I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

The azure dome reappeared, and soft white clouds drifted in the eyes of the gods.

The gloomy, hellish scene I just witnessed seemed like an illusion.

The gods, who had just gotten up from the ground, were completely bewildered by the sight before them.

Without bothering to brush the dust off their clothes, they fell into a long silence.

What's happening here?

If things continue to develop as they just did, shouldn't the next step be a full-scale war between the Netherworld and Takamagahara?

Why did that god of the underworld change his mind?

No, it's less about changing one's mind and more about...

Persuaded?

To the astonishment of the gods, the deity crossed his arms and clasped them in front of him.

He turned away resentfully and muttered something under his breath in a barely audible voice.

"Please don't make a mistake."

"What I lost was merely this one contest; I, the god, have not lost yet, that's why I haven't lost."

"However, creature, what you said seems to make a slight sense."

A hint of hesitation appeared on the god's small face.

She lowered her eyes, looking at her soft little hands, and asked in confusion.

"This god will never allow his power to wander outside."

“But this time, it is true that I have not been able to take back the power from you.”

"There might actually be some reason behind this."

At this point, the deity gently clenched his fist and looked at Shiramu Jun again.

"Since that's the case, until I can come up with a reason, this world will remain as it is for the time being—"

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment!"

Before Bai Mujun could respond, an anxious voice interrupted the god's words.

At this moment, Ebisu's expression had become extremely flustered.

His thin face trembled incessantly, his eyes were filled with panic, and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

Nevertheless, he still did his best to show his submissive attitude.

He bent over and knelt on the ground, burying his forehead deep in his hands.

"Your Majesty, you once promised me that you would erase Takamagahara and make that wicked brother and sister disappear from this world."

"And now, they're all here; you shouldn't let them go—"

Upon hearing Ebisu's words, the god frowned slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he calmly looked down at Ebisu, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Listen up, you ants."

"I have respected your will, so this contest is being conducted with your consent."

"And now the result is obvious."

"The Netherworld has lost."

The Netherworld lost?

Ebisu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

He raised his head and stared at the god in disbelief.

With his divine power, having lost the amplification spell enhanced by demonic power, he naturally couldn't see the scene inside the barrier.

From his perspective, all he could see was the god's sudden and unprovoked attack, and Bai Mujun's unwavering defiance.

I thought that the situation inside meant that the Netherworld had won a great victory and that the Supreme God was about to begin destroying Takamagahara.

What I heard instead was a word of surrender.

Ebisu could not accept this at all.

I suffered a huge psychological blow.

At this moment, he spoke incoherently.

"But, Your Majesty—"

"Insect, the wish I granted you has come to an end."

"Is something this simple really that difficult to understand?"

At this point, the deity paused, and his gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp.

"Or perhaps, ants."

"You, do you wish to interfere with my actions?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Under the indifferent gaze of the gods, Ebisu's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

But I still gritted my teeth and continued.

“If Your Excellency finds this too complicated, I, a humble man, also have a way.”

"Please, Your Majesty, grant me a little more power so that I may destroy Takamagahara myself, without troubling Your Majesty."

"Shut up." The god was getting impatient.

"What I have said is the established law."

The words of the god were like a heavy hammer, mercilessly striking Ebisu's forehead.

Ebisu stared blankly at the deity, his eyes suddenly losing their luster and becoming utterly empty.

The next moment, the corners of his mouth turned up.

He knelt on the ground, cupped his face in his hands, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha"

"Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi"

"Izanagi, Izanami"

"Takamagahara, Ashihara"

"Are all of these going to get in my way?"

"Answer me, priest!"

Ebisu suddenly looked up, his two venomous eyes fixed on Shiraki Shun like poisonous snakes.

She was completely hysterical.

The next instant, the sleeve of his right arm suddenly burst open.

On its right arm, countless thick, jet-black tentacles writhe.

Its huge suction cups expanded and contracted, and from time to time, foul-smelling bodily fluids slid down its limbs.

Ebisu, her eyes red, looked at Shiraki Shun.

"Your power comes from the Supreme God. If I can obtain it, I can also destroy Takamagahara!"

"I can do it, I'm capable of doing it, I can do it."

"No, it must be done!"

Ebisu roared in anger.

Following his arm, his body also exploded like a ball.

Countless tentacles emerged from his body.

Amidst the viscous friction sound, layers upon layers of dark shadows shot out.

Shiramu Jun sighed softly.

A gentle yet brilliant silver light began to emanate from the palm of his hand.

Push forward calmly.

In an instant, a long silver river appeared in the sky.

The magical power surged like waves, meeting the oncoming tentacles head-on.

Just before it came into contact with the wave, the angle of the tentacles changed strangely.

They all decisively changed direction.

At the same time, taking advantage of the power of this palm strike, their speed increased dramatically again, accelerating their attack.

From all sorts of bizarre angles, they pierced the unsuspecting god.

The next moment, the god looked expressionlessly at Ebisu, who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

More accurately, it is a monster that only retains the face of Ebisu, while the rest of its features have disappeared.

The twisted tentacles coiled and intertwined, forming a new, enormous body.

At this moment, Ebisu's voice also became exceptionally low.

"Hand over your power!"

"Why?"

Falling into the shadow of Ebisu, the god asked with a hint of sarcasm.

She raised her hand.

Her delicate palm was aimed at Ebisu.

"You insignificant ant, how dare you covet the power of the Netherworld?"