I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Shiraki Shun spoke slowly.

"Those scenes I just saw in the sphere of light, were they the journey of the deity becoming the god of the underworld?"

"Yes, that's right," the god nodded.

“Each of those rays of light, like myself, represents a god born from the beginning; you can call them ancient gods.”

"Since their birth, these ancient gods have been fighting each other in chaos, just to determine the final victor."

"Because the victor will hold supreme authority."

"This authority encompasses all power and reveals all truth. Once you obtain it, smoothing out chaos, creating order, and bringing rules will be a simple matter."

"Even ancient gods cannot resist such temptation."

Shiraki Shun continued to ask.

"If that's the case, then why did the deity ultimately choose to fall into slumber?"

Upon hearing this question, the god's eyes suddenly dimmed.

She hugged her legs tightly, curled up on the throne, and remained silent for a moment.

After a long while, a low, dejected sound came from behind her knees.

"Because it has no meaning."

"Why did it exist? Why did it seek power? And why did it become such a being?"

"This is not what I want at all."

"From the very beginning, I never intended to be the victor; I only wanted to survive."

"But after I gained authority, even the concept of death disappeared."

"Because in the infinite time and space of the Netherworld, there is no longer any factor that can threaten this god."

"Not only did the authority fail to provide me with an answer, it also denied the meaning of my existence, which is the most absurd thing."

"Use your senses as you living beings to feel this place, empty and painful."

The deity reached out and placed his hand on his chest, where his heart was.

"So, the gods created the Netherworld?"

Shiraki Shun asked softly.

The deity glanced at Shiramu Jun with slight surprise, then admitted it.

"Yes."

"I pondered this for a long time before finally reaching a conclusion."

"Perhaps the significance of those in positions of power can only be realized through those in positions of power."

"Therefore, I created the Netherworld, became its master, allowed the birth of living beings, and granted them the right to pray to me."

"However, I was wrong."

"Although they revere and even fear this god, subconsciously they only see this god as a tool for making wishes, and the only thing they care about is whether their wishes can be fulfilled."

"No matter what kind of creature it is, all it shows to me is selfishness and desire for various reasons."

The deity paused.

"But you are different, living being."

"Your existence is very special to me."

"I have bestowed power upon many worthy beings, hoping that some beings will emerge so that I may see a different kind of hope."

"But they all failed."

"Beings that have obtained my power cannot comprehend its essence; they are simply disgracing my power."

"But only you actively stole power from me."

"This means that you may very well be able to see the world through the eyes of this god."

As the deity spoke, a ball of light floated down from the dark, ancient tree behind her.

It slowly deformed and coalesced into another throne.

It is about half the size of the throne of the gods, and it sits on one side of the throne of the gods, radiating a mysterious and profound light.

A series of dark steps appeared before Shiramu Jun, leading all the way to the throne.

The deity looked directly into Shiramu Jun's eyes and said solemnly.

"If you remain in the Netherworld, I will grant you the opportunity to access authority."

She changed her tone and continued.

"Of course, I am aware of your concerns about the shrine."

"Don't worry, that is, after all, my shrine, and I don't want it to fall into disrepair."

"According to your original plan, you only need to serve this god for five or six days a week."

"On Sunday, I will allow you to return and manage the shrine."

The deity stretched out his hand, his slender white fingers waving in front of Shiramu Jun.

"How about this arrangement, my fellow beings?"

“Hmm, that sounds perfectly reasonable. It’s no wonder it’s the consideration of the gods,” Bai Mujun agreed.

"right?"

Upon hearing this, a bright smile appeared on the goddess's beautiful face.

Shiraki Shun smiled and nodded, then added.

"But I refuse."

In an instant, the smile on the god's face froze.

She stared blankly at Bai Mujun for a few seconds, then her whole demeanor gradually turned cold and trembling.

He gritted his teeth and said.

"Didn't you say that you would agree to stay in the Netherworld if I answered your question?!"

"You weaver of lies, you foolish and disorderly spirit! How dare you deceive this god!"

"I am not deceiving the gods."

Bai Mujun said calmly.

He stepped onto the dark stairs in front of him.

"But after hearing the deity's answer, there is one thing I am even more certain of."

"The Netherworld does not necessarily need a master."

"But a shrine cannot be without deities."

I'm raising a god in Tokyo

Chapter 330 Is this how the Netherworld was created?

The moment Shiraki Shun stepped onto the stairs, the surrounding darkness inexplicably became turbulent.

Twisted wisps of eerie mist appeared, like vicious venomous snakes coiled on the steps, attempting to stop the intruders from advancing.

But this obviously couldn't stop Shiramu Jun.

The light reflected by the magic shone brightly, and the divine kingdom and the demon-immune Dharma Sea were opened.

A layer of brilliant silver light condensed on the hunting robe, emitting ripples like water, forcefully dispersing the nearby dark mist.

In the deep darkness, a bright, unassailable light appeared.

On this path forged with magical power, Shiramu Shun strode forward.

The light stretched forward until it reached the throne of the gods.

However, Shiraki Shun did not walk straight up, but stopped three or four steps away from the throne.

From this position, the god's eyes met his gaze, allowing them to look at each other at eye level.

Looking at the handsome face before him, the god frowned slightly.

"Life form, since you do not intend to accept the authority bestowed upon you by this god, then why do you come before this god?"

"Because I want to try to persuade the gods," Shiraki Jun said sincerely.

"Persuade what? Persuade this god to give up his identity as the lord of the underworld and play the role of a dispensable deity in a shrine?" The god's tone was slightly sarcastic. "It's utterly absurd."

She reached out and pointed to the giant, leafy tree behind her.

"Here, the entire Netherworld is under my control. With just a thought, I can establish new laws."

"But in that shrine, I can only play games and watch anime every day, and even have to personally make amulets, write goshuin (stamps), and write fortune slips for those insignificant creatures every week."

"This kind of life is extremely boring and tedious."

Do you really think I would miss that kind of life?

“My Lord, please don’t lie,” Bai Mujun said calmly.

"If the gods really find life at the shrine boring, then why grant Ebisu's wishes?"

"Even if it was just a little, Your Majesty, you must have truly felt that sense of fulfillment and joy, right?"

A feeling of fulfillment and happiness?

Upon hearing Bai Mujun's words, the god was stunned.

When had she, as the Goddess of the Underworld, ever had this experience?

She was about to deny it when she suddenly stopped.

She had indeed experienced that feeling before.

However, it was not her, as the Goddess of the Underworld.

Instead, it was her who had forgotten her identity and authority as the god of the underworld, and who spent her days carefree in the shrine.