I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 100 Your prayer contains three grammatical errors.
Who is this?

With a thought, You's spiritual power traversed countless mountains and rivers, landing in a manor on the Upper East Side of New York, America.

Who is calling me?!

Just a single thought, once it enters the consciousness of the person involved, feels as if the sky is falling, the world is shaking, and the soul will be extinguished in the next second!
"what!"

Amidst screams,

The wealthy old Edgar slumped to his knees.
Unable to maintain his prayer posture, he buried his head deep in the carpet.

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Dr. Ramley, standing nearby, looked completely bewildered, but when he saw the serious-looking 'Kishira', he immediately realized what had happened.

"Father."

Sure enough, as 'Kshira' murmured softly,
Dr. Ramley felt more comfortable kneeling down with his head down.

No,

How did I become a father at such a young age?!

On the other side of the planet, Yu, who was still a bit grumpy in bed, was shocked by this nickname. After thinking about it, she realized what it meant.

That makes sense. Logically speaking, the one who gave this octopus girl power and intelligence is her 'father'.

Meanwhile, the octopus girl continued to pray:

"I want people to sing your name, and for all living things to follow your ways; only in this way can the world be restored to its former glory."

and many more,

What is this all about?
With a slight shake of her head, Yu, her sleepiness dissipating, decided to use the 'Mountain' secret technique to probe the memories of the other two offline users.

Hmm, one is a little girl who doesn't understand anything; the other is, oh, a billionaire, on the verge of death and parasitized by an octopus?
understood,

After glancing at the two people's memories, Yu roughly understood the situation.

"Very good, daughter~~"

The magnificent voice echoed in 'Kshira's' mind, making the octopus girl with her hands clasped together even more devout.

"All glory belongs to you, Father."

Embarrassed, Yu rolled over on the bed, causing the girl in his arms to snuggle up. He continued to focus his attention on the consciousness link.

"Tell me your plans,"

"Yes, Father."

After reporting the results of his two subordinates' discussion to his father, Kshira quietly awaited the response from the great, omnipotent, and creator father.

Wow, such strong initiative?
On the other side of the planet, Yu was stunned. In such a short time, the little octopus had already assembled a team and was preparing for a big battle.
In contrast, the "downlines" on the island nation's side are either hiding or scheming against each other.

Look at them, they've already planned to form an extraordinary force!
However, considering how enthusiastic the little octopus was, Yu had a plan.

"Very good, daughter~~"

"However, ordinary extraordinary transformation is far too weak."

"My kin shall possess even stronger bodies and wilder power~~"

After speaking, Yu transmitted the knowledge related to the 'cursed seal' into the little octopus's mind, while also offering a word of encouragement:
"Only the power that transcends all else holds the secret to our traversal of the stars; with this secret art, we will select suitable kin, and when the stars align, I will personally descend to bless you!"

then:

He turned over and went back to sleep.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Whoohoo~~"

Gasping for breath, the wealthy Edgar scrambled to his feet from the carpet, still shaken.

The moment that 'magnificent consciousness' descended, his soul felt as if it were being torn apart on the spot. No, it was annihilated!
This is not an illusion. With Yu's control over the extraordinary, the life and death of any being who gains power from him are only a matter of his mind.

"Just now, our 'father' seemed... not very happy?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, old Edgar stammered out his true thoughts.

"Yes, because we disturbed Father's sleep."

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It seems that's not wrong.

The two old white men exchanged a glance. Before the stars returned to their places, the 'Father of the Sea' had been sleeping in the deep sea.

Our hasty prayers have indeed disturbed 'His' sleep.

Thankfully, I managed to pull through.
No, it is the great 'Father's' mercy.

Thinking of this, the fear on Old Ed's face vanished, replaced by a sense of pride.

To be able to hear the teachings of the 'Father,' even just a reprimand, is an honor that billions of people can only dream of!
"My father bestowed upon me a secret technique,"

"Used to transform into a more powerful and wilder clan than ordinary extraordinary beings."

? ?
"Okay, I'll have my bodyguard Tony—"

"and many more,"

Dr. Ramley raised his hand to stop the excited old Edgar.

"I am a biologist after all, and I'm afraid that extraordinary transformation is not so simple or easy."

"Perhaps what is so natural in the eyes of the 'Father' is incredibly difficult for us mortals. Therefore:"

Let's do an experiment first.

"Come on, old Edgar, let me draw some blood."

???

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A dark, damp room

The surrounding walls are covered with green light bulbs, and a huge disc hangs on the far opposite side.

The engraving on it is incorrect. Judging from the material, it should be a 3D printed relief: the upper half is a bald head with a high forehead, and the lower half is octopus-like 'whiskers'.

A group of figures dressed in greyish-blue robes were kneeling on the ground, chanting incantations before the 'relief'. "We are Cthulhu in the sea, may your name be glorified, may your kingdom come, may your will be done in R'lyeh as in Ihanesh."

Bang! !

The door was kicked open suddenly.

Sunlight suddenly streamed into the room, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up—"

A group of men in black suits, wearing sunglasses and carrying guns rushed into the room;
The dark muzzle of the gun in their hands caused these 'cultists' who had just turned around to reflexively raise their hands.

Some of the more 'skilled' ones had even laid themselves face down on the ground.

Behind the men in black suits who rushed into the room, another group of men in black suits emerged; they pulled out handcuffs and cuffed the hands of these 'cultists' behind their backs one by one, then put black hoods on them and escorted them out of the house one by one.

Outside, two extended Chevrolet Express limousines had their rear doors open.

After all the guys were put into the car, the men in black suits followed.

"drive,"

The minivan, which was the same model as the police car and even had a similar color scheme, but lacked the 'POLICE' badge and red and blue police lights, quietly drove into the traffic.

Without giving those guys any chance to speak, a quick and efficient 'arrest' operation was already over.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

brush,

The hood was removed, and the white youth squinted, but he didn't see the familiar policeman.

"Hi, where is this?"

"I'm calling a lawyer, I'm going to sue you—"

“There are three grammatical errors in your prayer.”

? ?
Opposite the young white man, whose hands were cuffed and who was sitting in a chair, was a well-mannered older white man.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the arrested youth couldn't help but retort.

"What did you say?"

"This is a prayer we selected from 'The Call of Cthulhu,' are you questioning our professionalism?"

It's not about faith, it's about professionalism.

That's right, these so-called 'cultists' are nothing more than a group of 'Cthulhu' enthusiasts.

The far-reaching supernatural events in the Far East are escalating, and in America, various churches advocating "apocalyptic" and "saviorism" are flourishing. When it comes to cults, America is second to none.

Island nation? West Eight?
Laugh to death!

Their cult originated from America!
There are thousands of cults that are already deeply rooted and on record; those that frequently change their names and are arrested and released every day are as numerous and inexhaustible as the sands of California.

For example, the 'Unification Church' that was recently sacrificed by a superhuman in the island nation had also developed in America.

However, here: the Holy Father 'Messiah' was thrown into jail by the IRS for tax evasion!

His eldest son, the "Holy Son," was led astray by a group of thugs into a life of drinking, gambling, prostitution, and smoking, eventually becoming mentally unstable. The Unification Church was forced to declare that the "Holy Son" had been corrupted by human defilement, and that his mother, the "Holy Mother," would once again take control, obediently leaving this "land of freedom" and returning to West Eight.
Compared to America, it's just a mere 'cult'. Let's see what it's like to take a few steps!
"So, you're just following the trend?"

Dr. Ramley chuckled and shook his head.

"Now, we're giving you a chance, a real chance to become a 'star's child'."

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"Old man, are you alright?"

The young white man reclining in the chair glanced at the other person.
"Let me go! I'm warning you, this is illegal imprisonment. You'll be getting a court summons!"

The white youth uttered threatening words, but his eyes darted around: groups like theirs, which were more about "playing around," were everywhere in America. Especially now, with the arrival of "supernatural beings," they were springing up like mushrooms after rain.

"I've been to the police station countless times, you guys aren't police at all!"

"so what?"

The refined and cultured Dr. Ramley looked at the 'intelligent man' before him with a half-smile.

Do you think you still have a chance to get out there?

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As the white youth's expression changed drastically, the wall next to him slid open automatically, revealing a one-way glass curtain wall.

"Welcome to my laboratory,"

"Let's get straight to the point: see if ordinary humans can bear the gifts of the 'Father'."

In the opposite room, a professional restraint device bound a white man to an 'X'-shaped frame; beneath his feet were circles of incomprehensible writing forming a bizarre magic circle. Beside him, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a doctor approached him with an syringe in his hand.

As the injection was inserted, the doctor quickly stepped back: the bound man immediately began to struggle violently!

There were many incomprehensible high-tech instruments around him, connected to his body.

The only thing the young white man sitting in the chair recognized was the dozen or so IV drip sets hanging next to him.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

As he struggled and cried out in pain, black lines gradually appeared on the man's body; the instruments attached to his body swayed wildly as he struggled, and even the huge metal 'X' shape behind him showed signs of shaking.

"No, no! I don't want to be swallowed up!"

With a strange, desperate roar, the black lines on his body rapidly expanded, turning into black spots that then spread across his entire skin!
At the same time, his limbs began to twist.

Pfft

In the struggle,
The man's arm was pulled free from its restraints:
Because his arms had turned into soft, boneless tentacles!
That wasn't all. From its gaping maw, fangs began to grow; the human reason in its pupils gradually disappeared, replaced by the ferocity of a wild beast.

"Yes, it failed as expected."

Dr. Ramley, who was prepared for this, turned around.

"Get ready, you can do it too!"

The young white man, slumped in the chair, had his eyes rolled back and his crotch was dripping wet.

"Fainted?"

(End of this chapter)