I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 131 Mr. Shiraishi is the devil (two chapters in one)

As of the last registration date for the K-ONE White Fight Tournament, a total of 22 players have registered.

Major TV stations began to exaggerate this free game, which also made many people understand what the purpose of this competition was.

The only superpower in the world wants to show off its military muscles and launch an experimental show of powerful mechas to the world. The slogan is that ordinary people will rely on technology to defeat the extraordinary.

Some of the principles of the armored mecha have been revealed, and the public must not be told that using spirit flesh and blood is so cruel. The explanation is that nanotechnology imitates the physical armor of high-level spirits, and will be popularized in the army in the future.

The people are watching the fun, different countries have different ideas, and the extraordinary world is also causing turmoil. Many extraordinary anchors believe that technology is a mortal skill, so how can it be possible to defeat the extraordinary.

As an extraordinary hard-core science popularization anchor, Shiraishi did not comment hastily on things he did not understand to avoid being slapped in the face.

He just continued with the special training.

……

As the days passed, the Internet and major media began to argue. Not only the competition, but the topic of the debate was whether mortal technology has any hope of catching up with the extraordinary.

The arguments for and against are interesting.

Shiraishi scrolled down the comments section of a video with his fingers and walked to the corridor on the other side.

As we approach mid-September, the weather gradually cools down.

Nohara Shrine no longer needs to specifically cool people down, returning to normal senses.

He walked around to the corridor of the pond and saw Miyu of the Oniryuin lying on the ground, her smooth back shining like the sunlight illuminating the beads of sweat.

"What are you doing?" Shiraishi's tone was a bit confused, but his expression was not too worried. It could be seen at a glance that she had not suffered serious internal or external injuries.

"Well, Shiraishi-kun," Miyo Kiryuin raised her head a little, with a smile on her face, "I am sunbathing and feeling the pulse of the earth."

Her current expression is like the cheesy smile of a Shiba Inu that made a mistake, and one can tell she is lying at a glance.

"Oh," Shiraishi responded, raising his hand to use Bodhi wood. Emerald green buds sprang out from his palm, turning into vibrant vines and wrapping around Miyo Kiryuin who was lying on the ground, and pulled him back suddenly.

"Ah! Wait, it's not good. It's really not good."

Oniryuin Miya shouted loudly, twisting her body like an earthworm, and a numb feeling spread from the nerves in her legs to her brain.

Shiraishi placed the person next to the pillar in the corridor and said expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

"Hehe, I'm not thinking that the competition is coming soon and the protagonist has to practice his special move. I'm just thinking about making a special move. I'll let Kannagi choose the name, Gale and Thunder."

Seeing that she was exposed, Kiryuin Miya tried to be frank and lenient, and tried to use a flattering smile to dispel Shiraishi's anger.

Boom, Shiraishi flicked her forehead with his finger and scolded: "You want to run before you learn to walk?"

"Have you practiced the spiral strength on your arms?"

"Uh, I want to practice both together."

She weakly put forward her point of view, but when another finger flick came, pain emerged on her forehead. She quickly covered her hand to prevent him from continuing to play, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Shiraishi-kun, please don't play anymore, it's very painful."

"You still know the pain. The consequences of starting without laying the foundation beforehand are serious. I think you haven't learned your lesson."

Baishi said, squatting down and looking at the pair of long legs wrapped in loose scarlet hakama.

Gudong, Miyu Oniryuin swallowed her saliva, leaned her back against the pillar, and said in a trembling voice: "Shiraishi-kun, you are so gentle and warm-hearted, you shouldn't do that, right?"

"Haha, if you deal with disobedient children, you have to give them some punishment."

Shiraishi smiled and poked her right calf with his index finger.

"Ugh," Oniryuin Miya made a cub's nasal sound that was almost whining. It was okay not to move, but as soon as she moved her legs, that numb feeling swept through her body instantly.

The flood knocks at the Golden Gate.

"Devil, Shiraishi-kun is a devil."

She complained, and when she saw someone raising his hand, she immediately burst into tears and said softly: "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please don't poke me again, Shiraishi-kun."

"Hmph, remember next time, don't be so messy. Practice step by step. Don't think about any special skills. There are only a few cases where you can win with one strike. Most of the time, you rely on normal performance."

Shiraishi exhorted with a serious face.

Oniryuin Miya nodded repeatedly, promising that she would never make similar mistakes again.

Shiraishi will not give her a chance to make that kind of mistake again, and will keep her under strict surveillance until September [-]th.

……

Bunkyo Ward, outside Tokyo Dome.

At around seven o'clock in the morning, the place was already crowded with people, including TV media and well-known bloggers.

The opening time of the competition is at 5000 o'clock in the morning, but if everyone doesn't enter in advance, [-] people will enter together.

The front was fine, but the people behind didn't know how many rounds the game was going to end when it was their turn.

Even if they do enter the market, it is difficult to see any specific situation.

The naked eyes of mortals cannot catch the battle of extraordinary beings. Even though they know this, people still have strong curiosity about the competition.

The ticket price for general seats is [-] yen, and the seats near the ring are [-] yen. Despite such high prices, they are still sold out.

The ticket resellers raised the price to [-] yen, but there were still people willing to pay for it.

"Wow, there are so many people." Kiryuin Miya pressed her face against the window, her expression becoming excited, "Shiraishi-kun, do you think if I win the championship, will I quickly become a national idol?"

"Well, with the current level of attention, the champion will definitely be remembered by most people."

Shiraishi nodded and poured cold water on her again, "However, don't have high expectations. Unlike last time, there is no age limit this time. Your opponents are not only people of the same age, but also those with rich practical experience." people."

"I know."

Kiryuin Mizu pouted, feeling that she was being underestimated, and secretly vowed to win the championship, leaving Shiraishi dumbfounded.

Shiraishi took one look at her expression and understood what she was thinking, and shook his head helplessly.

This time I brought Kiryuin Miya to see the world, not to win the championship.

Passion is a good thing, but reality does not always respond to people's passion.

He wandered around the parking lot for a while before he found an open space to park and closed the door.

Shiraishi led Kiryuin Miya to the contestant-only passage reserved for the competition.

Compared with the noise in the normal passage outside, it is very quiet here, so quiet that people can hear their own footsteps.

There is an elevator at the end. Shiraishi and Miyo Kiryuin enter and press the button for the third floor.

The elevator descended and opened with a ding. There was a staff member in a black suit in front of him, "Hello, contestants, please go to the right. If you want to go to the left, you will find the first row of seats."

Shiraishi patted her shoulder, "Come on, Ghost Dragon Academy."

"Hi!" Miyu of the Ghost Dragon Academy responded solemnly and strode to the right.

……

Shiraishi turned and headed to the long and narrow passage on the left, and the silent atmosphere was broken as he approached the exit.

When there are such a number of people, simple communication will create a roar.

People who like noisiness will become excited by the sound that shakes the air.

Shiraishi is obviously that kind of person. He doesn't like scenes that are too quiet. He is very interested in this kind of grand celebration where thousands of people revel, and the blood in his body seems to be boiling.

He left the passage with brisk steps.

Bright lights are projected from the dome, making the underground as bright as the above.

Rows of seats surround the wide ring in a ring, similar to terraces, with each floor higher than the next.

Looking towards the arena from the last seat, if you want to see people clearly, you may need to bring your own binoculars.

The organizers of the competition obviously had this in mind and deliberately hung four large screens directly above the dome so that people behind could see the appearance of the contestants, making their trip worthwhile.

There were not many people sitting in the front row, and the noisy sounds floated down from above, echoing and buzzing on the huge third floor.

Audiences like black ants poured in from the gate and went to their seats.

His ticket was a unique relative ticket for the contestants, only one, so Rin Kannagi and Jun Komori did not come.

If it's free, Shiraishi is willing to bring Jun Komori and Rin Kannagi over to take a look. Forget the charge, not to mention the hassle of buying tickets, and being slaughtered by scalpers.

He glanced at the seat number on the ticket and continued walking.

"Hey, Shiraishi-san, I knew right away that you would also participate."

Some distance away, a man in a purple floral shirt waved.

Shiraishi walked over and found that the two of them were sitting next to each other, "Fujiwara, is Ise Jingu actually interested in this kind of competition?"

"In such lively occasions, we always have to show our faces and make our presence felt."

Fujiwara Ryusei shrugged, touching the beard on his chin and said: "That being said, we are actually very curious about the strength of the armored mecha."

The specific ingredients of the powerful mecha cannot be hidden from the Ise Jingu Palace. It would be a lie to say that you are not curious about the strength of the mecha.

"We specially selected a powerful inner palace priest at Level 4 to practice Tianliu·Explosive Flame Unparalleled."

Fujiwara Ryugen said this with a somewhat helpless expression: "I hope Shiraishi-san can be lenient now."

"Does Tianliu still have this distinction?"

Shiraishi was quite curious.

Fujiwara Ryugen nodded and said: "Wind, fire, thunder, water, and Tianliu symbolize the four natural disasters.

However, those who practice Tianliu and Thunderous Killing Technique cannot practice Explosive Flame Unparalleled, and the attributes of the two spiritual pressures cannot match. "

"Yes, I understand. Don't worry, I'm just taking a look."

Shiraishi's answer made Fujiwara Ryugen smile bitterly, but he had no choice but to stop others from watching the game.

Hey, Baoyan Wushuang probably won't be able to keep it. He originally planned to let the priest who practiced Tianliu Thunderbolt to fight, but was rejected by his sister. Instead, he changed to Ise Shrine Lv.4 to play the most powerful priest in vain to test the strong armor power.

After all, the grand strategy of developing another world cannot be easily advanced by just talking.

No one knows how many monsters there are in the other world and how many lives are needed to fill them.

It is undoubtedly a good thing if there is someone who can replace the low-level transcendent to die.

For those soldiers, it was a very cruel thing.

Fujiwara Ryugen's eyes were somewhat deep.

Shiraishi thought he was worried that Bakuyan Wushuang would be taught by him, so he comforted him: "You don't have to be so nervous. I have no plans to continue recruiting witches. Three are enough for me to worry about."

"Yeah, that's really a pity."

Fujiwara Ryūshū unintentionally uttered the truth, seeing the surprise on Shiraishi's face, he didn't know how to hide it, when he suddenly saw an acquaintance walking towards here, he quickly put on a very enthusiastic gesture: "Mayumi-chan~ I'm here ~"

The person who came had a cold face, long black hair tied up, wearing a suit of a professional white-collar woman, and her slender legs were wrapped in brown stockings, "Shut up, I'm not familiar with you, don't call me so intimate."

Shido Mayumi replied, her eyes seemed to glance at Shiraishi sitting next to her inadvertently, and she became increasingly suspicious that this person had some kind of ulterior relationship with Ise Shrine.

"Don't be so indifferent, sit here."

Fujiwara Ryugen patted his thigh.

Shido Mayumi didn't sit down. The last time she sat at the same table as Shiraishi, the huge pressure made her go back and lose a few more hairs.

She was still young and didn't want to go bald due to pressure, so she just chose to move forward.

"Mayumi-chan is so cold~"

Fujiwara Ryugen's words did not shake Shido Mayumi's determination. She walked to an empty seat far away and sat down, watching them quietly.

Shiraishi asked a little strangely: "What type do you like?"

"Haha, rather than liking each other, my relationship with Mayumi-chan is more like that of a parolee and a police officer. We are destined to be entangled with each other for the rest of our lives."

Fujiwara Ryuzuru replied in a light tone.

Shiraishi asked curiously: "Parolee...did you do anything?"

"Well, I was young and frivolous. I was pulled into a beautiful dream by someone. I thought I could change the world and last forever."

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Fujiwara Ryugen's face, and he said with a smile: "Then I was slapped to pieces by the adults. When I woke up, I patted the dirt on my body and continued to live my life laughing."

Shiraishi didn't ask what kind of dream it was. The expression on the other person's face was a smile, giving him the feeling that he would cry in the next second, "Do you know what contestants are participating in this competition?"

Fujiwara Ryusei followed his lead and said, "The contestants this time are not simple."

……

Players lounge.

The competition does not have a dedicated room for everyone. Everyone shares a large lounge with private cabinets.

Miyo Kiryuin was brought here by the staff and looked around with almond-shaped eyes. The atmosphere in the lounge was not as lively as outside and was very silent.

Everyone is doing their own pre-match preparations.

She glanced around and saw a familiar baby face, and quickly raised her hand and said, "Hello~ Miyazaki, you are indeed here."

Miyazaki Takeshi turned his head and said with a smile on his face: "Oniryuuin, I knew I would meet you. I haven't seen you for a while, and your strength has improved again."

"You too." Miyo Kiryuin replied with a smile, and when she got closer, she whispered: "The people here look so strong."

Miyazaki Takeshi laughed dumbly and said: "It doesn't matter whether you whisper or not. At this level, everyone can hear it, that one is an exception."

Oniryuin Miya glanced at the exception he was talking about. He was a foreigner who was doing warm-up exercises. He had blond hair and a thin face full of indifference. He ignored other people's eyes and was doing push-ups with both hands.

The upper body does not look strong, and the marks on the ribs are obviously exposed.

"Jack Wilson, an officer in the Marine Corps, wears a strong armor on his waist."

　ps: Thanks to Jue Jiyuan for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)