Chapter 05: Angel
Luo Feng’s voice reached Ginko Sora’s ears, a voice that only she could hear.
She truly didn’t dare to have too much contact with such a powerful existence, no matter how kind he appeared to be.
“Senior sister, your complexion looks terrible. Did he overcharge you?” Yaichi Kuzuryuu asked puzzledly.
“Yaichi, do you think… the God of Shogi exists?” Ginko Sora murmured.
“Of course he exists. He has always been watching over us,” Yaichi Kuzuryuu instinctively replied.
“Watching over us, huh…” Ginko Sora let out a bitter laugh.
His watchful eye came at a price, and it was… that kind of price.
“Senior sister, you still haven’t said, did that person overcharge you?” Yaichi Kuzuryuu asked.
“Yeah, don’t go to him for fortune-telling in the future.” Ginko Sora’s heart tightened. “His fees are very high, his food isn’t tasty, and he talks nonsense. His shogi skills are not bad though. I met him by chance and occasionally go to his store to play shogi. His store basically has no business and is very quiet.”
“Okay.”
Yaichi Kuzuryuu was quite obedient when it came to such small matters.
Because of the good shogi skills and the quietness, they had some interaction, which indeed matched Ginko Sora’s personality.
“Let’s go back first.” Ginko Sora walked towards her teacher’s house.
Whether to make the deal or not, she definitely didn’t want to right now.
“I have two game records, game records…” Ginko Sora’s expression turned ugly.
Wait, why can’t I remember those two games?
The game I played with him and that godlike game!
“What game records?” Yaichi Kuzuryuu asked puzzledly.
“It’s nothing, just the post-game analysis of today’s competition.” Ginko Sora said coldly.
That’s right. Since I didn’t accept the deal, it was normal for him to take back the game records of those two games.
Directly erasing my memory at that time, isn’t he too terrifying?
That deal… no, I can’t accept it.
“Senior sister is acting strange today…”
“Got a problem with that?”
“No!”
…
After leaving Ginko Sora, Luo Feng went to eat a bowl of ramen and returned to the store again.
Although he was the one running the izakaya, he was too lazy to cook for himself.
Even if he could obtain the skills of a god of cooking, he was unwilling to do it himself. That would lose some of the flavors of life.
Luo Feng was pondering who needed to make a deal and if anyone had summoned a devil through a ritual when an unexpected guest walked in.
She had long, snow-white hair, a height that was neither tall nor short, and a somewhat fleshy appearance. She wore a pair of symmetrical silver cross hair clips on her head and a white long dress.
Even though it was winter, she seemed to be unafraid of the cold.
“No bird people are welcome here,” Luo Feng said without raising his head.
Clearly, he knew the person who had come.
Even though she was a beauty, Luo Feng had no intention of looking at her.
In terms of appearance, she had some baby fat on her face and a strange smile. Her figure couldn’t compare to Ginko Sora’s, but her treatment was vastly different from Ginko Sora’s.
“Hehe, how cold of you. Should I call you Lord Luo Feng, or should I call you… Substitute Monarch?” The woman walked up to Luo Feng and sat down on her own.
A chair appeared beneath her, not because she had pulled it over, but as if the chair had grown legs and ran to place itself under her butt.
“No need to be polite, just call me daddy.” Luo Feng found an interesting piece of news. A person was born with disabled legs, and their only wish was to stand up and see the world.
‘Do you want to restore your legs?’
Luo Feng’s computer screen rippled like water, and he casually typed a string of words as if he were using a chat software.
That person was lying on the bed, boredly operating his phone.
He saw this sentence suddenly pop up on the screen and was stunned for a moment.
Another advertisement? Promoting some medicine?
Such advertisements had popped up countless times since his diagnosis, that was the power of big data.
Countless hopes had brought countless disappointments. He had completely given up on his legs.
He wanted to close this advertisement, but he found no × option.
This… was too well hidden, wasn’t it?
He restarted his phone with practiced ease. Whenever he encountered such a situation, restarting would solve it.
Something strange happened. Even after restarting, this “advertisement” was still on the screen.
Whether it was the boot animation or the loading interface, this “advertisement” persisted.
“Hmm, still so wicked.” The woman covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, not taking Luo Feng’s words to heart at all.
‘Do you want it or not?’
Luo Feng typed another string of words.
Times had changed. Devils didn’t necessarily have to go to the scene, didn’t necessarily have to meet face to face, and didn’t even have to engage in verbal conversations. Some issues could be resolved online. If Luo Feng had to visit everyone in person, his workload would be too great.
His proactive approach to Ginko Sora was more out of his own interest.
To attract a devil, the prerequisite was that the other party had a strong desire for something.
This strong desire couldn’t be achieved by occasionally shouting a few times. Only a sincere wish from the bottom of one’s heart was effective, to the extent of being willing to pay any price for this wish.
Just like those people who claimed to dream of winning the lottery, but might not even buy lottery tickets, such wishes were useless.
On the other hand, a person who had given everything for their wish, only to end up empty-handed, yet still wanted to pursue that slim hope, such a person with a strong desire was more likely to attract a devil’s attention because their soul was more useful.
‘Restore? Restore what? Who are you?’
The other party saw a chat box for replies and quickly typed a line.
“Tsk, the efficiency is still a bit low like this. Should I mobilize some programmers from hell to develop an app for online wish-granting?” Luo Feng grumbled. “An app that only those who can sell their souls can see and download.”
“What an unscrupulous devil, even wanting to exploit your own people. The workload of the bottom-level employees in hell is already 23 hours a day, with no days off.” The woman picked up the chair, not considering herself an outsider at all, and sat next to Luo Feng, watching his operations.
“You still want a good life after going to hell?” Luo Feng sneered. “Moreover, my affairs have nothing to do with you, a bird person, right, Raphiel Shiraha Ainsworth(1)*? Don’t let heaven’s hand reach too far. If you want to start a war, those muscle-brained demons with no brains should be very willing. I also don’t mind tearing apart a few more angels to play with.”
“How heartless…” Raphi smiled. “I’ve never offended you, you know.”
“But I hate angels.” Luo Feng snorted. “God loves the world and cannot give special treatment to anyone. That’s your rule as angels. Even if your friend is in great pain, you can’t use divine power to help them due to the rules.”
“If we lend a helping hand to everyone, this world would be in chaos,” Raphi argued.
“That’s why I prefer that newly fallen angel over you.”
Character from anime Gabriel Dropout
Link: Raphiel Shiraha Ainsworth(1)*
