Chapter 206: The Glorious Identity (Bonus Chapter)

It was publicly confirmed by the recognized descendant of the transcendent, Tsuchimikado Xia Mei, that Kamikawa Mitsu is a descendant of Ashiya Dōman—this is solid proof.

The next moment.

Classmates didn't just pick up their phones to message friends: "My classmate Kamikawa Mitsu is truly a descendant of Ashiya Dōman, confirmed by Tsuchimikado Xia Mei—hey, if I weren't his classmate, I wouldn't even have heard this news, haha."

Similar messages were numerous, but all emphasized the phrase "classmate."

Envy me—I'm a classmate of a transcendent! Suddenly I feel way more impressive, like I've ascended to a higher status; I wonder if I can land a good company after graduation just because of this? Probably.

After all, this is an era where connections matter. Sure, you can still get by without them, but isn't it easier to get ahead with even a little connection?

Now that the gods have returned and the transcendent have emerged, the most prestigious aren't the big shots anymore—they're the transcendent and the gods, utterly out of reach.

So, being a classmate of a transcendent? That identity is absolutely astonishing—probably even company CEOs would come out to invite you for tea.

Besides that.

Some classmates brought out autograph boards, hoping Kamikawa Mitsu would sign them.

An autograph from a transcendent? A valuable item—great for collecting, great for selling, all benefits.

At the same time.

Similar scenes were unfolding.

"What? The Kamikawa family is a descendant of Ashiya Dōman? Could Kamikawa-kun be a transcendent?! You're not joking?"

"I'm not joking—the news is spreading everywhere online."

"I never expected—the little kid who used to come over to my house is actually a transcendent? He hid it so well."

"Huh?? Used to come over to your house? Are you kidding me? You know Kamikawa Mitsu?"

"Of course I know him—I live in the same apartment building as Kamikawa-kun."

One resident of Kamikawa Mitsu's apartment building, a middle-aged man, now wore a look of reflection.

"You wouldn't believe it—when he was little, Kamikawa-kun was so adorable, and Chi-e too. Those two kids would always run around the building, often barging into my place to watch me play games. They even called me 'Uncle.'"

The middle-aged man spoke softly, but his voice carried clearly enough for everyone in the company to hear—even the CEO stepped out of his office, eyes wide.

The middle-aged man merely smiled faintly, as if lost in memory, nostalgic.

Fortunately, Kamikawa Mitsu wasn't here—if he were, he'd probably choke on a salt soda. Did I lose my memory? I don't recall ever playing at his place—wasn't it just passing each other in the hallway, nodding, maybe exchanging polite greetings like "Good morning," "Good afternoon," "Good evening," or "Have you eaten?"

Unfortunately, Kamikawa Mitsu didn't know this, the company staff didn't know this—and yet they believed it.

Why? The middle-aged man's manner of speaking was so convincing that even Kamikawa Mitsu himself would have believed it.

Immediately after.

The company CEO, having listened from afar, quietly returned to his office, picked up the phone, and called personnel.

"Manager Kudo, check what positions are still open—I've been observing, and our Aota is quite good. Hardworking, has been with the company for twenty years, diligent—a real candidate for promotion."

"My apologies for the oversight, President Kinoshita—I'll arrange it right away."

Aota was precisely the middle-aged man who lived in the same apartment building as Kamikawa Mitsu.

Similar situations were playing out in Arakawa Ward.

Everyone with even a slight connection to Kamikawa Mitsu was boasting—from neighbors to those who had bought vegetables from Kamikawa Mitsu and Kamikawa Chi-e.

The convenience store owner's mouth was nearly split open with grins.

He'd only wanted to ride the NH137 hype—but he never expected Kamikawa-kun to be a transcendent. The surprise came too suddenly.

A savior of NH137, a transcendent—whose status outweighed the other was obvious. Who could have imagined hiring a transcendent to work for him? This was pure, unadulterated glory.

Quickly.

The convenience store owner received call after call—people wanting to franchise his store, companies eager to open branches under his name, every one a major corporation.

Without hesitation, the convenience store owner immediately messaged Kamikawa Mitsu.

【Kamikawa-kun, I checked the ledgers—you're amazing. Your night shifts consistently bring in higher revenue than any other employee's. I even did surprise inspections and noticed how dedicated you are. I've decided to raise your salary and promote you—you're now the store manager, just oversee the staff. Your salary will be…】

Kamikawa Mitsu, in class, received the message and froze.

Boss, your ability to lie with a straight face is impressive. I'm just a cashier standing there collecting money—how am I supposed to boost your revenue? Am I the god of wealth? Surprise inspections? Even my Divine Step-level senses didn't detect you coming—did you ghost-walk in?

But whatever. A raise's fine. This salary's apparently double a manager's—and I don't even have to show up, just hire staff.

While Kamikawa Mitsu profited from his identity, so did Kamikawa Chi-e.

At this moment.

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward Junior High.

During recess, the doorway of Kamikawa Chi-e's class was packed—crowds upon crowds.

"Stop pushing! Take turns! One thousand yen per autograph—cheap and worth it! Don't miss your chance!"

On the other side, Muroto Meijiang maintained order, calm and efficient.

Kamikawa Chi-e, meanwhile, scribbled autographs furiously.

Though this act seemed despicable, the money helped support the household—she and Kamikawa Mitsu weren't an ordinary family; they were orphans. They had to earn their own money. If there was a chance to earn, why not take it? Besides, a thousand yen per autograph wasn't expensive.

And it was just selling autographs—not doing anything harmful or selfish.

"Principal, shouldn't you do something about this?" A teacher stood on the corridor, watching the long line, speaking to the principal who had just arrived.

"It's nothing. Didn't that singer who graduated from our school come back for a concert under the guise of visiting her alma mater? It was exactly like this. What's the big deal? Stars always draw crowds."

The principal waved his hand and continued.

"Besides, Kamikawa's family has no parents. They're still children, with no income. Now they're earning a little to improve their lives—how could we possibly stop them?"

As he finished speaking,

the teacher saw the principal pull out an autograph board from his coat and walk toward Kamikawa Chi-e's classroom.

"Everyone, make way! I'm the principal! Let me through! I have important business with Kamikawa-san! Don't push me—I really need to speak with Kamikawa-san!"

"What? Why do I have an autograph board?"

"This was given to me by my granddaughter—she asked me to get Kamikawa-san's autograph. Nonsense! How could I be cutting in line? I'm here for important business—this autograph is just a side thing!"

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