I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Is it related to Meguro Ward?

"Ok!"

"Grandma Chiyo just told me that she has contacted the shrines in Meguro Ward and, after investigation, discovered that the accidental death rate in Meguro Ward in recent years is indeed significantly higher than in other wards of Tokyo."

"The other party also takes this matter very seriously. They said they would immediately organize clergy to conduct a thorough investigation of Meguro Ward."

"Ootori Shrine, Tenzu Shrine, Kumano Shrine, and many others will all participate in this operation, and our Kanda Shrine will also send people to help. We will definitely be able to drive those monsters out of Meguro Ward!" Hanekawa Yaya said with a hint of pride.

Upon hearing this news, Shiramu Jun nodded approvingly.

The shrines that Hanekawa Yaya just mentioned are all well-known large shrines in Meguro Ward.

With these shrines joining forces, plus the assistance of Kanda Shrine, they form a formidable force.

However, according to the records in the Kanda Shrine logbook, Shiraki Shun was not entirely at ease.

Because the monsters are also very powerful.

He asked.

"Miyako Hanekawa, when is this cleanup scheduled? I'd like to lend a hand then."

"About two months later?" Yuukawa Yaya thought for a moment and estimated.

"So slow?" Bai Mujun was somewhat surprised.

On the other end of the phone, Yuukawa Yaya rolled her eyes in annoyance.

This is fighting a monster!

Of course, we should be as meticulous as possible and make plans to deal with everything!

Do you really think everyone has such profound magical powers as you?

Her tone immediately became serious, and she began to lecture him earnestly.

"Priest Shiraki, you must not be careless."

"Grandma Chiyo said that even a dog god like Kotaro is only considered to be at the lowest level among yokai."

"Grandma also said that fighting with monsters is a very dangerous thing. They not only possess demonic arts, but also have many dangerous and unpredictable moves."

"Therefore, even if it is the White Wood Priest, it is best not to act rashly."

Shiraki Shun nodded and promised, "Don't worry, Miko Hanekawa, I won't act rashly until I'm 100% certain."

"That's good! Come visit me in Chiyoda Ward sometime!"

Yuukawa Yaya then hung up the phone.

Her real intention in making the call was because she was worried that Bai Mujun would venture into the enemy camp alone.

Since Shiramu Jun already knows what's going on, that's naturally the best outcome.

Shiraki Shun also put down his phone.

We were 100% certain; now we're 99.8%.

Only 0.02 points remain, which is the final step in the practical implementation.

At this moment, he activated Fahai.

He slowly converted the frequency of his magic power into the frequency emitted by the mirror monster in his memory.

As the transformation proceeds.

A layer of magical power, similar to demonic energy, gradually enveloped his body, completely transforming his magical power into another form.

Successful.

The effect is very realistic.

Although its appearance has not changed, its aura has undergone a complete transformation.

They are completely different from humans.

It was in the form of a monster.

In the hall, the deity who was lying on the wall reading comics suddenly shuddered.

A strange, chilling aura rose from within the hall.

Amidst her surprise and doubt, a thought arose in her mind.

Is a yokai invading the shrine?

She looked warily in the direction from which the aura was coming, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, it's Priest Shiraki.

That's fine.

The gods no longer cared much about why the priest Shiraki exuded a demonic aura.

As Newton said, it's better to do less than more.

The most important thing for a god is to be happy.

Meguro Ward.

Kotaro, who was lying in front of the door, looked up and stared blankly at the moon.

Suddenly, its nostrils twitched, and it couldn't help but sniff the air a few more times.

It immediately stood up alertly, bared its fangs at the open space not far away, and let out a low growl.

An arm stretched out from the crack in the sewer under the dim streetlights.

The sewer cover was slowly lifted, and a dark mass of flesh trembled and crawled up, following the light.

Look closely—

That was clearly a human body.

However, even though it only has the missing right half and not the left half, it is still moving.

The place was shrouded in eerie energy; it was clearly a ghost.

Seeing Kotaro's fierce appearance, the meat chunk turned away in fear, crawled to the roadside with water stains, and hid in the shadow of the wall.

Kotaro's eyes widened.

It wasn't that seeing this ghost was particularly strange.

Rather, it recognized that this ghost was one of the monsters in the Meguro Ward.

Since it would appear here on its own initiative, it means...

Thinking of this, Kotaro immediately started shouting wildly in his mind.

"Master, Master! Are you there?"

"The big one is coming!"

Chapter 45 Assassination by Pressing F

Meguro Ward.

In the dead of night, the hazy moonlight shines down.

The ghost, which had been lurking in the shadows for hours, suddenly stirred.

A thick, muscular hand emerged from the darkness and gripped its head.

He then picked it up completely and, like selecting goods in a supermarket, brought it up to his eyes for a closer look.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the ghost trembled halfway down its body, yet dared not resist.

It was a tall, blue-green humanoid creature.

Sunken eye sockets, eyes tightly closed.

But on its forehead, there is an eyeball that is constantly moving around.

He carried a shoulder pole with two small kettles tied to either end.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, resembling the image of an ancient ascetic monk.

At this moment, the blue-faced monk glanced at the spirit in his hand, as if assessing its quality.

After glancing at it a few times, he twisted it with satisfaction and stuffed it into the small pot he was carrying on his shoulder.

Then he walked towards Kotaro.

"Ow"

Kotaro had already revealed his demon form, lowering his massive body and glaring fiercely at the other party, warning it not to come closer.

The blue-faced monk wisely stopped outside Kotaro's attack range, his blue face twisting at the corners of his mouth.

"Hiss hiss hiss, still resisting?"

"But how long can a mere dog god withstand the erosion of the Japanese mother and child?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to join my demonic faction and hunt humans together?"

"That feeling, once you've tried it, *sizzle* even a humble monk like myself becomes somewhat addicted."

At this point, the blue-faced monk licked his lips with ill intent.

"Once you've tasted that feeling, even if you verbally refuse, your body will honestly start moving."

As he spoke, the blue-faced monk lifted the lid of the small pot and reached his large hand into it.

He muttered to himself as he searched.

"Let me think about it, you're a dog."

"It probably likes to eat human intestines the most, right?"

"Oh, I found it."

As he spoke, as if by magic, the blue-faced monk dragged out a large, tangled mess of things from the spout of the pot, which was only an inch wide.

It was a string of bloodied organs.

He raised his thick arm, ready to throw it towards Kotaro.