I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

So, that...

She reached out her hand to Shiraki Jun and made a soft, almost inaudible request.

"Could you help me put it on?"

Shiraki Jun paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Extremely happy to."

He bent down in the void, knelt on one knee, and gently and carefully pushed the ring onto the god's left ring finger.

Boom boom boom

As the deity put on the ring, an unusual noise once again appeared in this space.

However, it was not because the gods had regained power.

Instead, it came from the giant tree next to it, whose body had been hollowed out.

Having regained a bit of strength, it struggled to its feet, and colorful fireworks reappeared in the darkness.

Beneath the dazzling fireworks, Shiramu Jun smiled slightly.

He then looked at the crack to the side and said gently.

"Then, Your Excellency, it's time to go back."

I'm raising a god in Tokyo

Chapter 334 There are gods in the world

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

The streets were much quieter tonight than usual, with many shops closing early and their electronic signs going dark.

However, it's not because of an economic downturn or poor business.

Rather, it's because at this time, most people in Tokyo have already gathered in specific locations to prepare for the arrival of the New Year.

This specific location refers to various temples and shrines in Tokyo.

It's that time of year again when temples and shrines make their fortune.

It's strange that in this modern society, shouldn't people be most grateful for the rapidly developing science and technology? Why do they still worship those false gods?

If you understand that, you should have been up all night at the internet cafe on New Year's Eve, you bastard!

Inside the Mitsui Comic Cafe, Yuta Mitsui angrily put down his teacup, thinking to himself.

The bell rang, and Miyazaki Takuma, an employee who had come to work the night shift, pushed open the door and walked in.

He saw Yuta Mitsui and greeted him casually.

"Mr. Mitsui, aren't you going home today either?"

"Oh, my wife took our daughter to the temple fair. I'm all alone at home anyway, so it doesn't really matter whether we go back or not."

"Ah, what a miserable middle-aged life," Miyazaki Takuma said with a look of sympathy. "Is it because you can't find common ground with your wife and daughter that you're being disliked?"

Mitsui Yuta silently made a mental note that his bonus for this month was gone.

"By the way, Mr. Mitsui is an atheist, isn't he?" Miyazaki Takuma suddenly asked.

Yuta Mitsui was about to answer "yes" when he suddenly shut his mouth.

Three months ago, he was indeed a staunch advocate of materialism.

But after experiencing that encounter in the alley and witnessing the existence of ghosts firsthand, Mitsui Yuta's beliefs underwent a huge change.

If ghosts and monsters exist in the world, then perhaps the existence of gods wouldn't be so unreasonable?

Miyazaki Takuma, seeing Mitsui Yuta suddenly fall silent, hurriedly waved his hand.

“Mr. Mitsui, I have no other meaning. I do not look down on you because you are an atheist.”

"Actually, whether there are gods in this world is not important; what matters is the atmosphere."

"Humans are creatures that actively seek warmth in groups; only when they gather together can they feel warmth from others."

“And the New Year’s Hatsumode allows people who are originally unrelated to each other to gather together at the same time and share their joy, which is the most wonderful thing.” Takuma Miyazaki said with a look of rapture.

"I believe that once Mr. Mitsui experiences it, he will understand the fun it brings."

"Alright, I'm too old for a kid like you to lecture me," Mitsui Yuta said irritably.

"However, if it's just for one experience, it's not impossible."

He took a note out of the drawer, then stood up, walked up to Miyazaki Takuma, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously.

"Then I'll leave the shop to you tonight."

"Huh?" Miyazaki Takuma was taken aback and immediately panicked.

I was just saying it casually, I didn't expect Mr. Mitsui to take it seriously.

Running a shop alone means you have to both clean the private rooms and greet customers.

Do you think I can create shadow clones?

He quickly made amends.

“Mr. Mitsui, it’s not too late to experience it next year.”

"Are you in such a hurry because you're worried you won't live to see next year?"

"Besides, you won't get your bonus next month either."

The day before Hūshū (the first shrine visit of the year), all trams will not stop running in order to accommodate the travel needs of citizens.

Sitting on the tram, Yuta Mitsui looked at the "30% off coupon" in his hand.

The inscription is attributed to Tenji Shrine.

Although Yuta Mitsui runs an internet cafe, he himself is not used to frequenting the internet because he cannot accept new things on the internet.

However, he has recently heard about this shrine from many customers.

It was an unknown shrine before, but suddenly it became a sensation and became the top shrine in Tokyo.

However, with such a priest, it was inevitable that he would become popular.

Yuta Mitsui thought to himself.

Upon arrival at the station, he got off the tram and went to the address on the coupon.

In the distance, a string of bright lights came into view.

One stall after another circled the foot of the mountain, their bright lights seeming to set Pingxiong Mountain ablaze.

The crowd thronged, their excited chatter and chatter mingling with the aroma of food, making it hard not to join in.

What a grand temple fair!

Seeing this display of force, Yuta Mitsui couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

He had previously rung the bell at Tenryu-ji Temple in Shinjuku Ward, but the scale of the temple fair there was simply incomparable to that of this place.

Looking at this scene, Yuta Mitsui unconsciously started walking.

When he realized what was happening, he had not only squeezed into the crowd, but had also joined the queue for a taiyaki (fish-shaped fritter) stall.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, here you go, buddy, your taiyaki."

The stall owner who handed him the taiyaki was a burly man, who looked to be about his age, with a cheerful smile on his angular face.

Underneath the apron, he wore an incongruous suit, his massive pectoral muscles bulging out of the collar, making him look exceptionally imposing.

After thanking him, Mitsui Yuta accepted the gift and continued walking through the temple fair.

It went around in circles.

Another lap.

One more lap.

Finally, he circled back to the taiyaki stall and asked awkwardly.

"Hey boss, which road do I take to get to Tenji Shrine?"

The burly man was taken aback, then pointed to the mountain steps behind him that were completely obscured by his stall.

No wonder I couldn't find the way; it turns out you blocked the road.

Yuta Mitsui's expression was slightly unfriendly, but he still managed to suppress his anger.

"I am a believer and I am going to the shrine to worship. Please let me through."

After saying that, he tried to squeeze through the stalls.

Inspector Yamato grabbed him.

"Wait a minute, buddy, do you not surf the internet often? Don't you even know that Tenji Shrine does not accept first shrine visits?"

"No first shrine visits allowed?" Mitsui Yuta asked, puzzled. "Why?"

The first shrine visit of the year is arguably the time when shrines earn the most income.

Even the money box would be replaced with a large white cloth at this time.

Worshippers only need to toss their five yen onto the white cloth.

They literally carried the money in sacks.

If the cost of worship is so high, then the income from selling Shinto items is even more considerable.

Such a huge sum of money, just given up like that?

Yuta Mitsui could hardly believe it.

"I don't know." Inspector Yamato shrugged.

"But since Priest Shiraki did this, he must have a deeper meaning."

Yuta Mitsui astutely captured the key words.

"Priest Shiraki? Is that Shiraki Shun?"