I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"But if I do that, will the deity still obediently return here?"

"Judging from the experiences shown in the orb of light, the deity at that time will probably hide in some inconspicuous corner again, and then seize the opportunity to reclaim the Netherworld."

"The Netherworld is so vast, finding the God again will be quite troublesome."

A look of astonishment appeared in the god's eyes.

Is that how it is?

I actually fell for it, so stupidly.

A strong sense of resentment suddenly welled up in her heart.

As an ancient god, how could he be forced to this extent by a mere living being?

This is a disgrace to the ancient gods!

However, the most important thing now is how to get out of this predicament.

The gods know all too well how powerful authority is.

Even ancient gods are as insignificant as a speck of dust before authority, and resistance is nothing but futile.

I can only pretend to agree to his demands first, and then find a chance to escape.

Shiraki Shun, on the other side, seemed to have seen through the god's heart and spoke with a smile.

"My Lord, please abandon such thoughts."

Upon hearing this, the god's body suddenly stiffened.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless invisible chains emerged from the void, firmly binding the god to the spot.

The god's gaze gradually became unfocused as he looked at Bai Mujun and murmured.

"Understood, this god will not run away—"

She suddenly realized what was happening, bit her lip tightly, and stopped talking.

Her snow-white neck turned bright red with shame and indignation.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words.

"You creature, don't be too smug!"

"No matter how you try to tamper with my will, I will never submit to you!"

"Just now, I was thinking that it wouldn't hurt for me to occasionally return to the shrine with you."

"But now, I have made up my mind to stay here and not go anywhere!"

"If you don't like me, then take action!"

Looking at the sulking god, Shiramu Jun sighed softly.

"I understand."

“If Your Majesty wishes to stay here, then of course I will respect Your Majesty’s choice.”

He stood up and said goodbye.

"Then, Your Majesty, I'll head back to the shrine now."

"Hmph, no matter what you do, I won't... Hey? What did you say? You want to go back?"

The god was taken aback upon hearing this.

“Yes.” Shiramu Jun nodded.

"Are you just going to leave like this? Leaving me here alone? Aren't you afraid I'll take back my power?"

"If it is possible for you, my lord, then please do so."

The god stared blankly at Bai Mujun.

Having gained power, why choose to abandon it?

What does authority truly mean to this being?

"Well then, I'm leaving." Bai Mujun didn't linger any longer and turned around.

A deep, dark crack appeared naturally beside him, following his movements.

"Be careful on the road," the deity responded instinctively.

"By the way, Your Majesty."

Before leaving, Shiramu Jun suddenly turned around and stared intently at the deity.

"Since Your Majesty has chosen to stay here, there is a question that Your Majesty may have considered."

"How shall I be addressed until the divine being reclaims his authority?"

call?

The god blinked, pondering carefully.

The authority of the god of the underworld controls all order and rules within the underworld.

Even an ancient god like her is no exception; she is under the control of authority and cannot disobey it.

How should I refer to such a being?

The conclusion is obvious.

That's it?

Master, owner?

The gods were dumbfounded.

How could I possibly bring myself to call myself that?

"If I respect the choice of the gods, shouldn't the gods also show me at least some respect?"

"If even the gods cannot do this, how can they reclaim their authority from me?"

Shiraki Shun acted as if it were perfectly natural.

Upon hearing this, the god froze on the spot as if petrified.

After a while, her delicate eyebrows drooped slightly, and she said listlessly.

"I've thought it through."

"I, I will go back to the shrine with you."

"As for titles, 'Priest' sounds better."

"Then, let's go together."

Shiraki Shun smiled slightly, seemingly unsurprised by the god's answer.

"Oh, right, Your Majesty, here you go."

He stretched out his hand and spread it out before the gods.

In his palm lay a ring of a deep, dark color.

A vast aura permeated the space, faintly emanating from above.

The moment the god saw the ring, his eyes widened in disbelief.

It is the power that living beings have taken from themselves.

You just handed it over to me so casually?

Could this be another scam?

The deity glanced at the ring, then looked up at Bai Mujun, pointed at the ring, and cautiously spoke.

"Should this really be returned to me, God?"

"It originally belonged to the gods, so what's there to hesitate about?" Bai Mujun asked doubtfully.

"That's not what I meant," the god hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

"Aren't you afraid that I might change my mind once I regain power?"

"Of course I'm not afraid," Bai Mujun replied without hesitation.

"You really believe in me that much?" the god asked in surprise.

Shiraki Shun smiled calmly.

No, not at all.

"But now I am confident that even without relying on authority, I can still suppress the gods."

"If Your Majesty does not believe me, I can show Your Majesty."

As he spoke, a thought crossed his mind, and the Eighth Fahai suddenly became restless.

boom

After the recent turmoil, the space that had finally stabilized was suddenly thrown into turmoil once again.

Seeing this, the deity quickly waved his hand and said.

"No, that's not necessary!"

"Of course I believe it!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mujun slightly regretfully dispelled his magic and handed over the ring.

"Then, Your Majesty, please accept this."

Gazing at the ring, the god hesitated for a long time, a blush gradually spreading across his cheeks.

Shiraki Jun asked in confusion.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Is there any other problem?"

"Ah."

The blush on the god's cheeks grew even more intense.

"The authority of the god of the underworld is such that no other will can touch it except the will that it acknowledges."