Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 257 - 178

Chapter 257: Chapter 178

Normal people would more or less be grateful to their lifesaver, but Fujiwara Homare is different. He thinks this is what Fushimi Roku should do.

That’s right, he’s the only son of the Fujiwara family, who would dare let him die? Even if he had an accident, the emergency doctors would try their best to save him, it’s their job, does he need to be grateful for that?

It’s not like the family doesn’t give them a reward!

In the end, these people are all about money. Who would take a second look if a poor wretch fell by the roadside? This world revolves around the privileged, it’s an eternal truth that the lower class serves the upper class.

"From now on, you will protect me closely!"

While speaking, Fujiwara Homare took out his phone from the trench coat pocket, preparing to call someone: "Hello? Izumi? Who’s on duty at the police station now? Tell them to come over, all report for field duty! Tell them to hurry up!"

Afterwards, Fujiwara Homare reported the address, hung up the phone, and looked up to see Fushimi Roku turning to leave. He quickly reached out to grab Fushimi Roku: "Didn’t you hear me talking to you? I told you to protect me closely—"

"Why should I?" Fushimi Roku retorted.

Fujiwara Homare had just woken up, his brain felt like mush, and couldn’t handle complicated thoughts. Hearing this, he impatiently took out his wallet and said, "I’ll pay you, alright? Stop blabbering..."

Fujiwara Homare casually pulled out about a hundred thousand yen and handed it to Fushimi Roku. The latter didn’t take it, but gently pushed it back: "I, as a cultivator, don’t touch filthy lucre."

"Too little?"

Fujiwara Homare sneered, pulled out another ten bills. Seeing Fushimi Roku still unmoved, he simply fished out a Black Card and pressed it against Fushimi Roku’s chest: "Swipe it–any–way–you–want!"

"I already said, it’s not about the money." Fushimi Roku stood with his hands behind his back.

He didn’t really have much disdain for these idle rich kids. These people are only as rich as their money. They’re just spoiled brats raised by their families. Their parents are worse than the brats themselves. As a mature, rational adult, how could he argue with a child?

"Then what do you want?"

Fujiwara Homare was truly puzzled, it was the first time he’d encountered money being ineffective.

"I want you to listen to the truth and convert to my sect..."

Before Fushimi Roku finished speaking, he realized he was too caught up in his role. But since he was already in this deep, he decided to go all out, and took the opportunity to entice:

"Do you want to gain wisdom beyond ordinary people? Do you want to uncover the mysteries of the soul? Do you want to obtain eternal life, turning stones into gold, mind-reading, invisibility instantaneous movement, floating flight, and other incredible superpowers?"

"Of course, who wouldn’t want that?"

After Fujiwara Homare said this, he felt his ears were sticky, reached up to touch, and they were full of scabs. He immediately felt something was amiss.

Evil spirits can physically attack?

"Very good," Fushimi Roku picked up some cold tea and splashed it on his face, wiping off the blood stains with a handkerchief in a few quick strokes: "I’m looking for a disciple to inherit my legacy. Your constitution is one in ten thousand, a promising candidate."

Fujiwara Homare was drenched in tea, had his face covered with a handkerchief, and got his head scrubbed like a dog, bewildered for a few seconds, then realized and yanked Fushimi Roku’s collar: "You bastard... Are you playing me?"

"I don’t want your money, what benefit do I get from playing you?" Fushimi Roku asked calmly.

Fujiwara Homare listened and thought it made some sense. Before he could ponder further, Fushimi Roku seized the moment to say: "Think about it, why didn’t the evil spirits attack others, but only you?"

"Hiss... this... why?" Fujiwara Homare asked.

"Because your destiny is noble, you were born superior!"

Fushimi Roku fully employed his social skills, feeding into the other’s worldview with lies: "Fujiwara Section Chief, from the first time I saw you, I felt you have an extraordinary demeanor, the appearance of a true dragon... But currently a hidden dragon in the depths, I assume you’re not favored at home and face setbacks at work, right?"

The more Fujiwara Homare listened, the more it made sense, especially that line about being "born superior," which was absolutely right.

But then he thought, isn’t it obvious that he’s superior?

However, he truly wasn’t favored at home, his father always looked at him with disdain, relatives acted respectful on the surface but mocked him behind his back, and at work he was often repressed by his superiors, so much so that he’s still just a criminal section chief.

Fushimi Roku spread his arms and slapped his hands on Fujiwara Homare’s arms, clutching his shoulders, and said solemnly: "This is a test from the heavens! You were born to become a godlike man, how could you be hindered by the mundane?"

Fujiwara Homare suddenly understood, he finally knew what went wrong in his life, turned out all the struggles were merely the trials before his ascension to immortality...

No, wait!

Fujiwara Homare came to his senses. He’s no fool; becoming a deity was too absurd. He wasn’t thinking clearly just now and almost got caught up in it. Instantly, he countered: "Then why aren’t you a deity?"

"I’m not qualified, your qualifications are better than mine." Fushimi Roku said seriously: "After all, people’s constitutions can’t be generalized."

Fujiwara Homare looked enlightened, thinking that made sense, so it’s reasonable this way.

Seeing this, Fushimi Roku urged Fujiwara Homare to start cultivating immediately, the latter was momentarily stunned, thinking it seemed a bit hurried.

"Don’t you understand your situation? The evil spirits have their eyes on you! If you wish to live, you must quickly cultivate... As the saying goes, ’Heaven is jealous of the talented,’ this is the deadly trial you must endure!"

The more Fushimi Roku spoke, the more nonsense it became, even the believers of Aum Truth Sect wouldn’t buy such a story.

But Fujiwara Homare believed, having just encountered a ghost, still somewhat shaken, he hurriedly asked Fushimi Roku what he should do.

Fushimi Roku told him to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, empty his mind, and think of nothing. Fujiwara Homare complied, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Fushimi Roku covered his head with a handkerchief.

"What’s this for?" Fujiwara Homare asked.

"I’m casting a spell so the evil spirits can’t see you temporarily." Fushimi Roku made up a lie, then criticized: "Concentrate! No talking! Focus on cultivation!"

"Uh... got it."

"I said no talking!" Fushimi Roku chided again. Seeing Fujiwara Homare silent, he nodded in satisfaction, quietly slid open the door, and left the parlor.

Fujiwara Homare sat in silence for a while, suddenly realizing something was off, how long would he have to cultivate to be safe? He couldn’t just sit here foolishly all night, could he?

He assumed Fushimi Roku was still in the parlor, wanted to ask, but was afraid of disrupting the cultivation process. After hesitating, he decided to just go along with it. After all, sitting still wasn’t hard, was it?