Beside the sports field of the previous school, a shabby god in a tracksuit held a can of spray paint, spraying his name and contact details in bright red behind an iron storage shed, advertising his out-of-town running errands service.

Completely ignoring the contents on the sign not far behind him —

"No graffiti allowed."

Of course, it's hard to say whether he violated the rules or not, since this situation is like Schrödinger's cat, with an unknown outcome of life or death. No matter how you put it, Yato might be down-and-out, but he is still one of the immense group of "eight million gods."

——Although being at the bottom, dragging the group down, he still doesn't belong to a form of existence that mortals can easily understand.

Not everyone can see him, and not everyone can see his messages. Whether it's posting small ads everywhere, distributing low-quality flyers or business cards, or now spray-painting graffiti promotions while ignoring prohibitions, it's all the same.

If those people can't see his graffiti, it's equivalent to him not breaking the rules or making a mess with graffiti.

Well, there's no problem with that logic.

After skillfully finishing the graffiti ad, the disgraceful and worthless god in a tracksuit sighed and frowned, walked to the resting bench over there, sat down, leaned on the bench's backrest, and felt extraordinarily drained of heart power.

Just a while ago, he had triumphantly completed a task, removing a demon born from accumulated tension due to the approaching exam season in this school, successfully earning five yen of incense money.

Likewise, not long ago, after finishing that task, Ban Ying, the gentle woman previously in a kimono, had submitted her resignation and directly ran away...

Now he has become alone, called a god, but doesn't even have a divine artifact on hand, which is no different from being unarmed.

Of course, he's not really bothered by this, since he and Ban Ying weren't partners for long, just three months really, and they hadn't formed any comradeship or deep feelings. He had long been used to this.

What truly distressed Yato was the reason Ban Ying gave for her resignation.

——Traveling around with an anonymous little god who doesn't even have a shrine was something she couldn't physiologically accept...

At that time, she pretended to cry, but wasn't he the one who wanted to cry the most? Thinking of Ban Ying's pretense of sobbing and feeling wronged in order to successfully resign, Yato felt his heart sink and turned cold, as if he had no feelings himself!

Moreover, he has always been striving to own a shrine, doesn't she know that in these three months?!

By continuing to strive together, there would definitely be a shrine, it just required a little more time and a little more persistence…

Thinking of this, the young man in the tracksuit unzipped his tracksuit, directly taking out a large beer bottle from the collar that showed no curves, no one knew how it was concealed on his body, as it was completely undetectable from the outside.

"It's just this little… totally not enough to build a shrine."

Looking at the dark green beer bottle filled more than halfway with coins, Yato shook it slightly and sighed once again.

At a glance, it seemed like a lot, but each one inside was a five-yen coin. Considering that he could earn one coin for each completed task, having accumulated this much to fill most of a beer bottle, Yato had been quite diligent. But the obvious issue was that such a small amount of incense money wasn't enough to build a shrine.

Indeed, just like no matter how hard a worker tries, their salary never catches up with the cost of living, with such a small amount of money, it might not even be enough to set up a restroom.

So, even from his life scale unimaginable to humans, building a shrine remains a very distant goal.

As for why not raise the service fee —

Yato had thought about it too, after all, labor costs are expensive in this age, and he, a god dispatched on errands, charges only five yen every time no matter how much he runs around, which was ridiculously cheap. Raising the service fee could be reasonable; raising it to ten yen once would directly double efficiency, more would mean instant takeoff.

However —

Although the money isn't much, the reason he designed it this way was primarily to create a connection, because "five yen" in this country's language sounds like "fate," so even when most people don't believe in him, as long as he completes a task and charges a fee, he can collect incense money in this indirect way, equivalent to receiving offerings from believers.

If not for this, Yato himself would want to raise the fee standard, but unfortunately, compared to the long-term major task of establishing a shrine, he also has short-term goals, which are very important: to maintain his own existence by collecting this meager incense.

Otherwise, it's likely that without collecting enough funds to build a shrine, he'd disappear from this world due to issues of faith.

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