The mountain god is me

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A drop of mucus was thrown on the table, and the curse spirit hurried forward and stretched out its tentacles to wipe it clean, but the mucus on the tentacles made the stain bigger and bigger.

I glanced lightly, and the curse spirit shuddered violently, and the tentacles swung faster and faster.

"Okay, okay." I stopped his movement, and directed another spell, "Go and get that piece of cloth."

The curse spirit who did something wrong was so wronged that he drooped his tentacles, and the curse spirit who was named passed the cloth over.

I wiped the table carelessly, thinking about what to do today.

The place where I am now is a bag/leather company in Kawasaki City. It is funny to say that when I wanted to be a person, I was frustrated everywhere. Now I decide not to be a person, but I am happy.

These curse spirits are all curse spirits that were subdued in Kawasaki City at the beginning. They obeyed my words, picked up garbage diligently during the years I left, and worked hard to be good curse spirits. After serious training, the current force has already dominated one side.

Let me come back this time to belong to the enthroned state. Besides, in this chaotic situation, with their management, Kawasaki City is like a peach blossom forest. There are no magic spirits attacking citizens indiscriminately on the streets, although there are still some thorns.

The back then submissive campus mantra has also grown up, observing my expression and obsequiously handing me an apple.

"Are all the disobedient ones sent to the training camp?" I gnawed on an apple and asked while holding a map.

The map shows the current situation in Kawasaki Prefecture, and the red areas are places that have not yet been properly managed.

The thorn-headed curse spirits don't have much intelligence, and they will continue to make trouble tomorrow after being beaten up today. Because there are too many curse spirits on campus, there is no way to clean them all up, so they can only draw a place for them to gather.

Although ordinary people can't see the magic spirit, the casualty rate is higher in places where the thorns gather, and people are also creatures that seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so naturally they all ran out.

I threw the fruit core into the trash can. After the original Panxing Cult left Kawasaki City, the curse spirits took over the management of the sect. Logically speaking, it couldn’t develop, but I didn’t expect to meet a group of high-level fanatics. Enshrine the invisible mantra spirit as a god, and use the treasure trove to strengthen your party.

"Contact Ichiro Takeuchi and ask him to come over." I ordered the boss Heini.

Not long after, Ichiro Takeuchi summoned him.

"Master." Takeuchi bowed respectfully, "The Kawasaki City/Government has made arrangements, and the concentrated evacuation notice has been issued, and the relocation is expected to be completed next Sunday."

Ordinary people can't see the mantra, so I logically used a "spiritual manifestation" to become the leader of the Panxing Sect, although the Panxing Sect had been renamed the Sun Moon God Sect at that time.

But this has also been changed to Sun Moon Club under my one-pass operation, and I have also set up a decent bag/leather company. I usually live in the office.

"Good job." I praised, and then picked up a copy of "Das Kapital" on the table and handed it to Takeuchi, "We have landed now, do you usually ask me to know the president? Only by strengthening the theoretical knowledge reserve can the company Further development."

"...Yes." Takeuchi took the book and left the office.

I stood up from my leather seat, and the configuration of the luxurious president made me feel the happiness of a rich man that I had never experienced before.

Stretching freely, I greeted the three curse spirits, "Let's go, let's go and see the new labor force."

At the border of Kawasaki City, not far away, there is a curse spirit distorting its body and moving towards the city.

Since the day the high-level officials were killed, I have felt a significant increase in the concentration of magic power in Japan. The number of magic spirits in a small place like Kawasaki City is comparable to that of Tokyo. It is even more difficult to imagine what kind of tragedy Tokyo will be in now.

Mantras are not dead either. When the concentration in one area is saturated, some mantras will consciously move to other areas, so strange mantras will appear at the border of Kawasaki City every day.

And I just need to stop some thorns before they start to destroy them.

"The field expands, and everything coexists."

Immediately, all the moving curse spirits stopped, and countless golden threads continuously overflowed from my body, and quickly pierced into the curse spirit's body.

After the gold thread was buried, the curse spirits acted again like dolls being wound up, and consciously lined up in three rows under the instructions of the gold thread.

"You go to the number." I commanded.

The black mud boss, the tentacle second child and the campus mantra obediently stepped forward, took the work clothes specially made by the company I arranged and put them on. Each shirt has a code on it. Currently, there are 13844 well-managed mantras in Kawasaki City. So today's numbering starts at 13845.

"Ow, ooh—!"

An undisciplined curse spirit cursed and wanted to tear off his overalls, but the black mud boss pushed him back into the team with a heavy hammer, but the curse spirit was still noisy.

I kicked it out of the team with one kick, and hung it up with a golden thread. The curse spirit was suspended in the air and immediately became quiet, like a piece of dried bacon that had lost its dreams.

"Continue." I looked at the team.

The curse spirits with eyes in the team shrank their heads immediately, and obediently took the overalls from the black mud boss and the others one by one.

After each of the new spell spirits put on their overalls, I nodded in satisfaction and gave orders again, "Now, take them to the training base."

In order to facilitate management, I also built a training base and a training camp on the basis of the original bag/leather company.

Although the black mud bosses took actions to restrain them from the beginning, the damage caused by some special-level spell spirits has not yet been repaired.

Collapsed buildings, potholed streets, broken water pipes... and a whole lot of stuff that needs to be done.But in this chaotic situation, the inactive neon government naturally has no time to pay attention to small places like Kawasaki City.

So I communicated with the Kawasaki City/Government in the name of the company and built a training base to teach the mantra to perform restoration work.

There are 17 new spell spirits today, and my maintenance team has grown a little bit more!

When I came to the training base, the door of face recognition opened, and Sugiyama Jun bowed to me respectfully.

According to my inspection arrangement, the Sun Moon Club currently has five executives as the management team to coordinate affairs, and the person in charge of the training base is Sugiyama Jun in front of me.

It is reasonable to say that ordinary people cannot see the curse spirit, but after a long period of contact, very few ordinary people can also see the outline of some curse spirits, Sugiyama Toshi is one of them.

After putting on the special work clothes, the body of the curse spirit will become the shell of an ordinary human being, but in the eyes of Sugiyama Jun, the 17 honest middle-aged people are all a group of strange black silhouettes.

But he had already accepted it, and now he took over the curse spirit from me without changing his face, and let the staff lead them to each room.

The training base consists of rows of one-story rooms. The entire base is divided into six areas: transportation, communication, electricity, water conservancy, and restoration. The rooms in each area are also posted with instructions for different specific tasks.

Mantra spirits don't need to rest, so ordinary mantra spirits will sleep directly in the room in charge, and continue to study after the employees dug from the government/government and recruited by the company are in place the next day.

However, under the blessing of the golden thread, the intelligence and force of the curse spirit will gradually increase, and some emotions of competition and comparison will also arise.

Therefore, there is also a dormitory in the training base, which is specially prepared for the top 10 outstanding students. Each room will select three outstanding students every month, and put their numbers on the honor roll made of pure gold.

Mantra spirits with perfect intelligence will also choose their own names, and work hard to get their names on the honor roll.

Seeing that the new spell spirits are all engaged in learning, I am satisfied and ready to leave the base.

"President." Sugiyama Jun called me to stop.

I raised my eyebrows suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Sugiyama Jun showed a gentle smile, "It's nothing, I have summed up the work situation this week, I want to report to you, when is it convenient for you?"

"Report..." I rubbed my nose, feeling somewhat resistant.

Sugiyama Jun is the one with the most outstanding ability in the entire management team, but also the most fanatical one.

Since my appearance, his fanaticism has not diminished but increased. He once wanted to set up a giant headshot of me in Kawasaki City, and then conquer the entire Neon step by step, completely turning the Sun Moon God Sect into the state religion of Neon.

Under my repeated education, his movements finally restrained, but I know he still retains his ambition!

The evidence is my enlarged life-sized stone statue standing in the central square of the training base!

Takeuchi also reported to me that Toshi Sugiyama wanted to turn it into gold at first!

Let me go Sugiyama Jun, I am a shameless mountain god!

I coughed pretendingly, "Just report to Takeuchi. I'm busy these days and I don't have time. Don't worry, I'll take a good look."

"Okay...you go slowly." Sugiyama Jun immediately put on a dejected expression.

I turned around and ran away without stopping.

There is naturally another place for the curse spirits who are carried in the air, and the training camp is a place specially created for this group of thorns.

Different from the management of the training base, the control of the training camp is close to that of a prison, stricter and more closed.

"Take it to the dark room and lock it up for a few days."

I threw the curse spirits on the ground, and I have always been cruel to the curse spirits who were not able to put into production properly and deliberately sabotaged them.

The trainer took the mantra down, and I went to the big playground to watch the mantra training.

The priority for these thorns is to obey the arrangement, and the IQ of the thorns is generally low, and only with the blessing of the gold thread can they accept some ordinary instructions.

At this moment, I watched without changing my face as the trainer on the playground asked the mantra to repeat the movements of walking in unison, running and passing sticks.

"One-two! One-two! One-two!"

The trainer shouted slogans loudly, and under repeated training, each spell spirit gave instructions like a frustrated puppet.

"Snapped!"

The wooden stick was slammed on the ground, and a spiky head lay down on the spot, rolling like the old man Pengci on TV, and yelled, "Bugan! Bugan! Fuck!"

good!Very rebellious!

I was about to go up and personally lead him to realize the truth, goodness and beauty of the world, and the special staff of the training camp had already dealt with it.

Seeing that the indicator light on Manu Ling's clothes turned red, Manu Ling immediately twitched violently, then calmed down and pretended to be the dead body without moving.

"President!" Yamano Kouki shouted and bowed to me energetically.

I nodded and pointed to him to take the rebellious curse spirit down.

A stretcher was arranged to be sent, and the trainer skillfully put the rebellious spell spirit on the stretcher and carried it away.

"Is the curse spirit in the black room not making trouble?" I asked with concern.

The black room is not like a small black room. After all, the curse spirit is not afraid of the dark. It is composed of the barrier I set up. It looks the same as an ordinary hardcore room, but in fact there is a mystery inside.

After the mantra is locked inside, the sensory perception and IQ will be magnified under the blessing, so that the mana spirit will have the feeling of loneliness, emptiness and madness of ordinary prisoners in the small black room.

And the black room is also set up in the release area. The release area is an area prepared for good-natured spell spirits. Watching other spell spirits play happily, the banned spell spirits will suffer serious comparative damage.

A set can be described as shrimp and pig heart!

Therefore, the curse spirits who come out of the dark room will often correct their mistakes honestly.

"There are no special circumstances." Yamano Guanghui said

I nodded, and left with the boss, the second child and the campus curse spirit.

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