hiss......"

“Worry? You’re being so mild-mannered. You haven’t seen what he has to offer yet.”

I am quite willing to accept it, but I have no way to refute it. A genius among mortals is meaningless in another world.

Does this mean that risks and opportunities coexist?

It's gotten to that point; there's no way to leave now. Tokyo is likely to descend into chaos again very soon.

"It is indeed unexpected that you dared to come to see me, but that's all. I won't do anything to you, but you're not worth my special help either."

"What you have to give up is not that the petty person who was satisfied with what he saw before, and then considered how to give you a great help."

Compared to that, even the abyss at 8,000 meters is a bad place.

Composing herself, Dana changed her tone and continued:

Jingu's fingers tapped his forehead, as if he was contemplating how to bestow upon Dana the "reward" she deserved.

Whether someone is valuable or not is a matter of mediocrity, or of ordinary people, or of the capable or the poor who have nothing to show for it.

Just as the shrine was about to go online, before Dana was thrown out of that virtual world of data, another stream of data surged in and out.

"You understand all that, you petty person, but the meaning of helping is very broad, isn't it? Very few things can be defined as helping; it's just a matter of how much you can give."

"Besides, there will only be one supply trip for deep-sea equipment every two weeks, and no one will go there at other times."

The shrine was angry not because of the group's loyalty, but because of their conspiracy.

"Oh no, you haven't given him what he wants yet. If he just goes to find someone named Hanayama Haru and tells you it's your order, you'll understand everything."

Before finishing speaking, Jingu shook his hand.

Dana bit her lip, somewhat unwilling. These were the most direct words she had ever heard.

And it's also the simplest way to mock her.

Although I had guessed that the shrine would generally like that, I was genuinely afraid that the shrine would, in its anger, also eliminate the person who was not involved.

Although the shrine has no reason to harm you, since it only takes a few words to easily crush you, there is no need for it to harm you.

Once the device is removed, the initial stimulation of the nerve current makes your cerebellum feel like it's being pricked with a needle. Even before the connection is broken, the pain lingers in your brain.

Staying there, they say, is bound to encounter some messy or chaotic things, but nothing bad will happen.

“My lord, although you provided the technology, were you involved in the planning? The plan to make the spirits of the dead the main body of faith was our own decision.”

The data stream converged in Dana's hand, transforming into an unfamiliar chip that rapidly drifted towards the shrine.

Jingu smiled strangely. Although everything was going according to plan, Dana still felt a sense of unease.

"Hmm...you need a sufficiently secluded and safe place to hide yourself, and you also need to have a certain degree of tacit approval, right?"

Various pieces of information then flooded into the shrine's mind, going through them in his head beforehand.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, you're really asking for trouble. Do we think this is still the Meiji era? Who do we think we are? Kokubo Toshimichi?"

"An abyss eight thousand meters deep?"

Jingu opened his eyes again, but a rare anger flashed in his pupils.

And you, Cisco Dana, never even once fell to the point of being considered valuable.

He has absolutely no value to you.

Jingu put it bluntly: yes, but it's unnecessary.

"His timing was perfect today. You happen to know a place that perfectly meets his needs."

"Of course, that's the key point. The important thing is that this body is the one that best meets his requirements."

A position that allows one to avoid being seen by others and to move freely within the tacit permission of the shrine is indeed an extremely useless asset for Dana.

But you're certainly naively convinced that the conditions offered by the shrine are exceptionally favorable; that's not just naiveté.

After a moment of internal struggle, Dana finally decided to grit her teeth, put on her clothes, gather her assistants, and give it her all.

"The choice is his; now, he has the time to speak."

It is true, of course, but if I am bothered by seeing my own suffering and predicament, then there must be no hidden safety within it.

"A species that existed before crude oil and marine life combined, you might guess they could even develop intelligence, or a collective mind like a beehive, which is the worst place for him."

What's going on? They're all taking this opportunity to come find me, right?

Instead, it was our plan that was so ridiculous and full of provocation towards me.

Dana's virtual avatar was instantly shattered, disconnected, and she woke up in her own device.

“A closed laboratory 8,000 meters above the water. You’ve given him the permissions he wants, but he can’t remotely do what he wants from outside. Is there anyone who can find his location?”

Value, Cisco Dana has never lacked value. From every angle, you are a talented man, a handsome man, and a rich and noble young lady.

Anger flashed across her face, and Jingu slowly calmed herself down, looking at Dana.

Dana quickly explained:

"Of course, he certainly had no doubts. If he was afraid that the eight-thousand-meter abyss was just a trap, then his choice was to go."

Chapter 324 Smoke Mirror

"Oh! Amigos! I've finally found a chance to see you again!"

His speech had a strong Native American accent, mixed with English and Spanish, and the black data streams converged into a blurry human shape.

"Huh? And who are you? I don't remember having a friend like you."

The person who joined this virtual game this time was not a frail, ordinary person like Dana.

Without a doubt, the other party is a first-class diner who deserves to sit at the table, not a delicacy to be eaten at will.

“Meentristecemucho [This makes me so sad]!”

The blurry figure gradually settled into focus; it was a thin, but slender and tall, dark-skinned man.

"You were the first person to greet me after I was resurrected, and you even called me brother affectionately. Why don't you recognize me now?"

He speaks with a heavy trilled 'r' sound, giving him a mixed and eclectic air about him.

"Huh? It's you? That leopard man?"

For me and Jingu, there isn't much difference between the virtual world and the real world.

Jingu realized he couldn't tolerate that guy's casual style of saying whatever came to mind, and he felt a sense of déjà vu about it.

What has changed is that I am one of the lowest-ranking figures in South American mythology, the first sun, and the culprit who destroyed seven sun ages.

Just like the relationship between Oda Nobunaga and the Eighth Demon King, impersonating a minor god will cause problems.

"No, no, no~ This incarnation is exactly what you wanted. It's just an empty shell that you possessed. You should apologize to your friend in that regard."

However, it remains to be seen what my current situation or state is.

"If it's true that you've possessed him, then this body should have belonged to his friend first."

At this very moment, standing behind the shrine was a white woman whose entire appearance screamed "eclectic."

"That's not the important part; you're here to form an alliance with your friend."

In either case, I am a god who is absolutely inferior to Mara, or even below him.

The man took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

"The killing and fighting between people has long surpassed the future you see, thanks to that bad baby."

"Oh, the supreme god of the Aztecs of South America, the ever-changing god whose creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin, the Smoke Mirror?"

He speaks with a mix of indigenous language and rap, but his speech is a blend of Spanish and English. He seems elegant but rude, yet his words are completely unrestrained.

Before I could finish saying that information, I suddenly chuckled and changed the subject, starting from where I was, just as Jingu had suggested.