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Chapter 225 Father God? Izanagi?

Abe Shōkichi knelt in the rain of blood, his body stiff.

The woman's voice echoed in his mind, filled with undisguised anger, like a heavy hammer striking the depths of his soul.

"What kind of trash have you messed with this time?!"

Abe Shōkichi opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but found that he couldn't say a word.

What being did I provoke?

What did he do to offend someone?

He didn't provoke anyone!

Everything was progressing in a positive direction: the Shikigami Selection Program was proceeding smoothly, and they won the World Supernatural Tournament...

Then the sword arrived.

Everything was ruined.

Abe Shōkichi knelt on the ground, blood mixed with rainwater sliding down his face. His body was trembling, his lips were shaking, and tears were streaming down his face.

"How should I know?" he finally spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible. "Everything was going well, and then... things suddenly turned out like this!"

"I want to make change, I want to make the empire better again, but..."

"I can't do it."

"I really can't do it!"

His voice grew louder and more agitated, until it was almost a shout.

After he finished yelling, he felt completely drained. He was on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab, his whole body trembling.

The female voice in my mind fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

So long that Abe Shōkichi thought she had already left.

Then, the sound rang out again.

This time, his tone was filled with undisguised contempt.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; it can't even withstand this little setback."

"Fine, I'll do it myself."

Before the words were finished...

boom!

The temple doors suddenly opened by themselves!

An invisible force surged from the hall, transforming into a semi-transparent hand that grabbed Abe Shokichi's collar and lifted him up!

Before Abe Shōkichi could even react, he was dragged into the temple by that hand.

boom!

The temple doors slammed shut.

Abe Shōkichi was thrown to the ground and was completely disoriented.

He struggled to lift his head and look ahead.

Deep within the temple, the head of Susanoo is enshrined.

The head, the size of a millstone, was now suspended in mid-air.

Open your eyes.

His eyes held a hint of anger.

A terrifying pressure emanated from his head, making it almost impossible for Abe Shōkichi to breathe.

"Three hundred boys and girls only restored this little bit of their strength?"

The voice was incredibly eerie; it was clearly a woman's voice, yet it came from Susanoo's rugged head, creating a sense of incongruity that sent chills down one's spine.

"It seems we can't count on these ants at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tangible force surged from his head, transforming into a hand that pressed directly onto Abe Shokichi's head!

"what!"

Abe Shōkichi let out a piercing scream.

He felt something was forcibly invading his soul.

The feeling was like someone using a blunt knife to slowly slice open his skull, then reaching in and stirring it.

pain!

Intense pain!

It spread from the top of my head to my whole body, every nerve was screaming!

Abe Shokichi's body began to convulse violently, his fingers spasming as he scratched at the floor, his nails breaking and bleeding profusely.

His eyes were wide open, reflecting the floating head and those cold eyes in his pupils.

pain!

It hurts so much!

He felt like he was being torn apart!

It's not the body.

It is the soul.

That being is going through his memories.

Like turning the pages of a book.

Page after page, without a care.

Let's start with recent events...

Those meteors fell, those beams of light shot into the sky, those barriers vanished, and those wreckages were discovered.

Then there were things that happened even earlier...

The golden giant sword pierced the sky, the Sakura Kingdom was expelled from the nation, and he spoke those words with great pride on the arena stage.

Then there's the period even further back...

He studied Yin-Yang arts, became a Grand Yin-Yang Master, and took over as the head of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

Scene after scene, incident after incident.

Everything was dug out.

There is absolutely no privacy.

Absolutely no dignity.

Abe Shōkichi could feel that he was like an open book, allowing that being to read it at will.

He wanted to rebel.

Even just keeping your mouth shut, so as not to make any more embarrassing noises.

But he couldn't do it.

His body no longer belonged to him at all.

This process lasted only a minute.

But it felt like a year had passed for Abe Shōkichi.

When the hand finally withdrew, he collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, like a fish thrown ashore, gasping for breath.

He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling of the temple.

The ceiling is painted with ancient murals depicting the stories of the gods of Takamagahara.

Amaterasu emerged from the rock cave, Susanoo slew the Yamata no Orochi, and Ōkuninushi founded a nation...

Those murals, after a thousand years, are still vibrant in color.

But at that moment, as Abe Shōkichi looked at those murals, he felt only fear.

Susanoo's head floated in mid-air, his eyes slightly closed.

A moment later, it opened its eyes again.

There was no longer any anger in those eyes.

Rather, it was a deep sense of dread.

There's still a sliver of... disbelief.

"This is impossible." The woman's voice rang out again, very low, as if talking to herself, "How could this be?"

As Abe Shōkichi lay on the ground, listening to the sound, a strange feeling welled up inside him.

In that voice, there was shock, confusion, and a hint of...

fear?

"The immortals and gods of the Great Xia Dynasty suffered heavy casualties in the great calamity. Even if some survived, it would be impossible for them to recover at this time and regain such powerful strength."

The voice paused.

"Something must have gone wrong; this is so different from what the Father God told us."

Father God?

Abe Shōkichi was startled.

Who is the Father God?

Izanagi?

The creator god of the cherry blossom myth?

Before he could think it through, Susanoo's head closed its eyes again.

Silence fell over the temple.

The terrifying pressure also subsided considerably.

Abe Shokichi lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

He could sense that the being residing in Susanoo's head was thinking.

We are weighing the options.

Hesitating...

Time passed second by second.

I don't know how much time passed.

Susanoo's head opened its eyes again.

There was no longer any anger or fear in those eyes.

All that remained was a cold, lifeless expanse.

Abe Shōkichi felt that gaze fall on him, his whole body stiffened, and he struggled to get up and kneel on the ground.

"grown ups……"

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"...Please forgive me!"

He kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Susanoo's head looked at him but did not speak immediately.

Those cold eyes stared at him, sending chills down Abe Shōkichi's spine.

a long time.

The woman's voice rang out again.

"Although the situation in Great Xia is uncertain, we are about to arrive. Even if there are some setbacks, it will not be a big deal."

"If you wish to have the opportunity to ascend to godhood in the future, then you must properly handle the trivial matters of the human world."

Upon hearing this, Abe Shōkichi was taken aback.

Then, a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him!

Is it about to happen?

The chance to ascend to godhood?

Susanoo... no, this being has not abandoned the Land of Cherry Blossoms!

still have a chance!

There is still hope!

"Yes! Yes!" Abe Shōkichi kowtowed repeatedly. "Rest assured, sir, I will handle it well! I will certainly not let you down!"

He banged his head so hard it was bleeding, and blood flowed down his nose, mixing with the blood on his face and dripping onto the ground.

But he was completely unaware.

At that moment, he was filled with ecstatic joy.

There is only the relief of surviving a disaster.

And just then...

Susanoo's head suddenly turned and looked westward.

That's the direction of the Great Xia Dynasty.

An expression of disbelief instantly welled up in those cold eyes.

"This is……"

The woman's voice murmured, filled with barely suppressed shock.

But then, for some reason, she immediately stopped talking.

She turned to look at Abe Shokichi, the shock in her eyes had subsided, leaving only a coldness.

"From this moment forward, three thousand boys and girls shall be sacrificed to Susanoo every day."

"Once Susanoo recovers, I will not forget your contributions."

Upon hearing this, Abe Shōkichi froze.

Three thousand per day?

He opened his mouth, then spoke with difficulty, "My lord, sacrificing three thousand boys and girls every day... will surely cause unrest, I wonder..."

Before the words were finished...

boom!

A terrifying pressure erupted from Susanoo's head, pressing down directly on Abe no Masakichi!

Abe Shōkichi groaned, his entire body pressed down to the ground, unable to move even a finger.

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