I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

Musashi woke up tired, forgetting today's date and not looking at the time.

The closed curtains completely cut him off from the outside world.

Once upon a time, that young man full of dreams and passion plunged from the countryside into the prosperous city, dreaming of transforming into a dragon and traveling across the world.

The ending is like sardines in a can, clearly arranged.

Musashi no longer dreams, he just longs for a weekly break without any changes.

He doesn't need to bow to his superiors, nor does he need to pay for the troubles caused by his younger generation.

You can open a beer and sit down as if you don't recognize your relatives.

Even though experts say that drinking alcohol on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for your health, do you still need to be controlled by those experts if you live such a miserable life?

Musashi took a sip of beer, his body shivered from the cold, and he felt satisfied. He started chewing bread again and took out his mobile phone.

Watching short videos on YouTube is his only pastime. By immersing himself in the wonderful lives of bloggers, he injects himself with the motivation to survive, lest he want to get a rooftop one-day tour experience card one day.

"Special hell training for the blonde miko?"

Musashi often watches videos from extraordinary bloggers, so YouTube will push such videos from time to time.

But he is a hard-core transcendent. He wears a peacock mask on the cover with blond hair and twin tails. Obviously, it has nothing to do with hard-core. In all likelihood, it is the kind of short video that sells meat.

There are also women in the world who are not afraid of death. After learning a little bit, they dare to claim to be extraordinary bloggers.

Or they haven’t learned anything about it, they rely on special effects and acting to pretend they are extraordinary bloggers, go around posing for photos, and then encounter a real monster and bite off their upper body.

This is not alarmist.

There was an unlucky female blogger last month, and Musashi was in that live broadcast room at the time.

The woman touched her thigh with a coquettish look on her face, showing off how strong her legs were. She could kill an elephant with one kick.

The next second, the person was left with only two legs. The ferociousness of the monster and the bloody scene really shocked the entire live broadcast room.

We must criticize this type of blogger. Musashi clicked on the video and there were no ads. It is obvious that the number of subscribers is less than 1,000 or the playback volume has not reached 4,000 hours.

"Hi, I am Nohara, a new blogger. I am an extraordinary person myself. This video is mainly about popularizing extraordinary science..."

What appeared on the screen was not a blond miko with a peacock mask, but a young man with black hair. His appearance reminded Musashi of his younger self. He could only be described as handsome. He was dressed in white clothes and pants and looked sunny. boy.

Where is the promised blond miko?

Musashi was stunned for a moment, and continued eating bread without changing to the next video. The entire video lasted only five minutes, so he didn't waste much time.

"...Alright, let's get down to the main topic today. Let's invite the Rose Knight to appear."

"She's obviously a miko. What kind of knight do you call her?"

Musashi complained, and then his eyes lit up. The blonde miko on the cover appeared, with twin tails and an emerald green peacock mask, which highlighted the whiteness of her skin.

Those amber peach blossom eyes seemed to be firing towards him, his heart was pounding faster, and he looked at the comment section below.

"So beautiful." "Miss Miko, please come on." "The Rose Knight is great, but I prefer the energetic Sun Knight." "Only children make choices. I like all three."

"The people downstairs are too superficial. If I say it, even bloggers wearing women's clothing can accept it."

This comment made Musashi take a sip of wine to calm down. Human's quirks are indeed endless.

"Hello everyone, I am Rose Knight. I am very happy to explain to you the daily training of beheading. Please look at the training ground behind me."

The video was shaking, and it was obviously not shot by a professional. Musashi saw iron spiked balls hanging there, densely packed like a forest.

"The art of beheading focuses more on character than technique. You cannot become famous without the decisiveness of rushing towards the enemy without sacrificing your life. The same is true in real life. I hope everyone can overcome obstacles and not be afraid of difficulties."

Musashi fell silent and wanted to taunt loudly, but he saw this man rushing into the forest of iron spiked balls without hesitation.

One by one, the iron spiked balls began to sway, and the sharp spikes reflected the sunlight, releasing the unique cold color of metal, which made people feel painful just looking at it.

"This little girl is so amazing."

Musashi's eyes widened. This was something he didn't have the courage to do. Listening to the tinkling sound in the video, he quickly liked and subscribed to this blogger.

…

The increase in subscribers is definitely a happy event for a 100% new blogger like Shiraishi. There is no need to add too many subscribers. A few a day will make his mood happy that day.

He didn't leave out any messages in the comment area and replied to every one.

"I also think they are so beautiful." "Thank you very much for the compliment, but it is impossible for me to dress up as a woman."

He would always reply to words like this near noon, enjoying the feeling of an emperor reviewing memorials and the step-by-step process of making money.

For Shiraishi, the process is more important than the result.

Of course, this does not mean that as long as there is a process, it does not matter whether there are results or not.

In his eyes, if there is no good result, then the arduous process will remain difficult and meaningless.

Only good results can make the hard process sweet and meaningful.

Currently, there are 366 people subscribing to him, and it is expected to reach 1,000 subscriptions in early June.

If there is a viral video in the middle, maybe we can meet that requirement in one day.

The question is how to make a viral video?

Shiraishi fell into thought.

…

The next day.

Shiraishi turned over and let the other side of his body meet the sunlight. His expression was very distressed. He couldn't even think of anything to shoot, let alone a short video that went viral.

You can't take pictures of their practice every day.

Netizens like to watch it, but he has no motivation to take pictures.

"Hey, what should we take a picture of?" Shiraishi murmured, and asked the three of them to change into basketball clothes and sing and dance?

Imagining them learning that scene, Shiraishi thought it was pretty good.

But he is not a blogger on the singing and dancing channel.

"Lord God."

A soft call.

Shiraishi turned over again and looked at the girl outside the corridor. She was too close and couldn't see her face. Listening to the soft voice, she could still tell who it was, "Komori, what's the matter with you?"

"This is the beer that Mrs. Inoue gave you. She also asked you to buy it when you have time. She hasn't seen you for a long time."

Jun Komori took out a cold beer can from the bag, his white fingers contrasting sharply with the brown can.

Shiraishi caught the beer can and asked casually: "Speaking of which, you have been here for a while, do you want to go home and have a look?"

"Hey, no need, my current level is not enough."

Komori Jun quickly shook his head and refused.

Shiraishi said in a deep voice: "Komori, don't think of practicing as an escape. After making lunch, go home and check on your sister."