Becoming a god in Tokyo starts in the bathroom

"Dah! Jue対だめだぜったいだめだ!"

Goodness, upon hearing this, Anzu Matsuori jumped right off the sofa!

What the hell is going on here?!

Is this what the gods are saying?!

Let this high school girl use this summer vacation to unify Tokyo's underworld...

No one would find this development normal!

This time it was just some delinquent girls with sticks, but next time it could be armed thugs! How will we deal with them then?

Wait a minute, how did this turn into a feasibility study?!

"Absolutely not! Forget about it!"

"Ah...is that so? Then, how about unifying the boundaries of one district first?"

"Absolutely not! This isn't about the scope, you bastard!"

He Chen looked rather regretful, but given Anzu Matsuori's resolute and fierce resistance, it seemed that accepting this was the only way forward.

"Then let's put aside the unification of Tokyo's yakuza organizations for now and talk about something else. Cough cough, have you considered underground boxing matches?"

......

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

While repeatedly attacking He Chen with a small pillow from the sofa, Anzu Matsuori roared wildly:

"Aaaaaah! How could anyone think of sending a high school girl to fight in underground boxing matches! I'm telling you, no way! No way!"

Anzu Matsuori now looks incredibly vibrant, showing none of the listlessness she had when she first returned.

He Chen asked with considerable regret:

"So, does that mean boxing is out of the question too?"

"No! Absolutely not! Don't even think about it!"

"It is said that 73.92% of girls in the world have dreamed of becoming a famous boxer. Don't you want to start your dream from underground boxing?"

......

It's a real pity for He Chen this time; Mr. Lu Xun's words didn't have any effect.

Didn't you say that opening the roof is not allowed, but opening the window is okay?

As a result, the young believer rejected a whole range of ideas, from unifying Tokyo's underground forces to underground boxing, to fighting against the bad guys around him, to walking the streets at night to fight crime and maintain order.

Good heavens, this isn't a story about opening a window; it's clearly a story of being rejected by the Hundred Herbs Garden and then rejected by the Three Flavors Study!

Anzu Matsuori refused anything related to violence, leaving no room for compromise.

Even though He Chen kept trying to deceive the little believer, and even fabricated various seemingly real data, the little believer was too cautious. He didn't hesitate even once after saying so much.

Therefore, He Chen could only regretfully and painfully temporarily shelve the method of seizing faith by force and forcibly acquiring believers.

Damn it, Tokyo is a place that perfectly matches words like coercion, indoctrination, and seizure!

"Alright, alright, I won't ask you to use divine power to strengthen, cough cough, to gain followers. Let's continue with luck!"

"However, we still need to think carefully about the specific methods. The previous methods were too rudimentary."

He Chen lay on the ceiling, dodging the little believer's pillow attacks, and then soothed him with kind words.

The idea of ​​gaining new followers by showcasing good fortune is not wrong, but judging from past experience, the method is indeed too simplistic and crude.

As a result, the lottery shop owner can easily steal their hard work with just a single sentence.

If they want to continue using luck as an attraction to draw in new believers, then they must make better modifications to their methods.

Otherwise, putting aside other issues, given the nature of shop owners in a place like Tokyo, if this happens a few more times, He Chen might not even have enough curses to keep him going!

"way......"

Anzu Matsuori put away her pillow, panting as she fell into deep thought.

Today, she personally experienced everything that happened, so her understanding of the issues is certainly quite comprehensive.

If we don't change our approach tomorrow, and simply move to a different location and continue spreading our faith in the same way, I'm afraid we can't say we'll be successful next time.

But what kind of actions can prevent shop owners from attributing good fortune to their own shops?

"How about we regularly go to a lottery booth, win a few prizes each time, and then win a bigger prize before promoting it there?"

Anzu Matsuori offered her suggestion.

This method involves using regular customers of the lottery booth as witnesses. Even if the owner tries to change the subject, these people who have witnessed it several times will definitely keep asking how to improve their luck.

At that time, it will naturally attract many people to listen to the lecture.

Worshiping the "God of the Bathroom" requires no money or effort; one can worship simply by reciting a single sentence. The number of casual believers is sure to see a surge.

The whole approach is sound and its feasibility should not be an issue.

But after thinking about it, He Chen still lay on the ceiling and shook his head:

"No, it's too slow and the cost-effectiveness is too low."

If this method is followed, then it will only be possible to promote once every few days, which on average is only a handful per day, maybe only four or five.

Even if you can continue to promote it after the initial promotion, the remaining days can be used to win prizes and promote it, but in that case, the intention to actively spread the faith would be very obvious.

On the one hand, believers will feel that this is a god who is eager to please them, and will naturally look down on him. Moreover, there is bound to be a limit to the number of believers that a lottery booth can attract.

On the other hand, if Anzu Matsuori is openly proselytizing every day, the owner of the lottery stall can't let her continue doing it. She might even drive her away or call the police after two days.

After expressing these concerns, the young believer fell into deep thought again, considering other solutions.

However, Anzu Matsuori's idea of ​​having others corroborate or, in other words, provide a supporting role gave He Chen an idea:

"Little believer, you see, the reason why the shop owner can easily distract you with just a few words is because you're a high school girl and don't have enough authority, right?"

"Ah."

Anzu Matsuori has encountered many instances of high school students being treated like children in her daily life.

"In that case, we can change things by focusing on our momentum!"

He Chen jumped down from the ceiling in a flash, hovering in front of Anzu Matsuori, and said excitedly:

"First, you need to change out of your sailor uniform and into something more mature, like an all-black outfit."

Xingnan Songzhi nodded.

"Then, find a few girlfriends who have changed into the same clothes and follow behind you!"

"When the time comes, each of you will wear sunglasses and be dressed entirely in black. They will stand behind you with expressionless faces!"

"Hey! See? That's the aura it exudes!"

"If you win the lottery again, no one will be able to ignore you!"

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Chapter 68 Are there any cheaper shrine maiden outfits?

It has to be said that these days, young believers are becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

Despite He Chen's best efforts to appear more amiable and harmless, Anzu Matsuori consistently refused to invite the other classmates to dress up and go out together.

Even though He Chen kept backing down, from dressing everyone up as gangsters, to dressing up as Sailor Moon, then to dressing up as Kamen Rider, and even to participating in the lottery as a girl group... Anzu Matsuori still refused everything.

It can be said that Lu Xun's house, which had a roof but no windows, had lost all its dignity at this moment.

Despite He Chen's repeated attempts to persuade her, the girl's final choice was simply to wear a shrine maiden outfit to participate in the lottery, without even bringing any of her classmates along!

"Alright... well, you're my most beloved follower after all. Sigh!"

With a thud, He Chen lay down on the ground, about one centimeter off the ground.

Despite looking dejected and helpless, she eventually agreed.

To be honest, if we're talking about what's most fitting for a deity, then the shrine maiden's outfit is truly the most appropriate attire.

After all, the shrine maiden is a representative figure of Japanese shrines and even deities.

To a certain extent, shrine maidens represent the face of the gods.

Winning a prize while wearing casual clothes could be attributed to luck, skill, or even the boss's help to attract customers.

However, if someone wearing a shrine maiden outfit wins the lottery multiple times in a row, those around them who witness this scene will instinctively associate such luck with the gods.

Moreover, if Anzu Matsuori puts on the shrine maiden's outfit and the lottery shop owner still dares to divert attention and ignore the little believer, then it would be perfectly reasonable for He Chen to turn on him and cause trouble on the spot, and even make the shop owner suffer more, which would further demonstrate the existence of the gods!

In this way, the chances of a young believer successfully preaching are greatly increased after putting on the shrine maiden's robes.

What if it still doesn't work?

Well, if she fails to attract followers by wearing the shrine maiden outfit alone, she definitely won't be able to refuse the idea of ​​having her followers lead a group of girls in formation, right?

Although Japan has three semesters a year, which means three holidays, the summer vacation is relatively short after the holidays are spread out, but it is still a few dozen days long.

Strictly speaking, today is actually the last day of class, and the actual holiday hasn't even started yet. Even if we waste a few days, it's perfectly fine.

In peacetime, being a god, and with no immediate plans to unify the world or nuke Japan, He Chen was actually quite carefree.

He had no formidable enemies to face, no treasures to obtain, and no deep-seated blood feuds to uncover. In addition, since gods are immortal, he had no sense of urgency regarding his lifespan.

As long as technology doesn't advance to the point where it can capture gods and use them as guinea pigs, the gods really can do whatever they want.

Moreover, it has only been five or six days since I traveled to the present day, and the current speed of development is already incredibly fast.

After all, before he transmigrated, he was from a country with severe internal competition, and he was born with a fighting spirit.

If it were a Japanese male protagonist, he would either still be trying to gain a second follower, or, ahem, he would have already become someone I can't describe, but whose style perfectly matches Tokyo weather.

Tokyo in the summer is truly...

Ahem, a decent person doesn't think about these things, doesn't think about these things.

Although I've decided to buy the shrine maiden outfit, it's already so late, I definitely can't buy it today.

So Anzu went to bed, while He Chen played computer games all night.

As dawn breaks, cicadas chirp, summer breezes rustle against the windows, and the morning light illuminates specks of dust in the air, turning them into tiny shooting stars.