Yato thought to himself mockingly.

"Alright…" Ichijima Hiyori sighed. As the temporary divine artifact, Yato also told her about the risks he might face recently, mainly regarding the strongest Martial God chasing him. Therefore, the girl could somewhat understand that Yato currently could only adopt a conservative strategy.

Refocusing her attention, she looked at the quietly seated God opposite her and found that the other was contemplating something. Then she blinked her eyes, suddenly thinking of a question:

"Eh, why was Lord Mo immediately noticed just now?"

"What's so strange about that? You see, I just said a word, and immediately the waiter noticed me…"

Yato lazily laid on the table, waiting for the food, showing a completely indifferent attitude about it, "Speaking itself is not the point; the point is that I wanted her to notice me, not to overlook my existence. As long as I can attract her attention, there are many ways to do it."

Making a sound, making eye contact up close, patting the other person's shoulder, or being the first to walk through the door… there are many different ways to actively reveal one's presence and catch others' attention. It's not that one is unseen, but that they are seen yet unnoticed.

The natural transition at the boundary between psychological blind spots and cognition only requires simply changing oneself from "unnoticeable" to "somewhat special." Naturally, it breaks the state of balance and changes everything.

"Oh, I see…" Ichijima Hiyori nodded as if she understood, yet she still seemed a bit confused.

Gu Mo didn't actively say anything but secretly gave Yato a thumbs-up, praising him silently for a great assist… Basically, it's like when some things form preconceived recognition, many things don't need explanations as others will help fill the gaps actively.

"Um, Lord Mo, I have something I want to ask you…"

Following a brief silence, the girl organized her language a little and opened her mouth nervously.

"Hmm, what do you want to ask?" Gu Mo nodded noncommittally.

"It's about the previous incident—"

Ichijima Hiyori took a deep breath, preparing to muster all her courage to express her doubts and unease, in addition to making her request.

Ring, ring, ring—

But at this moment, an untimely loud bell interrupted her just-started topic.

Yato's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled out his phone like lightning. The moment he answered, he habitually burst into a rapid-fire self-promotional slogan: "Moshi moshi, thank you for choosing this God. No matter what wishes you have, this God is definitely your best choice, cheap, fast, and reliable…"

"Hey…" Ichijima Hiyori was choked and then looked dissatisfiedly at the young man who appeared down-and-out.

"Shh! Don't speak, finally, the commission has come. I have to go first, we'll talk later…" Yato waved his hand repeatedly at her, and his figure suddenly became blurred, like the wind blowing over an orderly wheat field, stirring up the ripples of wheat waves.

He was indeed very dedicated, instantly wanting to teleport over the moment he received the commission.

"Are you kidding, can't you wait a bit?" Ichijima Hiyori's eyes widened.

Meanwhile, Gu Mo on the side suddenly felt invigorated.

Here it comes!

The plan was going smoothly, smoother than expected. This should be the Celestial God commissioning, and he could succeed in reaching the other's domain by following, then start the reporting plan — indeed, he had decided to report Yato's father, which was the best choice.

The High Celestial Plain had always seen the Puppet Demon Mage who could control Masked Demons as taboo, relentlessly cracking down — and under such circumstances, Yato's father always skulked away, living well; admittedly extraordinary, perhaps there are some hidden reasons within.

But Gu Mo, after compiling the information he had, still made the same decision.

Because the policy of the High Celestial Plain in this regard is non-negotiable, an absolute rule laid out openly, so even if Yato's father has connections in high places or if someone intentionally turns a blind eye, all these can only happen in secret, never openly.

So, just reporting should be sufficient. If this matter stirs up, then regardless of anyone's schemes, it will forcefully surface to be addressed, even if Amaterasu protects them—firmly targeting the Puppet Demon Mage was her stand, impossible to change once revealed.

Even taking a step back, should such an absurd event really unfold, reaching a shock in the High Celestial Plain, "the Heaven" choosing to harm its own authority rather than dealing with Yato's father—

Then, it's still fine…

Regardless of where it heads, this will be a mighty disruption to the established plot, where Gu Mo can score big, muddying the waters; even if he becomes a thorn in some mighty God's side, he can pat himself clean and walk away anytime… The situation at the exit of this scenario isn't as tricky as the previous one; it poses zero stress for him.

Meaning, no matter what, either Yato's father directly gets pummeled by his chaotic punches, or the High Celestial Plain gets forced into making a decision, creating a massive upheaval; either way, he's sure to benefit massively.

Why hesitate then—not reporting, wouldn't I be insane!

"Hey! Wait for me!!" Ichijima Hiyori watched Yato's figure blur, instinctively stood up, trying to reach out and grab him.

"Yeah, after finishing this meal first might be okay too…" Meanwhile, the side-sitting Gu Mo quietly extended his hand, seemingly advising, but actually, he also strategically placed his hand on Yato, ready to hitch a ride on his teleportation.

The next moment, their vision blurred, and the scene changed entirely.

The group found themselves in a lush, verdant forest.

Wait, forest? Shouldn't it be a mist-enshrouded, mysterious, solemn, and majestic shrine? Gu Mo felt something went slightly amiss with his plan, pausing as he noticed the scene before him.

"Haha, so easily lured out, truly disgraceful…"

An icy tone, speaking such words was a blonde woman wearing a black hat, a jacket and skirt, with black over-the-knee heeled boots. She stood heroically waiting upfront, by her side quietly sat a gigantic lion.

"Visakha… it's you." Yato tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He felt exceptionally annoyed, very careless indeed… But, no choice; rushing into action at the first sign of a commission was already muscle memory linked to his body, they utilized this exactly—and how despicable, couldn't they see how hurtful that is?

Darn.

Meanwhile, Gu Mo lowered his head, extending his palm, fingers covering his face, sighing deeply from the heart…

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