The Island Nation's Pantheon, Played to Death

Mitsui's stern expression, combined with his ball-aching words, made the surrounding ministers want to die.

When they looked into the distance, there was truly nothing there. The monsters were gone, Amaterasu had vanished, and even Susanoo was nowhere to be found.

The emotional whiplash hit them so hard their urethras twitched, and they suddenly felt the urge to pee.

"How is this possible? That was Amaterasu, the one who represents the sun!"

Mitsui was truly speechless. Why were his subordinates even worse than pigs? Calling them wise mortals was giving them too much credit. "Can't you see? Can your eyes deceive you? They all turned to ashes in that lightning! What does that mean? It means you were all wrong. They were false gods!"

Watching Mitsui's expression gradually change, the ministers sighed inwardly. His Majesty was about to get fired up again. After all, he was the only one who had been right. Could that divine lightning really have been sent by Dong Re?

At that thought, their calves began to tremble. If that was true, then this heavenly god was terrifying beyond measure.

They were not the only ones unable to accept the reality before them. The people of Kyoto could not believe it either. The gods had been wiped out in an instant, frightening them to the verge of collapse. One after another, they sat on the ground in a daze.

"Mom, wasn't Amaterasu supposed to save us? Wasn't that lightning the wrath of the gods?"

The little bald boy did not understand. If it was divine wrath, why had it destroyed them as well?

His mother had not yet recovered from the shock. "Maybe... maybe there was a mistake!"

In the past, everyone around her would have flown into a rage at that, because screw your mistake.