novelraw Chapter 89 : Onmyoji and Gambler
Chapter 89 : Onmyoji and Gambler
Chapter 89: Onmyoji and Gambler
Neon Metropolis, Chiyoda Ward, an ancient residence surrounded by towering skyscrapers.
Although located in the most valuable city center where every inch of land was worth a fortune, this residence was like an isolated island forgotten by time.
Dry landscape gardens, stone lanterns, vermilion torii gates……everything exuded an ancient and decaying aura.
This was the ancestral residence of the Abe family, and also the last bastion of Neon Onmyōdō.
“Get out! All of you, get out!”
Abe Qingtian kicked a household servant who tried to report the situation, sending him flying. His delicate face was filled with brutality and frenzy.
“A bunch of trash! It’s been three whole days, and you still haven’t found even a single clue about the other Transcendents?!”
He wore a white hunting robe, a black court cap on his head, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked gentle and refined, yet at this moment, that handsome face was twisted with ferocity.
“Young master……we’ve already done our best……”
The butler knelt trembling on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. “The gangs under our control have already turned over several nearby streets, but……with such a vast sea of people, it’s truly like looking for a needle in a haystack……”
“Shut up!”
Abe Qingtian kicked over the low table in front of him, and exquisite tea ware shattered all over the floor.
“Excuses! All excuses! I already cleared away all the obstacles for you, I even had the shikigami feed those disobedient gang bosses to the dogs, yet you still can’t handle such a small matter?!”
He roared in anger, venting the unwillingness in his heart.
As a direct descendant of Abe no Seimei, he had borne the heavy responsibility of reviving the family since childhood, but reality had once been cruel.
In this era of flourishing technology, Onmyōjutsu had long since declined, becoming nothing more than feudal superstition in people’s mouths.
The once-prestigious Abe family could now only barely survive by selling off ancestral assets and doing feng shui readings for the wealthy.
Until that day, when the oracle descended.
【Welcome to ‘Game of Gods’】
【Matching player identity and faction】
【Identity match complete】
【Faction match complete】
【Player: Abe Qingtian】
【Identity: Onmyoji】
【Faction: Radiance】
【Mastery of yin and yang, commanding ghosts and gods. When the talisman paper burns to ash, that is the day when demons and monsters submit】
At that moment, Abe Qingtian was overjoyed.
He summoned the shikigami from family legend— the 【Inugami】 with boundless monstrous strength, and the 【Yuki-onna】 who could manipulate ice and snow.
Relying on this power, in just a few days he had bloodily wiped out several nearby gangs that had disrespected him, establishing his own underground kingdom with absolute terror and strength.
Those yakuza members who had once been arrogant before him now looked at him as if they were seeing a living King of Hell, only kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy.
Guns and cannons? In front of shikigami, they were nothing more than fire pokers.
He had tasted the sweetness of the Transcendent—the pleasure of controlling life and death, of standing above mortals—and it left him unable to stop.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to win this game!
“Damn it……damn it……”
Abe Qingtian sat dejectedly on the tatami, the folding fan in his hand creaking under his grip.
Although he possessed absolute martial power, he was ultimately alone and weak; the decline of the family left him lacking a sufficient intelligence network.
He knew that if he wanted to win, he had to find the other players.
But right now, he was like a blind man holding a nuclear button—possessing destructive power alone, yet not knowing where to release it.
“If……if only there were someone who could help me find them……”
Abe Qingtian muttered to himself, his eyes flickering with extreme longing for victory.
“As long as I can find them, with my shikigami, who could stop me?!”
Just at that moment.
“Ding-dong—”
The doorbell suddenly rang.
“Who?!”
Abe Qingtian stared warily at the main gate.
“Go take a look!” he said to the butler.
The butler walked tremblingly to the door and looked outside through the peephole.
He saw a young man standing outside, wearing a floral shirt, dyed blond hair, looking sloppy and unserious.
“Young master……it’s a young man, looks like a small-time punk.”
“A punk?”
Abe Qingtian frowned. “Drive him away!”
“Wait.”
The young man outside suddenly spoke, his voice clearly carrying inside.
“Abe-san, don’t be so quick to chase people away.”
“I’m here to help you win the game.”
Abe Qingtian’s heart tightened.
“Who are you?” he asked in a low voice.
“My name is Sakamoto Ryuji.”
The young man outside said with a smile, “A gambler with pretty good luck.”
……
Five minutes later.
In the Abe family’s living room.
Sakamoto Ryuji sat on the main seat with his legs crossed, completely lacking decorum, idly toying with a coin in his hand.
Abe Qingtian sat opposite him, with two shikigami exuding terrifying auras standing behind him—
An Inugami covered in black fur all over its body, muscles bulging and knotted;
“And a Yuki-onna of peerless beauty, the surrounding air freezing into frost.”
“Speak. What business do you have with me?”
Abe Qingtian looked at Sakamoto Ryuji coldly, a trace of vigilance in his eyes.
Although the other party looked like a harmless punk, he could feel that there was an aura about this young man that made him extremely uncomfortable.
“Don’t be so tense, Abe-san.”
Sakamoto Ryuji tossed the coin in his hand. “I already said it—I’m here to help you.”
“Help me?”
Abe Qingtian snorted with laughter. “I possess the strongest shikigami. Everything within a ten-li radius is under my control. I need your help?”
“That’s right, your shikigami are very strong.”
Sakamoto Ryuji smiled confidently, his gaze sweeping over the two terrifying shikigami without the slightest fear. “But you can’t find the other players, can you?”
“You want to win the game, but you don’t even know where your opponents are.”
“Am I right?”
Abe Qingtian’s expression instantly darkened.
Having his sore spot struck, killing intent surged in his eyes. “You know too much. Believe it or not, I can kill you right now?”
“Kill me? Then you’ll truly be doomed to lose.”
Sakamoto Ryuji shook his head. “And besides, you can’t kill me.”
“What?” Abe Qingtian was stunned.
“Don’t believe it?”
Sakamoto Ryuji smiled.
He suddenly pulled a revolver from his waist and pointed it at his own temple.
“Hey! What are you doing?!” Abe Qingtian was startled by his action.
“Care to gamble?”
Sakamoto Ryuji looked at Abe Qingtian, madness showing in his eyes. “There’s one bullet in this gun.”
“If I die, my inheritance is all yours, including the intelligence I hold about the other players.”
“If I don’t die, you cooperate with me.”
“Well?”
A madman!
Abe Qingtian cursed inwardly.
This guy was absolutely a madman!
But before he could even refuse, Sakamoto Ryuji had already pulled the trigger.
Click.
Empty chamber.
“See? Pretty good luck.”
Sakamoto Ryuji grinned, then pulled the trigger twice more.
Click.
Click.
Empty again.
Abe Qingtian’s eyes widened.
This wasn’t just luck—this was playing with his life!
“Three rounds left.”
Sakamoto Ryuji spun the cylinder. “Again?”
“Enough!”