I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 99 I've become CEO K?!
Hahahaha~~!

With a bang, the door to the top-of-the-line private ward was pushed open.

The ruddy-faced white tycoon pushed open the door, shocking the young people waiting outside, who even instinctively took a big step back.

"Father?"

“You…you are…”

The young white man in the lead spoke hesitantly: "Judging from his appearance, the person in front of me should be his father."

But just a few minutes ago, the old man was lying in his hospital room, reluctant to die; now he's suddenly laughing wildly and striding out. This doesn't make sense!

science?!
The young white man's expression changed, and he looked in shock at the two people behind his father.

Unbelievable! Unbelievable!

Uncle Ramley, you who always have science on your mind...
They actually have a secret alliance with 'Supernatural'?

Based on the recent trending topics that have dominated global search rankings, it's not hard to guess.

Thinking of this, the young white man could no longer hide his 'disappointment'.

Judging from the old man's complexion, he could easily live another ten or twenty years. Why should I wait any longer?
"Ok?"

The white tycoon's expression darkened as his gaze swept over his eldest son's face.

"Aren't you happy to see me recovered?"

"How...how could this be?"

"Haha, congratulations, Father!"

All the children forced stiff smiles, and only the younger ones genuinely rushed over.

"Alright, this is none of your business."

The white tycoon patted the heads of his young children and then glanced at everyone.

"Don't mention my recovery to anyone: if anyone gets drunk and reveals anything about me—"

Get out of the house immediately, and don't expect to get a single penny!
Such punishment is definitely worse than death.

"Yes!"

"Father, I will take good care of my younger brother and sister."

The young white man in the lead snapped to attention and immediately nodded in agreement.

After returning, I will send my younger siblings, who only know how to 'eat, drink, and have fun,' abroad and let them go on vacation wherever they want, so they can go far away.

"Go."

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed his children. The white tycoon turned around and immediately raised his hand respectfully in greeting.

"Your Majesty, please come to my home."

"Give any orders you may have to your humble household."

"Wait, Lady Secret"

"Ramley!"

The white tycoon's tone changed abruptly, from fawning and respectful to resolute and angry.

"You are being extremely disrespectful to His Majesty."

"Is that 'identity' something that can be used casually?"

Fuck you, you old dog!

Dr. Ramley's expression froze, and he almost cursed out loud.

If I hadn't brought this 'secret lady' here, would you, you old dog, still be clinging to life in your hospital bed, ready to turn on me the moment you get up?
wrong--

"Old Edgar, do you want to control 'the lady'?"

"absurd!"

The white tycoon spoke with an air of righteous indignation.
"My life belongs to Your Majesty, how could I possibly have such thoughts?"

"But you, Mr. Ramley, dare you say you are absolutely loyal to His Majesty?"

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Seeing the two old white men glaring at each other, almost about to fight on the spot, the octopus girl 'Kishira' tilted her head.

She realized that she seemed to have underestimated human 'diversity'.

"Your life is in my hands."

With a flick of his finger, the ruddy-faced tycoon's expression immediately contorted, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"As for you, the same applies to your daughter."

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As Dr. Ramley's expression changed drastically, the octopus girl 'Kishira' shook her finger expressionlessly.

“I don’t know what you’re arguing about, but if I find any sign of you ‘betraying’ me, you will all die.”

"Your Majesty, my loyalty to you is as strong as this beating heart!"

The oath made by old Edgar with one hand on his chest gave Dr. Ramley goosebumps.

But when I think of my daughter—

"Madam, please believe me, I will never betray you."

He immediately knelt down on one knee, leaving the arriving doctor hesitant.

Brush, X2
The two elderly white men suddenly turned around, startling the doctor who raised his hands in surprise.

"I join, I join!"

Regardless of the scene before him, once he saw it, the only option he had was to 'join' the other party.

Otherwise, given the size of this tycoon, killing him quietly would be incredibly easy.

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.

"Dad~~"

When the three (?) returned to the Upper East Side manor, the little girl came to greet them.

"Sir, Miss suddenly experienced chest pain. Should she go to the hospital?"

"No need, I am a biologist."

Dr. Ramley waved for the temporary nanny to leave, glanced at the black-suited guards surrounding his house, and took out his phone.

"I called the nearby patrol officers and told them to avoid this area."

As an area where "old money" resides, the security of the Upper East Side is unparalleled elsewhere. If a farcical battle between patrol officers and bodyguards were to occur, it would attract the attention of the government and cause trouble.

"gentlemen,"

A man in a black suit walked out of the house.
"It has been checked and there are no problems."

"Old Edgar, this is my home!"

Dr. Ramley couldn't help but roll his eyes. Although he could understand it, this kind of behavior...
"No, this will be His Majesty's temporary palace from now on."

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The bodyguard in the black suit paused, his professionalism keeping him expressionless.

He knew that if it was something he could 'know,' his boss would tell him.

"Come in, Tony."

Sure enough, his boss beckoned him inside.

"Your Majesty is the savior of mankind. My recovery is all thanks to Your Majesty's grace." After saying this, the white tycoon 'Edgar' earnestly gave orders to his bodyguards.

"Her orders are my orders."

"You must respect me as much as you respect me—no, you must be above me in obeying her!"

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguard captain in the black suit nodded in acceptance.

He used to be a mercenary, and his family now lives happily under the arrangement of the boss in front of him.

Even if it meant dying for the other person, they would have no complaints.

In the living room, there are Dr. Ramley, the wealthy businessman Edgar, the innocent little girl Winnie, and the bodyguard captain Tony.

"Tony, why don't you take Miss Winnie out to play?"

Old Edgar's expression turned serious as he dismissed the bodyguard and the little girl.

"Your Majesty, please advise on how we should proceed."

"Well, the lady doesn't want to concern herself with such mundane matters; otherwise, what would be the point of having us?"

Seeing that the 'Hidden Lady' remained silent, Dr. Ramley quickly changed the subject, while giving old Edgar a wink.

"It's the subordinate who deserves to die!"

The wealthy businessman, realizing what had happened, quickly bowed his head and apologized. It seemed that this sir was not familiar with human society.

"The church and meeting place—you can leave those to me; just specify the details and decorations."

"You can decide for yourselves. I will visit when the time comes."

Having decided to 'spread the Father's faith,' 'Kshira', who had set this goal in mind, began to take it seriously.

"We need to have our own armed forces."

Kshira's past experience of imprisonment taught her that only force is the foundation of everything.

"Ordinary light weapons are easy to obtain. But..."

Old Edgar hesitated for a moment. He already knew the true name of his 'Your Majesty' and naturally knew what kind of being they worshipped: of course, he did not feel any psychological burden because of this.

He donates so much money to the church every year, yet he's a completely useless Christ!

Only the great Cthulhu is the ruler of the world!

He is now a servant of the Secret Lady 'Kishira', and no one is more loyal to the 'Father of the Sea' than him, absolutely no one!

"If heavy weapons are needed, I suggest controlling... cough cough, baptizing one more person."

“We can set up our own security company.”

"Blackwater International?"

"right,"

The two elderly white men exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's intentions.

Setting up a private security company is the best way to cultivate one's own armed forces: there are a large number of security companies active on various battlefields in the United States: many so-called "zero casualties" are achieved in this way: mercenaries are not considered human.

In fact, there are also a large number of mercenaries active on the Russian battlefield. Last year, their leader, "The Cook," even performed a parachute descent from 10,000 meters high.

These teams, composed of veterans, former special forces soldiers, and even prisoners, can be sent to the front lines to grind meat, as long as they are paid.

They are even more ferocious than regular troops, making them a favorite of many theater commanders.

After all, regular soldiers receive compensation, while mercenaries risk their lives for money.

And there's no public pressure involved.
"Your Majesty, the extraordinary is now beginning to manifest, with extraordinary forces appearing alongside mortal armies."

"I know a way to create artificial superhumans using serum from superhuman beings."

When this topic came up, 'Kshira', who had been in a daze, snapped out of it.

"You will be responsible for replicating this medicine."

He raised his hand and pointed at Dr. Ramley.
"No problem, ma'am."

Stephen, should I curse you or thank you?

Although the other party did not mention it, with Dr. Ramley's intelligence, he had long guessed the origin of the drug technology and that his old friend must have died in a laboratory.

"But, since it's made from the serum of 'extraordinary beings'; madam, could it be that you..."

"No,"

Kishira shook his head slightly, then moved his finger horizontally, pointing at the wealthy businessman, old Edgar.

"Use his blood."

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"And your daughter's blood."

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"Ah this."

"This method is too..."

The two elderly white men shook their heads. They wanted them to bleed? Absolutely not!

"Are you suggesting I use mine—"

As 'Kishira's' gaze turned dangerous, the two immediately stood up and knelt on one knee.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"We are overjoyed to be able to contribute to the church."

"Your Majesty, may I ask?"

How should we pray to the "Father in the Sea"?

Finally, old Edgar asked the most crucial question.

You ask me, who do I ask?
Seeing that the 'secret lady' looked completely bewildered, Dr. Ramley had no choice but to speak up.

"Madam, what do you think of this prayer?"

"—Our Father in the sea, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done in America as in R'lyah."

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"Can,"

Kshira felt she still had a lot to learn, and as for whether her father would respond to this 'prayer'?

You’ll know after you give it a try.

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.

Ok?
In the darkness, Yu, who was sleeping, opened her eyes.

A voice was ringing in my ear. Was this some kind of 'downline' sending me mental signals?
The Yamanaka family's secret technique allows them to transmit information among themselves: even during the final battle, the Crown Prince conveyed his tragic past to everyone: "I'm still fighting, what right do you have to give up?!"

Of course, the secret techniques of the Yamanaka family have distance limitations.

But Yu is different; all the extraordinary things on this planet originated from him.
He can control all extraordinary states, including the mental fluctuations directed at him.

Who is this?

Staying up all night
With a thought, the sounds around me became clear:
'Our Father in the sea, be glory to your name, come your kingdom, and do your will in America as in R'lyah.'

Um? ?

what's the situation,
I just took a nap, how did I become Cthulhu?

(End of this chapter)