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After concluding his meeting with his disciples, Kamiyagawa went up to the second floor of his residence alone.

He pushed open the study door, and Wu's familiar aura rushed towards him.

Although this is a study, it will eventually become Wu's private boudoir.

"It's been a long time since I've been here."

With that thought in mind, Kamiya casually pulled over the gaming chair in front of his computer desk and sat down.

It had indeed been a long time since I had been upstairs in my own home, but the diligent housekeeper was still working hard, and the study was spotless.

Recently, in order to focus on researching the new laws, Kamiya has been residing in the mortal world in his true form for an extended period, instead of relying on substitute paper dolls as before. As for the operating mechanism of those "substitute paper dolls," the inquisitive Kamiya Group has already thoroughly studied it—

In the past, each time one entered the mortal world through the shrine, it was done in the form of the "spirit" separating from the "flesh." By attaching the "spirit" to the substitute paper figure, one could move freely in the mortal world.

In this way, the risk of "divine disappearance" faced by mortals who directly enter the ordinary world is cleverly avoided.

When the substitute paper doll suffers a fatal injury in the mortal world, Kamiya's "spirit" will be passively detached, like a cicada shedding its shell, and quickly return to its intact physical body in the mortal world with the help of the divine box.

Based on previous research, this is an extremely sophisticated and advanced protective technique.

It must have been created by Izanagi, specifically to protect the candidate for the ruler of all spirits and demons through the dangerous early stages.

It is through this mechanism that Kamiya is able to travel through the world as an "immortal".

However, according to the latest research by the artisans of Takamagahara, after Kamiya officially ascended to godhood, the system of substitute paper dolls gradually lost its practical value.

The reason is simple: after becoming a god, Kamiya's "spirit" became too vast and surging. Although the secret technique of the substitute paper doll was advanced, it could no longer support the normal operation of his magnificent divinity.

After all, Kamiya's own status has far exceeded the design limit of this secret technique.

Even Izanagi's work has its limits.

Otherwise, Takamagahara wouldn't have fought the underworld to the point of the gods withering away.

It's somewhat darkly humorous that weak mortals, and even Aragami, can "avoid" death through the system of substitute paper dolls, but the more powerful a god is, the less they can enjoy this convenience. Especially now, Kamiya, who possesses the power of two divine bones, can no longer be contained by the substitute paper dolls.

In summary, the stronger the deity, the weaker the deity!

However, after learning that he had lost his "immortal" properties, Kamiya remained unusually calm.

For him, the system of substitute paper dolls was ultimately left behind by Izanagi, and getting rid of it might not be entirely a bad thing.

Moreover, Kamiya is very open-minded. If there really is something that can kill him now, it would not be difficult for him to bypass the substitute paper doll mechanism and kill him in the past.

After sitting quietly in the gaming chair in the study for a moment, Kamiyagawa softly called out:

"Satoru."

The moment the voice faded, the wall he was facing seemed to dissolve. Neon lights surged from the void, and fine code cascaded down like a waterfall of stars, intertwining and shimmering around the single bed by the wall, forming a doorway that blurred the lines between reality and illusion.

The petite figure in the black and white dress quietly appeared amidst the numbers and light and shadow, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, as if she had been waiting there ever since Kamiya entered the study.

Her legs swayed gently, her feet, encased in white stockings, tracing subtle arcs in the air, her toes occasionally brushing against the polished floor. She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a light that mingled with cunning and clarity, and a familiar smile curved her lips.
"What, you little minnow?"

Kamikawa Valley was used to Satoru's attitude.

Just think of it as a little romantic gesture between them.

If she really argued with Wu, this girl might secretly be pleased.

So, Kamiya simply didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Let's do the future vision again."

The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.

With the final battle between Shin-Takamagahara and Ashiya Dōman imminent, war is now unavoidable.

And Wu's vision of the future, in a sense, is also a ritual of questioning the future. Since she ascended to the divine position, this ability has naturally transcended its former boundaries, and may truly be able to touch upon more distant causes and effects and see a clearer end.

It's time to let her gaze at the future once more.

"I know, huh? You're still not polite at all when you're ordering people around."

Wu complained, but she didn't try to shirk responsibility in the slightest. As for what Future Vision wanted to spy on this time, she knew perfectly well—

Regarding the outcome of the decisive battle with Ashiya Dōman; regarding whether Kamiyagawa can successfully ascend to the throne of Takamagahara and establish new laws for Izumo.

Wu stretched out her slender fingers and gently pressed them against the old telephone that had been with her for generations. The moment her fingertips touched the dial, a faint blue halo suddenly flowed across the mottled surface of the machine, and numbers and runes danced across the old telephone's surface.

The next moment, the room's lights froze into still beams of light, and all the electronic screens were simultaneously engulfed by a torrent of data. It wasn't just simple static; it was countless fragmented images, distorted timelines, and interwoven causal codes, all refreshing at a speed beyond visual comprehension.

Wu remained seated on the edge of the bed, her eyes gently closed, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her fair skin. Between her forehead, a pale golden divine mark gradually emerged, like a third eye slowly opening—a manifestation of the divine nature she embodied within her.

The surrounding space trembled and distorted slightly upon the appearance of this divine rune. Countless possibilities of the future unfolded simultaneously in her consciousness, not one by one, but like unfolding a vast star map, where thousands of trajectories of fate lit up, extended, intersected, and then vanished at the same time.

A moment later, fine beads of sweat finally seeped from Wu's forehead, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

"Well……"

With a heavy sigh, Xiao Wu suddenly opened her eyes. Her once bright and lively eyes now looked blank and lifeless.

At the same time, the strange scene in the study receded like the tide, the lights returned to their flowing state, and the screen fell silent. This time, Future Vision, though with even more astonishing momentum, ended faster than ever before.

"Wu, are you alright?"

Kamiya, who had been standing by, got up and walked to Satoru's side, but did not rush to ask about the results of this future vision.

"I...I...I am of course perfectly fine."

Her chest heaved a few times, and Satoru regained her familiar, arrogant expression. Surprisingly, after using her ability this time, she didn't seem to fall into weakness or sleep as she had in the past. Instead, she forced herself to maintain a composed demeanor: "Well~ just as I expected, Ashiya Doman is no match for us at all."

"is it?"

Kamiya looked at Satoru quietly, his gaze falling on her pale face and her eyes that briefly flickered and looked away.

No one can lie to him.

"Well, that's how it is!" Wu said stubbornly, but her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt tightly. "And your laws, the way you sat on the throne of Takamagahara... What is that? You're just a nobody, yet you act so arrogant! Really... really..."

Then, without warning, Wu suddenly stood up from the edge of the bed.

She lowered her head, grabbed Kamiya's chest tightly, so tightly that she almost tore the fabric, and then pressed her forehead deeply into Kamiya's arms.

"What's wrong?" Kamiya's voice lowered.

"Your head... has bird droppings on it, you need to wipe it clean."

Wu's voice was muffled inside his clothes.

"Ah."

Kamiya glanced at the apocalyptic scene outside the window and found Satoru's excuse so absurd and laughable that it was almost endearing, yet he let her clutch his clothes tighter and tighter.

"Hey, can we leave?"

A sudden, unrelated sentence.

When Wu spoke those words, his voice became very soft, like the wet whimper of a young animal soaked by rain.

"Ok?"

“Mary, you, me… or whoever you want to take with you. Hannya, Zashiki… let’s leave this place.” Her tone was filled with an unprecedented sorrow, almost pleading. “In the beginning… it was just the few of us together. So let’s… leave this place alone, okay?”

"...enlightenment."

"Go ahead and curse me! Curse me all you want!" Wu's slender shoulders finally trembled. "I... I didn't see anything! About you... I didn't see anything at all!"

She ultimately couldn't lie to Kamiya.

When Goku tried to focus his "vision" on the future where Kamiyagawa and Ashiya Doman would fight, all he saw was emptiness.

It is neither darkness nor mist, but an absolute "nothingness".

Kamiya River is no longer the same as before. Everything about him has been completely erased from the river of time, beyond sight and beyond prediction.

The fate of the sovereign of gods and spirits far surpasses the dimensions that future vision can reach.

"You just can't see it." Kamiya raised his hand and gently placed it on Satoru's slightly trembling head.

This result didn't seem to be too unexpected for him.

It is said that "the most important matters of a state are sacrifice and war." For Kamiya now, the pre-battle ritual is more like a way to wish for good luck.

Wu shook her head violently in his arms, rubbing her forehead against his chest, her voice choked with sobs: "You just don't understand! I've always been able to see it... but if I couldn't, then we... we..."

“There is still a chance to win.” Kamiya’s voice was unusually calm, with an undeniable certainty. “Satoru, look at me.”

Wu hesitated for a moment before slowly raising his head. His eyes were a little red, and his usually bright and spirited eyes were now filled with unease and confusion.

Kamiya looked directly into her eyes and said clearly, word by word, "We will win."

This was not a consolation, nor a conclusion based on any deduction, but a simple statement, yet it carried a weight that transcended everything when spoken by him.

“Ashiya Dōman will be defeated, and I will bring new laws to Kazumo.” He paused, his fingertips gently brushing against the corner of her eye. “As for how majestic I will look then… you will have to see for yourself.”

Wu stared blankly at him, at the unfathomable calm in his eyes, a calm that even future vision could not fathom.

That wasn't blind confidence, but rather a kind of calm acceptance that was already firmly established, almost like a rule.

Her grip on Kamiya's clothes loosened slightly.

“Of course.” Then, the latter changed the subject, “I will inform Isohime later and have her spread the word—the goddess of wisdom in Neo-Takamagahara has already foreseen our predetermined victory through futuristic vision.” (End of Chapter)