Becoming a god in Tokyo starts in the bathroom

"Mrs. Kishimoto, my eyes..."

......

Jitaro Iguchi's questions don't always get a response, but whenever they do, the fleshy piece on his face that transforms into an eye will eat up an extra bite of his original eye.

Neither the person asking the question, Jitaro Iguchi, nor the customer responding seemed to be able to see the flesh that was devouring people.

Passengers on the same train and pedestrians along the way could not see the fleshy mass in Iguchi Jitaro's eye.

It was getting darker and darker.

"Miss Yoshimoto, have my eyes changed at all?"

At Ms. Yoshimoto's house, located on the outskirts of Tokyo, Jitaro Iguchi casually asked after delivering the medicine.

"Eyes... Iguchi-san, I envy your eyes so much. My eyes are small and ugly. I wish my eyes could be as big as yours."

Miss Yoshimoto, who was born with an ugly appearance, looked into Jitaro Iguchi's eyes and expressed her heartfelt feelings:

"Sigh, but even if my eyes were beautiful, I'd still be ugly since I'm so ugly."

嗞~

The fleshy mass on Iguchi Jitaro's face suddenly stopped moving.

New changes have been triggered.

Or rather, some changes were triggered ahead of schedule.

A piece of meat, similar to the previous one, jumped out of Iguchi Jitaro's eye socket, which was not yet fully eaten, and then, under his gaze, bounced onto Yoshimoto's face.

"Iguchi-san, look at my eyes, don't they look a bit like yours?"

The piece of meat obscured Ms. Yoshimoto's eyes, just as Iguchi Jitaro had done before; Ms. Yoshimoto's casual tone at this moment was also just like Iguchi Jitaro's before.

Upon hearing this question, Iguchi Jitaro's expression became dazed, his voice hollow, and he responded as if lost in thought:

"Yes, Miss Yoshimoto, our eyes are very similar."

"They all have clear, bright eyes, large eye sockets, and dark circles under their eyes."

The piece of flesh biting into Ms. Yoshimoto's face gradually changes as the description unfolds.

The same hollow, absent-minded voice came from Ms. Yoshimoto's mouth:

"Yes, Mr. Iguchi, my eyes are just like yours, with clear pupils, large eye sockets, and dark circles."

......

"Who else has eyes like ours?"

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

When Shen Changqing walked down the street, he would greet or nod to people he knew.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone's face was expressionless, as if they were indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing had already gotten used to it.

This is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization dedicated to maintaining the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main duty is to slay demons and monsters, though it also has other side hustles.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands are stained with blood.

When a person has become accustomed to life and death, they will become indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he was a little unaccustomed to it, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Bureau is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are either extremely powerful experts or have the potential to become experts.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter category.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions: Guardian and Demon Exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts as a demon exorcist, the lowest rank.

Then, through gradual promotion, one can eventually become a garrison commander.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon hunter in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among demon hunters.

It possesses the memories of its predecessor.

He was also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.

Unlike the other grim places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stands out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the blood-soaked Demon Suppression Division.

The attic door was open at this time, and people occasionally went in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.

Enter the attic.

The environment changed suddenly.

A whiff of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted over, causing him to instinctively furrow his brow, but he quickly relaxed it.

The bloody smell emanating from everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash off.

Chapter 242 Searching

After exchanging a few normal words, Jitaro Iguchi went home as usual, and Ms. Yoshimoto seemed to have not noticed anything and continued her normal life.

Or rather... they really don't know anything.

The newly born eeriness can only spread latently and slowly.

In this newly emerging situation, the eeriness can only spread among the followers of the [God of the Washroom], and it can only spread once through this specific triggering method.

As for what happens next...

After two people were infected by the strange creature, the flesh devoured their eye sockets, and the creature ate even more heartily.

It is foreseeable that as the number of infections increases, this unknown and eerie phenomenon will spread even faster.

"Welcome, Mr. Iguchi! Ah? Your appearance... Uh, Mr. Iguchi, you look even younger!"

"Hmm? Yoshimoto-chan, are you asking what's different about you? Haha, Yoshimoto-chan seems a bit more cheerful now!"

"Hey, Yoshimoto-chan, wanna go to the church bathhouse together tomorrow? I heard that if you're good at talking, you can get a discount..."

......

Jitaro Iguchi asked questions of each of the shopkeepers he was dealing with, while Ms. Yoshimoto chatted with her friends.

Jitaro Iguchi has even fewer social connections and spends even less time with people; he hardly speaks to anyone.

Ms. Yoshimoto has many more sisters who worship the "God of the Bathhouse" for bathing, and most of these sisters' brothers and boyfriends have also been taken to bathhouses before.

When communicating with non-believers, they could only ask themselves if they had changed; only when talking to others who were also believers in the "God of the Washroom" could they ask...

"Xu Zi Jiang, look, don't our eyes look alike?"

As Ms. Yoshimoto was chatting, she suddenly turned to her sister beside her and asked a question, almost unconsciously.

"Huh? Our eyes don't look alike at all! My eyes are bigger! Hayami-chan's eyes are only as small as Yoshimoto's!"

"That's right, that's right, the eyes in the morning look just like Yoshimoto's!"

"Oh, don't mention my eyes! My lips are very pretty!"

"Hmm, Morning-chan, don't our eyes look alike?"

Miss Yoshimoto asked, as if lost in thought.

"You've got me! Oh well, our eyes do look alike."

As soon as Yano Hayami finished speaking, a chunk of flesh appeared on her face.

Then......

"Morning, my eyes are just like yours."

"Yoshimoto-chan, my eyes are the same as yours."

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you all? You're acting like you've found your own sisters!"

"Let's stop talking about this. Are we going to the bathhouse tomorrow? We need to decide soon, or we might not be able to get a turn!"

......

"Darling, aren't our eyes very similar...?"

......

"Little brother, don't our eyes look alike...?"

......

The day ended in a rush.

On the first day of the strange occurrence, the number of infected people was 5.

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"Screening? Or a general survey? Or perhaps, scanning the entire Tokyo area by speeding through the city?"

He Chen is currently hesitating about the most appropriate course of action.

It would take him more than twenty hours to test all of these believers, which is absolutely unacceptable.

In particular, with the opening up of religious quotas, He Chen's number of followers has once again begun to grow by hundreds.

As time went on, his reputation as the "God of the Bathhouse" for his incredibly effective bathing at the church bathhouse had already spread to a small circle in Tokyo.