章節 237: Saving my first Apostle. (Part 1)
After an hour, both Hanako and I woke up. I lean over and kiss her. She smiles, and I whisper to her.
"You should pack the clothes you want and the things you wish to bring along as you will return to the US with us. I have your paperwork, and now you can live in the US with me."
She nodded and began to pack as I pulled out my phone, calling Yawen and telling her to help Hanako. She said she would be right there, and I watched Hanako humming a song as she packed clothes. She started going through what she wanted, but this would take more than a day, so I let her stay here and ensured no one who wished her harm could get near the house.
Yawen arrived in half an hour, and I told her to stay with me as I planned to finish the business with the man who wished her harm. I didn't want her to be left alone, as they had four SUVs of guards. I know Yawen will take care of her, as I trust her. She smiles and nods in a small voice before asking for a kiss. I lean down and kiss her, making her moan as my lips touch hers.
I pull back and whisper to her.
"I will enjoy my time with you when I return to the hotel. Be ready, as I plan to ensure you can't walk tomorrow."
I slap her ass, making her yelp as she blushes like a little girl in love. I love my life; after all, being a god is fantastic. I can do whatever the fuck I want and get whatever I want. I leave the house, fade into the night, show up in a back alley, and head to a club. Yakuza own this area, and I draw their attention as a foreigner. I make my way to a building that's in an older style. A big wooden door stands before me as a group of armed Yakuza come out, and one of them is about to speak. But I don't give a fuck about talking to them, so I make all of them explode as I kick the giant wooden doors down.
This scares everyone in the building as it's an old school whore house with gardens and shit, I enter the front courtyard, and I can hear people yelling, saying they can't move as I see the madam of this place in the front courtyard with some girls and businessman and other people that look important. Still, I don't care who they are. As I walk towards them, with every step I take, the force becomes stronger on them until they are forced to the ground.
I stop in front of the madam of this place and squat down, speaking.
"You may lift your head, Natsuki Shimizu. Please guide me to Noda Yamamoto. I am here to kill him."
She looked up at my smiling face, but it wasn't warm. It was a blood-chilling smile on a divine face, and it brought her great fear as her body began to shake uncontrollably. She nodded her head, and I released the pressure on her, letting her stand as she looked at the girls. I sighed, releasing the pressure on them as they lifted their heads to see the man who had been speaking, making them blush when they laid eyes on me.
"You ladies lead the way and don't think of running."
They nodded and began to lead the way as their breathing was labored, a mix of arousal and fear in my company. We get to the central courtyard, where a party is being held for Noda's great-grandfather's 90th birthday. It had so many people. As we entered, the room became quiet as they had been freaking out as they couldn't move for a while.
"Ladies, stand there and don't move."
They nodded and didn't say a word as I looked around: naked women and drinks as well as drugs and a white kid tied up in front of the prominent people. He had been beaten pretty badly as a woman was sitting on the 90-year-old man's cock as I began to walk, as a guard began to speak up.
"WH-"
Before he could finish, I exploded his body, covering me with flesh as I looked straight at Noda's father, the head of the group. I walked down the stairs, breaking the stone steps beneath me with every step. The white kid looks over at me with his non-swollen eye. I walk over to him and speak.
"Kid, where are your parents? And why are you like this?"
His eye made a quick movement towards the woman sitting on the old fucks dick. She has shitty taste in men if she is willing to let that old fuck stick his dick in her.
"Answer me."
The kid bit his lip and began to speak. His mother died when he was three, and his father remarried when he was 12 to the woman on the old man. His father died two years ago from cancer, and he was 16 years old as of this year. Apparently, Nobas's father liked his stepmother and her daughters, as three other women were around her, ages 21 to 16. His sisters, apparently, Noda's father, drugged his stepmother and raped her, getting her addicted to drugs and getting her to sell out her daughters. When he tried to save his younger sister, I looked over at a girl around his age crying on the ground with blood on her inner thighs.
"Boy, I want you to become my first Apostle."
"My name is Timothy Rockefeller, and I am the new God of this world. I will give you the power and abilities to make my dream real."
A Japanese man began to laugh as he heard that. Noda, your ego is what brings you your death.
"Noda, I advise you to shut up, or I am going to kill you sooner than I am planning to."
After I said that, the man stopped laughing, and his face became cold. His father and grandfather, along with the old fuck narrowed their eyes, as this man that makes them unable to move is hostile to their family.
"Boy, what's your name, and are you willing to be my Apostle?"
The kid looked at me with one eye as everyone in the room, including his stepmother and stepsisters, was waiting to hear his answer, as this could decide their fate. The only one who would be saved is the youngest, as the hell they just put him through is going to bite them in the ass in some way.
"James Creedmoor, what is your dream before I answer?"
I break out of a happy laugh.
"It's simple to breed all other males but the white males out of existence by making all the females only love white me."
Everyone is stunned as I say things, and James asks why.
"Why would you do that?"
I smiled and answered.
"Simple, the only men that can truly love women are white men. I mean, just look around at these fake males, nothing but rapists and sick fucks. Every one of them has taken pleasure in the suffering of a woman at least once. Shit, most of them have done it so many times that even the devil would be sick of them. They are failures, and you fight against people you could never beat because you loved your sister and not as a brother."
I continued as his sister looked at him. She stopped crying because she didn't know why he was fighting so hard for her. She didn't treat him like a brother when they weren't even blood, and he still loved her. With all the hell she put him through. She blushed a little.
"All you have to do is spread your seed throughout Japan. The more kids you have, I shall reward you with a million dollars a year for every child you make with a Japanese girl. And ever male offspring, I will reward you 10 million. And if you bring more White males that live in Japan to answer this holy crusade to free women from the pain of other males, I will reward you 100 million. This way is better than killing, is it not?"
He looks at me and weighs the pros and cons before finally speaking.
"I agree."
I smile and clap my hands happily. As I bring my hands together and lift them into the air before pulling them apart, a beam of light descends from the sky and lands on him. He feels his body become more muscular and his mind clearer as the ropes that bind him break. His hair becomes blond, and his eyes change to blue. He's not as blond as me, and his eyes are a lighter blue.
The light fades, and he stands taller. His body is built way better than before the peak of human ability. He can attract women with no problem if no one with the same or stronger ability is around him. He is more intelligent than any human and stronger than any human. He can make any woman pregnant with no problem. Like me when I had the system, but he won't be able to become a god.
"Shall we kill all the males here and enjoy the women? After all, I am usually against hurting women unless they deserve it, and watching you suffer makes them deserving of suffering in return. If you don't want to suffer, you shouldn't ignore someone else's suffering. That means you don't care, which makes me not care if you suffer; you get what I mean."
The women and men start to get scared. A lady that doesn't work her spoke up.
"If we said something, we would have been hurt. You can't judge us for not wanting to die."
"Then you should bear this suffering in return and take it like you thought he should. After all, you didn't help him, so why should we care if you don't care."
"Two wrongs don't make a right."
Another woman spoke.
"It's not about being right, dumbass; it's about playing by the same rules. Do not force rules on someone if you're unwilling to follow them. If you know what was happening to him was wrong and did nothing out of fear, then you should bear the same fate and suffer in silence as that's what you forced onto him. Your silence is just as much as wrong as what the dumb fucks from the Yamamoto family. Meaning this is the third wrong, not the second, so your saying doesn't mean shit here."
She became quiet as she couldn't retort that.
James was looking at his body, feeling the power, the vitality, the sexual drive. He felt like a god and knew he had picked the right path, as James could save the girl he loved. Even if he had to bed more women, he didn't have a problem with that, as Timothy makes a lot of sense. If only one kind of male exists, wars and suffering will significantly decrease. As egos clash against different groups, the males of those groups always fight. If only one type of male existed, it would cut at least 75% of suffering.
He looked at his stepmother, and Noda's father began to shake as he smiled at them; he only blamed his stepmother, Noda's father, and family. His two other stepsisters did try to speak up at first but were forced to take drugs, making them unable to speak after that as they were high.
He walks over to Noda's father and makes his hand into a fist, throwing a punch at his chest, making his arm go through his chest as everyone screams at this site. He pulls his arm out of his chest and looks at it in shock; he barely uses any power as he turns around and looks at his God in shock.
"I told you, becoming my Apostle has its gifts. No human or human weapon can hurt you now. In simple terms, you are a demi-god without the divinity aspect, as only those chosen from existence can get that; not even I can give it."
James smiles as he walks over to his youngest stepsister and wipes her tears away before kissing her, making her hug him. As she cries in his arms, I look at them, and it fills me with joy as love blooms. James is going to be a good Apostle; he was willing to die for his love, and that's a vital thing most people won't do.
I walk over to them as I begin to speak.
"Young lady, I hope you don't have a problem with him having more women. As that will be a problem."
She wiped her tears away as she began to shake her head from side to side.
"I don't have a problem with him having more girls, as that's the price he had to pay to protect me and save me. I would be ungrateful for all the pain he went through for me."
She is a good girl. I nodded and smiled at them before turning my eyes to Noda, whose face was pale. I licked my lips as it was time for fun, too.
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