I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

The business department of Suga House Industry, a real estate tycoon in Tokyo, came to our door and presented us with a signed land agreement.

The document above, written in black and white, states: "If the number of worshippers at Tenji Shrine is less than 100,000 within ten years, the land will be sold to Suga House Industrial Development for use."

This year marks the tenth anniversary.

In response, the deity of their household said, "I don't know," "It wasn't signed by me," and "How could I possibly remember such a thing?"

"Abandon the society?"

The uneasy voice of the gods brought Shiramu Jun back to his senses.

"Does 'abolishing the shrine' mean that the Tenji Shrine is going to disappear?"

Seeing the god's momentum suddenly collapse, even though he felt a little reluctant, Shiramu Jun had no choice but to speak up.

"Yes. We only have three months left before we have to move out of the Tenji Shrine."

He glanced at the god.

This would be unacceptable to any deity.

After all, shrines are the foundation of the gods.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the goddess's eyes widened in disbelief, and she pursed her lips tightly.

"Is there no other way?"

“The other party’s contract is very well written. I have read it many times and there are no loopholes.”

"I see," the god sighed sadly, lowering his eyes.

"Priest Shiraki, if we really have to move—"

"PS4, may I take it with me, God?"

Shiraki Shun fell silent.

Is the safety of the PS4 more important than the safety of the shrine?

"Huh? Huh?"

Seeing the expectant look in the god's eyes, Shiraki Shun knew he couldn't continue on this topic.

He glanced at the time on his phone.

"My Lord, I must go out now."

"I've heated up your dinner in the microwave, don't forget to eat it."

"Huh? Did someone ask you to perform a purification ritual?" the god asked curiously.

“That’s right, I’m meeting my employer at nine o’clock,” Shiraki Jun replied.

The so-called exorcism refers to the activities of warding off disasters and diseases and cleansing away evil spirits, which is also the main source of income for Tenji Shrine.

After all, the meager offerings from the shrine were barely enough to satisfy the basic needs of the two people and the personal interests of the gods.

To earn his tuition and living expenses, Shiraki Shun began working in the exorcism world as a priest at a young age.

Hearing this answer, the goddess was not surprised. She began to descend, her toes lightly touching the tatami mat, and knelt down.

He patted the mat next to him, signaling Shiraki Jun to come over.

"Then come here and let me examine your body."

Shiraki Shun nodded and walked over.

The physical examination mentioned by the deities is not a medical check-up, but has another meaning.

This examination is mainly to check whether Bai Mujun has sufficient magical power.

After all, it is a ritual of exorcism, which inevitably involves dealing with supernatural beings and ghosts. Without sufficient magical power, it is easy to fall into danger.

Every time Shiraki Shun goes out for a purification ritual, a physical examination is an indispensable part of the process.

Despite her laziness, the gods cared deeply for her only priestess.

Her level of concern was so high that she was willing to give up two episodes of a new anime series she was currently watching.

What, you're giving up on three episodes?

No, that won't work.

Three episodes is too many.

Shiraki Shun lay before the deity, closing his eyes.

The girl leaned forward, exhaled softly, and placed her hands on either side of Shiraki Shun's head, her fingers gently touching his temples.

A warm light gathered from her fingertips, transforming into countless shimmering white points of light that shot into Bai Mujun's body.

After a while.

The deity stopped, a look of weariness appearing on his face.

The filling is complete.

Tenji Shrine has few believers, and without believers, there is no power of will, which makes her, as a deity, very weak in magical power.

If she had more magic power, she could provide more to Shiramoto Jun, but right now she can only provide a pitifully small amount.

However, it should be enough to deal with ordinary little ghosts.

Sensing the surge of magical power into his body, Shiramu Jun opened his eyes.

It just so happens that they've found a match with the gods.

The deity lowered her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, her petite body exuding a subtle sense of oppression.

Her tone was serious.

"Priest Shiraki, to be honest, I don't want to move out of the Tenji Shrine yet."

"So, I'm asking you for help."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Shun smiled.

This is what a god should look like.

"Ah."

I'm going out.

He then got up, pushed open the palace door, and walked into the night.

Inside the temple, the deity stretched out his hands, turning them over and over as he looked at them.

Her pretty face wore a puzzled expression.

Why is Shiraki-kun's magic power always completely depleted whenever it is checked?

Is this amount of magic power too little for him?

Well, being a god in this world isn't easy. I've already done my best to give him all this.

I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to play games.

The god hummed a song, plopped back down in front of the screen, and gave up thinking.

Shiraki Shun, who was walking in the night, also felt the same way.

He raised his hands, took deep, rhythmic breaths, and regulated the magical power within his body.

Bai Mujun observed that each time the divine power was delivered to him, it would automatically be divided into twenty parts within his body and transported to all parts of his body through blood circulation.

If each part is counted as one point of mana, then that's twenty points of mana.

In the years since he transmigrated, the gods have done the same thing almost every time he went out to perform exorcisms.

Bai Mujun speculated that this magical power might be a manifestation of life force.

Because after each boost to his magical power, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

Minor injuries sustained during exorcism will heal quickly.

And life-threatening serious injuries

Haven't encountered it yet.

It's even remarkably effective at preventing mosquito bites.

Thanks to this magic, Shiraki Jun didn't need to light mosquito coils in the summer and could sleep soundly until dawn.

Finally, and most importantly.

This magic granted him the power to exorcise evil spirits and carry out justice.

Adjustments complete.

Shiraki Shun lowered his hand and smiled.

Yes, as usual, the maximum mana has been increased by twenty points this time.

I'm one step closer to 30,000 mana.

Chapter Three: The White Wood Priest is Serious Enough

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

As night fell, the flashing neon lights urged late-night travelers to hurry home, and most of the shops on both sides had already closed.

Shiraki Shun stopped in front of one of the shops that was still open.

The lettering on the billboard in front of the door is eye-catching.

"150 yen for 30 minutes"

The name of the shop is Mitsui Comic Cafe.

Although the name sounds rather sophisticated, Shiraki Shun, who has been in Japan for some time and is used to the neon lifestyle, knows that this kind of shop is usually called an "internet cafe" in his previous life in China.

However, internet cafes in Japan have relatively complete infrastructure, and you can find food, accommodation, and even showers there.

Thanks to its relatively low price, one or two thousand yen can cover a night's stay, and many homeless people choose to stay here overnight.

Shiraki Shun walked into the store.

On the left, a middle-aged man in his forties was dozing off behind a dark brown dresser counter.