Chapter 149: This Is So Hard for Me

The video was uploaded for one day.

That night.

Kamikawa Mitsu had waited for the stars and the moon, and finally the system notification chime arrived.

Ding! Video uploaded, popularity assessment, score 95.

Ding! Script complete, score 93, video popularity, score 94, comprehensive rating A, Host gains 120,000 script points.

"It's here!"

Kamikawa Mitsu stared at the system interface; the script points in the script column changed from 130,000 script points to 250,000 points.

The next moment.

"System, exchange for the Ritual Master's strength and skills."

Ding! Consumed 150,000 script points, exchanged for Ritual Master's strength and skills.

Vast power swept through every part of his body; at this moment, Kamikawa Mitsu directly felt the world become transparent, as if the world had become different.

It became light, it became fragile…

He knew it wasn't that the world had become different, but that he had become powerful—powerful enough to destroy this world; the world, beneath his terrifying power, appeared fragile, as if a gentle squeeze could shatter it.

"Spending 150,000 script points was worth it."

In his deep, jet-black eyes, a light like the radiance of sun, moon, and stars shimmered; at this moment, Kamikawa Mitsu's bearing was profound and majestic, his demonic aura soaring coldly into the nine heavens, like an unparalleled demon lord.

Standing with hands behind his back, commanding the fate of all living beings across ten thousand miles.

His gaze lifted, piercing through layer upon layer of rooftops, staring straight at the black night clouds above; a wisp of aura leaked out, and clearly visible, the drifting clouds in the sky suddenly collapsed and scattered.

This scene in the heavens—because Kamikawa Mitsu only targeted the clouds, his control was precise, and under the moonlit black night—no one noticed the change.

However, it wasn't that no one noticed.

On a street some distance from the apartment, inside a maid café.

Tukou, who was serving a customer and bringing them an omurice, her graceful figure suddenly trembled, her pupils sharply contracting, and she abruptly looked toward the outside of the shop.

Deep within her autumn-water-like beautiful eyes, a look of horror surfaced.

"Who is it?"

The omurice in Tukou's hands almost slipped.

That aura was extremely terrifying; the pressure it contained was vast, completely comparable to the Ritual Master's, the two nearly equal.

This was an existence whose strength was no less than the Ritual Master's, belonging to that same level.

She was horrified.

In the entire Void Demon Realm, it took over ten thousand years for a figure like the Ritual Master to appear, yet in this world, a casually leaked aura from a transcendent was already at the Ritual Master's level.

Damn it, just how many great horrors does this world actually contain?

Tukou was clearly frightened badly, her heart surging, unable to calm down for a moment.

She really wanted to know who this was.

An ancient figure? A yokai? A deity?

Having lived in this world for some days, Tukou knew that the transcendent beings of this world had disappeared and hidden, seemingly having gone to other worlds, but now it seemed that wasn't the case—there were still transcendent beings hidden in this world, though of course there was also the possibility…

"Could it be that the gods of the heavens have begun to return?"

Tukou had watched the spitting video and knew of the gods' return.

This aura, no less than the Ritual Master's, she felt it clearly—just a wisp of aura, probably accidentally leaked by that transcendent, who likely did not intend to reveal themselves to the world.

Thinking this, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, she secretly resolved.

No! She must be even more restrained, hide herself well; the transcendent beings of this world are too terrifying, actually playing at seclusion.

Because that aura was powerful, she couldn't determine which direction it came from, but she could be certain it was nearby; combined with the fact that the aura wasn't deliberately released but only accidentally leaked, she concluded that a powerful transcendent must be hidden nearby.

Just thinking that every day as she walked down the street, the people passing by might be transcendent beings as powerful as the Ritual Master, perhaps brushing right past her, made Tukou's scalp tingle.

She always felt like she was repeatedly leaping at the edge of death.

"This is so hard for me." Tukou was on the verge of tears.

……

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, the apartment.

Kamikawa Mitsu, spying on Tukou, raised a smile.

The aura was deliberately leaked by him—one reason was to test the Ritual Master's power, so he used the clouds as an experiment; the second was to probe Tukou, and also to give her a warning, letting her know there are transcendent beings in this world and she cannot kill people at will.

"With this strength, even if the Transcendent Response Department wants to make a move against me, I can defend against it."

He hadn't forgotten that his Kamikawa family was a descendant of Ashiya Dōman; one must know that the government has always longed to research the secrets of the transcendent, and now that he is a descendant of the Ashiya family, although the government fears transcendent families, no one can say for sure whether the government would make a move against him.

To guard against trouble before it happens, Kamikawa Mitsu's top priority was to strengthen himself.

This was also why Kamikawa Mitsu was so eager to obtain the script points from this Tochigi Prefecture mission quickly—to exchange for the Ritual Master's strength, strengthen himself, and thereby have no need to fear the government's moves and such.

Moreover, as time passes, other worlds could invade at any moment; he had to become powerful as soon as possible.

……

Saturday.

The Tsuchimikado family.

"Kamikawa-kun, this is my home." Tsuchimikado Xia Mei got out of the car, pointed at the imposing gate of the classical courtyard before them, and smiled warmly—lively yet with the gentle composure of a well-bred lady.

Then, Tsuchimikado Xia Mei impatiently pulled Kamikawa Mitsu, who had just gotten out of the car, toward the house.

Along the way, Tsuchimikado Xia Mei introduced the Tsuchimikado family's courtyard and surroundings.

"That rockery was designed by my grandfather, isn't it nice? When I was little, I often climbed up it to look at the moon in the sky.

That pond has my grandfather's precious goldfish in it, let me tell you secretly.

When I was little, I didn't know those fish were expensive. They looked red and green, and I thought they'd taste good, so I secretly scooped one out and roasted it.

Later I found out those fish were ornamental and couldn't be eaten, and they were very expensive too. I didn't dare tell Grandpa, so I told him I'd seen a cat sneak in and scoop up a fish to eat. Grandpa actually crouched by the pond for two days trying to catch that fish-stealing cat."

Compared to at school, Tsuchimikado Xia Mei was much livelier at this moment.

Clearly, at school she always had to mind the people around her and maintain the bearing of the Tsuchimikado family heir. But now she was at home, with no outsiders around, and she had completely let her hair down, showing her true side.

The real-life Domama Urui.

Kamikawa Mitsu thought to himself, his impression of Tsuchimikado Xia Mei refreshed.

He stepped into the Tsuchimikado residence.

Walking through the Tsuchimikado family's wide corridor, Kamikawa Mitsu ran into Tsuchimikado Kenji, and Tsuchimikado Xia Mei introduced him.

"This is my grandpa, Tsuchimikado Kenji. Kamikawa-kun, my grandpa is amazing—he's the current head priest of Atsuta Shrine. If there's anything about Shinto you don't understand, you can ask my grandpa; he knows more than I do. Don't worry, my grandpa is very easy to talk to."

"Good day to you, Tsuchimikado Shrine Master." Kamikawa Mitsu nodded politely.

Tsuchimikado Kenji laughed and waved his hand: "It's not the first time we've met, Kamikawa-kun, no need to be so formal."

He was telling the truth—earlier, on the first day Tsuchimikado Xia Mei transferred schools, when she came home after school, Kamikawa Mitsu had already met Tsuchimikado Kenji and exchanged greetings that time.

"Kamikawa-kun, don't be so reserved. Just treat this place like your own home and make yourself at home."

After chatting with Kamikawa Mitsu for a few lines, Tsuchimikado Kenji glanced at his watch.

"You young people go ahead and chat, this old fogey won't butt in. I'm off to feed my fish, hahaha."

Carrying a bowl of fish feed to the pond, Tsuchimikado Kenji glanced toward the study where the classics were hidden, and scattered the fish feed little by little over the pond.

If I didn't know he was a transcendent, chatting with him for a few lines like before, I'd probably just think he was a polite, well-mannered Gao Zhongsheng.

But as expected of a transcendent from a prestigious clan—his manners and refinement don't look like a Gao Zhongsheng at all; more like a steady, mature adult.

……