Becoming a god in Tokyo starts in the bathroom

The boss didn't want the customers' attention in front of the stall to be diverted to things like gods. He told them to keep an eye on the lottery tickets and buy some!

"This first batch is the scratch-off lottery ticket that just won five 10,000 yen prizes! Only 200 yen a ticket! We'll replace them with new ones when they're all gone!"

The boss held a megaphone and shouted loudly.

Whoever you are, onlookers, come and enter the prize draw!

As soon as the vendor shouted this, the attention of those around him, who had been waiting to hear what god the girl believed in and how she sought good fortune, immediately shifted. They all rushed towards the stall, scrambling to pay for coupons.

"Boss, I'll take five! Just those ones that were over there!"

"Boss, ten cards!"

"Give me two... five lottery tickets!"

"Two thousand yen! I want ten of them too!"

......

After winning several lottery tickets, most of which were worth tens of thousands of yuan, customers were initially drawn to luck by Anzu Matsuori. However, the moment the boss started selling "the same lottery tickets," it immediately introduced another possibility to all the onlookers.

While it's true that a girl winning multiple prizes in a row indicates good luck, wouldn't it be more plausible and reasonable to say that the winning tickets were simply placed together before the big prize was drawn?

The girl's luck could simply be that she happened to come across this batch of lottery tickets!

If that's the case, then what's easier than seeking out a young girl to pray to the gods for good luck, and directly taking advantage of the girl's good fortune?

what?

This is the difference between giving someone a fish and teaching them how to fish.

Goodness, anyone who frequently participates in lotteries knows their own limitations!

It's normal for the gods to favor such an adorable girl; after all, they all want to pamper such a beautiful girl.

But what reason could the gods have for favoring them?

Do you love that they don't shower? Do you love that they have thin hair? Do you love that they gain weight so much they can't be blown away by a typhoon?

Instead of hoping for divine favor, it's far better to try your luck and win some money for a night at the izakaya! And if you happen to win tens of thousands of yen, you can even sponsor impoverished high school girls!

"oops!"

In the midst of the crowd, Anzu Matsuori was swept away by the throng and had to quickly walk out.

Fortunately, those rushing over were mostly people eager to buy lottery tickets and enter the raffle, only thinking about making money. If there were any malicious individuals among them trying to take advantage of the chaos...

He Chen, who was observing the situation next to Anzu Matsuori, would definitely make him spray on the spot and become a spray warrior! And a rapid-fire spray warrior at that!

However, regardless of the circumstances, with everyone focused on grabbing the same lottery tickets, Anzu Matsuori could only retreat step by step until she completely withdrew from the lottery booth.

Leaning against the roadside, watching the chaotic crowd scrambling for money and the smiling but flustered shopkeeper collecting cash, Anzu Matsuori looked bewildered and worried.

Looking down at the tens of thousands of yen in her hand, and then looking up at the crowd that completely ignored her, she didn't know what to do.

Theoretically speaking, no, in reality, her primary goal should be missionary work; making this money was just a side effect!

But now, the money has been earned and is in hand—a full 45,000 yen, enough for Anzu Matsuori's usual weekly wages.

But given the current situation, it's simply impossible to continue missionary work!

"Um, this person..."

Anzu Matsuori tried to grab a young man to spread her teachings, hoping to at least make some use of her trip, but before she could grab him, he had already quickly slipped into the crowd and squeezed towards the lottery booth.

She grabbed another person, but the other person completely ignored her, waved her hand to indicate that she should not disturb him, and then continued to squeeze into the lottery booth.

This is only possible because it's a young girl capturing people. If it were a White Bone Demon or a Spider Demon capturing people... cough cough.

In short, to sum it up in one sentence:

The young believers worked hard to recruit people to spread their faith, while those participating in the lottery squeezed in to buy tickets.

In a short while, the bustling crowd gradually formed a queue, but Anzu Matsuori was no longer the focus of anyone's attention. Except for that old pervert.

This missionary journey seems to have ended abruptly, barely reaching the preparation stage?

Anzu Matsuori looked slightly annoyed and prepared to pray, intending to convey her current situation to the gods. However, before she could even pray, He Chen had already transmitted his voice to her:

"I know everything. It's all that damn shop owner's fault!"

"This isn't your fault, you did a great job. I'm going to teach that scoundrel of a shop owner a lesson right now!"

Xingnan Songzhi was feeling all sorts of grievances here, and He Chen, who was already here, naturally felt the same way after watching for a while.

He could let bygones be bygones who wouldn't say a word to the little believer, since they were indeed busy with their own things. But He Chen would never let that damned shop owner get away with it so easily!

The little believer couldn't understand why the boss interrupted Anzu Matsuori, so how could He Chen, who had been in society for several years in his previous life, not understand?

This clearly shows that they completely treated Anzu Matsuori as a tool, using her and then discarding her, thinking they could profit from it.

You should know that the reason why so many people are gathered here and queuing up is entirely due to the incredible good fortune that Anzu Matsuori has encountered!

As a result, he not only immediately took the bait and attributed all the reasons to the good lottery tickets at his stall, but he also didn't let Anzu Matsuori finish speaking!

Does she really think Anzu Matsuori is easy to bully, that she has no one backing her up?!

Those damned Japanese devils!

He Chen turned his gaze to the smiling shop owner and decisively threw the curse directly at him!

Still not satisfied with just casting the curse, He Chen mobilized his divine power to ensure an extra layer of protection!

Suddenly, the shop owner, who was all smiles and happily collecting money, changed his expression abruptly. Under everyone's gaze, he threw the money into the shop, then covered his buttocks tightly with both hands and rushed into the shop!

"Boss, I'd like to buy lottery tickets!"

The person at the front of the line shouted loudly at the shop owner, and then:

"The money is on the table, so..."

"Pfft~!"

"Take it yourself. Waaah~"

A loud, slurred "plop" sealed the boss's fate!

If he doesn't have pants in his shop, he can forget about leaving the shop today!

Chapter Sixty-Two: Hiding from the Backlash in the Alley

To be fair, the scene of the shop owner being punished was much smaller than the one who chased and killed Anzu Matsuori back then.

This is precisely why the owner was able to run a few steps into the store before the tragic accident occurred, instead of erupting in front of hundreds of customers in line while still smiling.

After all, the reason why He Chen was so ruthless towards that minor character whose name he still doesn't know was because he genuinely believed that Anzu Matsuori was being chased by him, so he acted with the intention of killing her.

This is precisely why the miracle of the human body's reverse fountain was created.

All I can say is, I hope that little guy is alright in the hospital! The gods have limited power, so they won't be able to protect you for now.

Although the shop owner's behavior was quite egregious and he likely hindered Anami Matsuori's missionary work and affected He Chen's growth of believers, ultimately he only made He feel extremely disgusted, but his sins did not warrant death.

Therefore, He Chen did not focus on killing the shop owner, but instead chose to... choose to torture him for a long time until he felt relieved!

Do you really think the gods have run out of fire?!

"Deliberately obstructing the gods from spreading their teachings—this is truly outrageous!"

"Don't be upset, little believer. I've already cursed this shop owner. For at least a month, he'll suddenly ejaculate at random times, including when he's sleeping at night!"

After finishing the task, of course I had to tell Anzu Matsuori.

After all, Anzu Matsuori was really wronged today. Cough cough, although part of it was because of him, now is the perfect time to let the little believer relieve his feelings by punishing the shopkeeper?

If the shop owner is punished, the little believer's mood will improve. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

'Well, Your Majesty, it seems I can't preach today. I'll go home now.'

Anzu Matsuori was already there, so she roughly understood what had happened. After hearing the explanation from the deity and learning about the punishment that the despicable shop owner would receive, she did feel a little better, but overall she was still somewhat down.

He Chen used only one sentence to immediately pull Anzu Matsuori out of her slump:

"Hey, I think you'd better not go home right now. There are still a little over thirty-seven minutes left before the lucky backlash comes."

? !

Anzu Matsuori was stunned for a moment, then her spirits immediately returned, and she gritted her teeth, about to throw a tantrum.

But when he turned his gaze around and saw so many restless passersby queuing up, he could only turn away angrily, but his hand couldn't help but squeeze the 45,000 yuan bill into a crumpled shape!

Seeing Anzu Matsuori walk away into the distance with a sullen face and without saying a word, He Chen scratched his head and quickly checked the faith lines in his mind.

Fortunately, although Anzu Matsuori was also angry this time, her faith did not waver, and her faith remained as steadfast as an old dog.

He Chen, who was originally thinking of comforting the little believer, quickly shut up upon seeing this.

Since the little believer is in a good state now, it's best not to speak. He Chen is still aware of his own limitations. In his past life, he was chased and beaten more than once, twice, three times, four or five times because he spoke too rudely.

Although his intention was to comfort the younger believers, once the words were actually spoken, it was hard to say whether they were comforting or provocative.

What if I accidentally blurted out: "Don't worry or get discouraged by this little backlash now, there will be even bigger backlashes to come!" Wouldn't that be a disaster?

Anzu Matsuori had no idea what the deity was thinking, but since the deity hadn't spoken, her mood did improve a little.

Especially the tactile sensation of the banknotes constantly in your hand—it's safe to say that this thing truly comforts you every single second.

The potential backlash is unknown, but these banknotes are indeed real and tangible.

A daily wage of 45,000 yen would amount to over a million yen a month. Such a monthly income could be used to fund six or seven girls' high schools... cough cough, such an income level is something that even university professors cannot achieve; it is generally only attainable by middle to upper-class individuals in their thirties and forties.

Making this money in just a few minutes? Uh, no, you can't think from that perspective, or your book will get banned.

Well, anyway, after being poor for half a year, Anzu Matsuori had a deep understanding of how difficult it is to make money. She was really quite angry when she was thinking about the backlash, to the point that she even wanted to slide tackle the god down and then beat him up.

However, having money with me all the way here, my mood naturally improved over time.

Of course, misfortunes that should be avoided should still be avoided.

Having learned from her previous experience, Anzu Matsuori made a clear decision this time to head towards the less crowded alleyways.

A backlash in a crowded place could lead to very complicated interpersonal relationships, potentially causing her social death.

However, the worst outcome of venturing into deserted alleys is simply encountering bad people.

After spending this time together, although the label of the god being unreliable has become deeply ingrained and unshakable, his abilities have still been revealed to some extent.

Putting aside the fact that the spray technique, which has a certain flavor, is used to defeat enemies, the deity's destructive power is actually quite astonishing.