Chapter 9: Shirou Decides to Make a Big Splash in Orario
Loki, who had plunged straight into excitement, could no longer listen to any explanations at all, leaving Shirou with no choice but to give a gentle shake of his head.
"Fine, just think of me as one."
After all, he truly possessed a reservoir of divine power, as well as the authorities of several chief deities from Greek mythology. On top of that, the divine power he had usurped from the Last King was as massive as the entire Greek pantheon aggregated together.
Besides, if he were to explain that all this divine power had been plundered from those gods back when he was a Godslayer, just how terrified would this bunch of gods—who were even more playful than children—in "Orario" become?
As for the deities wandering about the streets, upon hearing Loki's voice, they successively wore expressions of surprise, and, having had their curiosity piqued, began drawing closer one after another.
"Aside from Genkai and the heavens, are there actually other worlds out there?"
"A god from another world... This is fantastic, I feel like something interesting is about to happen!"
"Move aside, everyone, I'm going to be the first to make friends with the god from another world!"
"Me first, me first!"
"I was clearly here first!"
A sight rarely seen on ordinary days—a crowd of deities fighting over it like they were rushing to a bazaar, with some even coming to blows over who arrived first.
Gods who had sealed their own divine power were no different from ordinary mortals down in Genkai; when they fought, it looked just like a street brawl between hoodlums, lacking both a sense of exhilaration and any aesthetic beauty of combat.
The news regarding the "god from another world" quickly swept across "Orario." Among the deities, adventurers, residents, and merchants alike, intensely heated discussions began to swirl around the matter.
The entire labyrinth city of "Orario" was wrapped up in this explosive piece of information.
And for the gods, this was undoubtedly the most entertaining thing imaginable.
One could tell from the fact that they were willing to seal their divine power, come down to Genkai, share trials and tribulations with mortals, and seek enjoyment—these deities, who had grown close to turning to stone from sheer boredom over tens of thousands of years, had an immense yearning for anything interesting.
Consequently, the deities who came drawn by his reputation practically surrounded the house where Shirou was temporarily staying within the [Loki Familia].
There were also plenty of other people who felt curious about this, but aside from the gods, anyone else trying to push their way in was turned away at the door.
Shirou was truly running out of patience with these enthusiastic deities. After all, they harbored no malicious intent; they merely wanted Shirou to tell them stories about other worlds. Listening to a story once in a while was acceptable, but having them show up every single day waiting to listen grew somewhat annoying no matter how you looked at it.
Only after he finally made an arrangement with these gods to tell a story once a week did they reluctantly depart with lingering affection.
The next day, Shirou, walking through the bustling, lively streets teeming with people, fell into deep thought.
"It's about time to stir up some action."
To seize control of a world more effortlessly, one needed to shift the center of gravity of that world toward oneself—in other words, to focus the leading center of all major events onto him.
Such a task was actually quite simple for Shirou.
Force, commerce, entertainment... No matter which sector he chose, there was plenty of room for excellent development.
Strictly speaking, the fastest way would be to bully the gods one by one; that would definitely cause a sensation across the world.
However, given that the deities were all relatively friendly, Shirou dismissed that notion.
Apart from that, the methods remained diverse. For instance, he could enter the blacksmithing trade and, with overwhelming product quality for his magical weapons, completely crush and drive all craftsmen out of business—not even the most prestigious Hephaestus Familia among them would be spared.
The culinary path was also a good choice, using the diverse array of gourmet dishes already developed on Earth to train and conquer everyone's stomachs, turning these people entirely into shapes molded by Shirou's cooking.
There were still many other methods, too numerous to list one by one.
A new world—no matter where you looked, it was full of interesting things.
"How about trying out every single trade?" Shirou muttered, resting his chin on his hand. "Though if I do that, I'll need quite a bit of manpower, and I'll also have to cultivate reliable subordinates."
Even though he wasn't a person of this world, it was entirely possible for Shirou to cultivate a familia.
A god granting mortals the power to step into the transcendent realm—that was the "Falna."
It shared a similar function with cultivating subordinates like the "Young Men," but in terms of efficacy, it was considerably weaker.
After all, the "Young Men" involved injecting divine power directly into subordinates to grant them divinity, and the sheer magnitude of their strength naturally could not be compared on the same level as "adventurers."
"I'll scout around when I have some spare time. By the way, would putting up a recruitment notice actually work...?"
As Shirou was pondering, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of a figure quite familiar in his memory.
It was a girl with blue eyes and black twin-tails. Her appearance and physique were petite enough to live up to the name of the "Loli Goddess," yet she possessed ample assets up top that her blouse struggled mightily to contain.
The blue ribbon tied around her was a strikingly noticeable trait.
As a goddess who had only recently descended to Genkai, Hestia was currently being kicked out of a massive, volcano-like structure.
The crystal-clear sound of a hammer ringing out echoed from inside the building, letting passersby instantly realize that this was a place where equipment was forged.
Standing at the doorway of the building, a goddess with fiery red hair—the "Blacksmith Goddess" Hephaestus—was driving the black-twin-tailed girl out with a stern expression.
"Enough, I can't tolerate you anymore, Hestia!"
"Waaah, don't be like that! Let me stay a little longer, I'll find a familia real soon!"
The one being booted out the front doors was undoubtedly Hestia.
Meanwhile, Hephaestus's face wore a look of helplessness mixed with anger.
"I kindly let you stay temporarily because you just descended to Genkai, Hestia, but what do you do? You don't do a single thing, spending all day lazing around in my home eating and drinking for free without the slightest intention of trying!"
"I... Hephaestus..."
Hestia still wanted to make excuses to her good friend, but it was clear Hephaestus no longer wanted to listen.
"Your days of leisure are over, Hestia! Go out there and properly experience the harsh life of Genkai! Don't you ever think about stepping through my front door again!"
Accompanied by this harsh sentence of expulsion, Hephaestus turned around unmercifully and walked back inside the house.
Thud!
The sound of the closing door made Hestia's shoulders flinch in a start.
"Wuuu... Now I'm really going to be sleeping on the streets..."
Having arrived in Genkai not long ago, Hestia didn't understand why her good friend Hephaestus had flown into such a massive rage.
After all, back in the heavens, leaving her home for several months—let alone several years, decades, or even centuries—was entirely normal for the deities.
Even though she still retained the habits accumulated during her time in heaven, Hestia could still clearly sense that her friend Hephaestus was genuinely angry.
Hello Everyone sorry for the wait but as an apology there is a New Fanfiction!
Emiya Shiro's Journey to World's No. 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer
After replacing the original Emiya Shirou in the fire, with a body created by mud and similar to her older sister Illya, she chose to become the Hero of Justice, Archer Mumei, but at the end of the road, she didn't accept the contract of Alaya.
But it wasn't the end of her existence, as she transmigrated into a world of curses.
"What a rare talent. Exorcising a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit by using a cursed technique unconsciously?"
In the blazing fire of a rainy night, a stitched-face woman who happened to be passing by found...
the young girl who had collapsed beside the corpse of the Cursed Spirit that killed her village.
"What is your name? I am Kenjaku. How about following me from now on?"
"Emiya Shiro."
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