I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 56 Extraordinary Live Stream
"Toru Yamagami?!"

"How could that be? Shouldn't he be..."

Others may not recognize this middle-aged man, but the members of the Unification Church definitely remember him vividly!

Amidst a series of crashing sounds as chairs overturned, the 'priests' in the conference room rose in alarm, as if they had witnessed something bizarre.

This is perfectly logical: Yamagami Toru shot and killed the former prime minister of the island nation. Although many people pleaded and protested on his behalf, he wasn't sentenced to death, but rather to life imprisonment. Now, he's suddenly appearing here. What else could it be but a ghost story?
"What are you here for?"

Even the old woman on the golden crown chair subconsciously leaned on the jeweled armrests and stood up to rebuke them angrily.

"Didn't you want to witness extraordinary power?"

"I will satisfy you,"

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"kill him--"

As a woman who had followed that 'cult leader' around the world since she was 14, the old woman was also ruthless. She raised her hand, pointed to the mountain, and gave a loud order.

The four 'fanatics' protecting her immediately stepped forward and raised their M16A4 automatic rifles.

Da da da da da da! ! !

"what!"

"Fuck!!"

The sudden burst of gunfire caused the 'priests' in the conference room to instinctively drop to the ground, covering their necks with their hands.

Several unlucky individuals who couldn't react in time were hit by bullets and convulsed on the spot, with blood splattering everywhere.

brush--

However, on the mountain that was the target of these four 'guardians of the faith', a figure flashed and appeared next to a gunman with lightning.

Boom!
Before the gunman could even react, the steel pipe struck him hard in the chin.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Amidst the crackling of lightning, Shan Shang had already passed through the four gunmen, his steel pipe flowing smoothly across their chins.

Only when he stood in front of the 'godmother' did the four gunmen slowly fall to the ground.

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"Lady Tsuruko,"

Faced with the shocked old woman before him, Yamashiro found that he did not feel the anger he had imagined.

"Your church has existed for over seventy years, causing countless families to break apart. Don't you feel even the slightest bit of remorse?"

"No, that was all done voluntarily by the believers."

Faced with the electric shocks flashing from her body and the fact that she had single-handedly killed four gunmen on the mountain, the 'Godmother' offered a stammering explanation.

"Yes, it's voluntary."

“My mother also voluntarily donated all of my father’s inheritance to your Unity Church.”

Shan Shang shook his head slightly. He no longer wanted to say anything to the woman called 'Mother': Sure, her father died in a tunnel accident and her brother lost sight in one eye due to illness, but while the whole family was still trying to live, she placed her hopes on a cult.

Aside from asking her uncle for money, the woman spent the rest of her time attending various inexplicable gatherings of the "Unification Church".

After her pessimistic older brother committed suicide, this woman, unworthy of being called a mother, moved into the Unification Church and became a tool for the male priests to have fun!
Meanwhile, on the mountain, he had already been admitted to a prestigious university, but because that woman had given all the family's money to the church, he had to start working to support his family. His life was shrouded in darkness, and he even attempted suicide by ingesting gasoline. Meanwhile, the woman stayed in West 8, receiving 'baptism' at the church.

"My mother wasn't a bright person, so—"

With the steel pipe in his hand pointed at the old woman in front of him, Shan Shang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is this your excuse for wantonly toying with her life?"

"me."

Just as this old woman, who controlled hundreds of thousands of believers, was desperately trying to argue her case, a series of screams rang out from the conference room door.

"Ah~~"

"My legs, my legs!"

"You know who I am—ah!!"

Several priests who tried to escape collapsed to the ground, clutching their bloodied knees and groaning in pain.

In the center of them was a boy who looked like a high school student, holding a dagger in his hand, with blood dripping from the blade.

"Sorry, you can't leave here yet."

The boy's calm announcement, coupled with the screams of the priests on the ground around him, created an inhumanly terrifying atmosphere.

"Until 'things' are over."

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Another extraordinary one?
The old woman's pupils trembled. She was a woman who had experienced many trials and tribulations. In the blink of an eye, she had taken down several strong men with a dagger. Even top-notch special forces soldiers couldn't do that.

Neither the mountain in front of them nor the boy blocking the doorway were ordinary people.

extraordinary!

The old woman finally saw the extraordinary person she had been longing for.
But she wasn't a pawn to help her rise in rank; she was a death knell to bring her to her death!
"Where is that extraordinary person who was disguised as a follower of the 'Unification Church'? Why not call him out as well?"

Since things had come to this, the old woman simply gave up struggling and instead asked a question.

"Mr. Onoda has his own things to do."

With their enemy right before them, the people on the mountain didn't immediately kill the old woman, because her life was still valuable:
Splash,

Countless sheets of paper flew in from outside the gate, piling up to form the image of a young girl in the eyes of the terrified priests: charming features, wearing a kosode from the Heian period, clothes made of folded paper, a body made of paper, and a paper fan in her hand.

"Are these the offerings?"

"The soul strength is not bad, the sins are heavy. It will taste very good."

The moment this 'paper doll' girl spoke, the faces of the 'Unification Cult' members in the conference room turned deathly pale, their flabby bodies jiggling. After a lifetime of cult sacrifices, was it their turn now?!
"grown ups,"

"I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender!"

The burly man in the suit, his clothes disheveled, suddenly knelt down and began banging his head against the ground repeatedly.

"In my factory, there are one hundred fanatics and five hundred ordinary believers. You need human souls? No problem, I'll collect them for you right away—"

As long as they can survive, it doesn't matter how many cattle and horses die.
"Sorry, I don't eat souls."

However, the paper doll girl floating in mid-air chuckled.
"You are sacrifices for the 'Hundred Demons,' and I don't have time to wait for the next batch."

"what!!!"

Just then, the male priest in the striped suit roared and suddenly turned towards:

He rushed towards the window next to him!
This is the fourth floor, but if we take a chance, we might still survive.

Staying here, I fear even my soul would—

Splash,

Unfortunately, he didn't even have a chance to fight for his life.

With a wave of her folding fan, the paper doll girl sent out a large amount of paper flying out of thin air. It wrapped the man in front of the window, turning him into a puppet entangled in paper.

"Let's go, everyone, it's time to make our appearance."

“If you have the courage to commit suicide, I can also have the mercy to let you end it.”

After the paper doll girl finished speaking, the boy blocking the doorway stepped aside, clearly indicating that the people from the Unification Cult should leave.

In this situation, these once high and mighty 'priests' could only move their feet with despair on their faces: it wasn't a difficult choice to die now or die later.

Led by the boy with the dagger, their destination wasn't outside the building, but the rooftop:

"Everyone, don't look so sad."

"Come on, smile!"

On the rooftop terrace, a handsome young man was clapping and gesturing to the members of the 'Unification Church' in front of a bunch of live-streaming devices.

“You are about to go to heaven, you should be happy.”

After saying that, the young man slapped his forehead.

"Oh, sorry."

"I don't know if you still have souls after being used as sacrifices?"

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"If you do this, the government...will not let you off the hook!"

Now, the desperate 'godmother' can only resort to invoking the 'government' in an attempt to intimidate the other side, but—

"Haha, that's even better!"

"I will appear on the front page of all newspapers and on the cover of all magazines."

The handsome man excitedly spread his arms wide, and even his pants couldn't help but rip!
"I will be known to everyone, and the eyes of the whole world will be on my face. Ah, I hope they can capture my face at the most handsome angle."

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Faced with this insane man, these high-ranking members of the Unification Church collapsed on the rooftop.

"Paper Dance Master, may we begin?"

In response to the question from the mountain, the girl floating in the air casually waved her paper fan.

"As you wish."

Upon hearing this, he walked up the mountain towards a priest.

Snapped,

Grab the other person by the neck and drag them to the edge of the building's rooftop, where they are suspended in mid-air.

“Pray to your Heavenly Father,”

"Let him give you wings to fly, or else."

As the priest shook his head in terror, the mountaintop loosened its grip.

"Ah—smack!"

"Then obediently fall into hell."

After saying that, Shan Shang turned around, and wherever his gaze fell, the Unification Church members scattered rapidly, retreating but with nowhere to escape.

"I repent, I was wrong, please."

"Money, women, power—I'll give you everything!"

As the second priest fell to his death, the calm gaze on the mountain turned to the next target.

“I don’t need your repentance,”

"Go to the countless innocent souls whose families you have destroyed—"

"Repent!"

All of this was clearly recorded by the handsome man next to him, Tatsumi Ichihashi, with a camera.

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.

P.S.: Those who have the time can look up the details of the unified education department themselves; I can't write it all down here (it took me ages to revise).
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