I want to be the overlord when I transform into Marvel

"You didn't eat it secretly. Who wasted all these tributes?" the woman in clogs screamed harshly.

"I, I...I didn't eat it secretly, and my parents didn't do it on purpose. How about we pay for it?"

My parents work in the foreign trade department of the club, and they received a dividend of 80,000 star coins during the Chinese New Year this year, which is enough to pay for your food." The little girl shouted.

"Humph, is it great to have star coins? This is Takamagahara, the hot spring house of Amaterasu, and the star coins can't be used." The woman in clogs let go of her hands holding her ears and put her hands on her hips.

"Gao Tianyuan? Hot spring house? But we are obviously planning to go back to our hometown in the countryside?" The little girl rubbed her ears and asked strangely.

"Dingle bell!"

The wind chime rang at the door, very suddenly, and a group of black figures whose faces could not be seen occupied the entire street.

They first sniffed the fragrant food, and when they showed a satisfied expression, they wandered towards the thousand-story building on the top of the mountain.

"What are they?" the little girl asked in surprise.

"Alien gods...hey, they are evil spirits who are the source of all evil!"

The woman in clogs pushed the little girl's little head back out of the door and sighed: "There is no other way. You must be punished for stealing the gods' tribute."

"Wow, sister, don't kill my parents, they didn't mean to do it."

The little girl couldn't help but cry anxiously when she saw the two big fat pigs humping around.

"But, they have turned into pigs and cannot go back... Moreover, they must atone for their blasphemy against Amaterasu." The woman in clogs hesitated at first, and then said firmly.

"I helped my parents atone for their sins. Amaterasu is kind. She didn't allow the Neon people to be bullied by the Americans. How could they kill people because of tribute?"

"This...seems to make sense." The woman in clogs hesitated again.

After a while, she first drove the two big fat pigs into the pig pen in the backyard, then turned to the little girl and said, "Come with me to see President Mickey."

"Mom and Dad, don't eat too fat, you will be killed!" The little girl was lying on the railing, shouting at her parents, shouting and crying again.

The main road on the hillside is full of black faceless souls. The woman in wooden clogs is holding the little girl and walking up the hillside through the complicated alleyways.

"What's your name?" asked the woman in clogs.

"My name is Chihiro Ogino, sister, what is your name?"

"Sister, I'm 95 years old, call me Granny Ling." said the woman in clogs.

"95 years old? But you look younger than my mother." Qianxun said in surprise.

"Hey, I am the Holy Spirit on Gaotianyuan. Not to mention regaining my youth, anything I can think of can come true here.

It’s just...well, I was not used to living alone and not working, so I went to work in a soup house." Ling explained.

After climbing up a higher hillside and seeing farther, Qianxun realized that the hillside she had just climbed was not a hill on the grassland, but a small island in the ocean.

In the center of the island is a thousand-story Japanese-style hot spring house. A flag with the word "Soup" is hung on the square in front of the hot house. On the hillside below, there are streets composed of countless food shops, and behind the hot house...

....

At this time, Ling pulled Qianxun and climbed along the cliff at the back to the side door of the soup house.

Entering the side door, Qianxun saw a busy scene. In front of a row of steaming boilers, hundreds of workers with loincloths around their waists and wooden clogs on their feet were sweating and adding coal to the boilers.

"Ah, it's Master Ling!"

"Lord Ling, you are back!"

"Lord Ling, thank you for your hard work."

...

As soon as they saw Ling, the workers stopped what they were doing, showed flattering expressions, and saluted her with the most humble smiles.

But Ling just nodded expressionlessly, holding Qianxun's hand, and walked past them without looking back.

"Oh, that uncle just now was... I once met my father at a cocktail party. He seems to be the chairman of the Yamada Group." Qianxun said in surprise.

"Humph, what is the Yamada Group? There are 300 guys, 125 big chaebols, 73 members of Congress, and the rest are mostly Chinese dignitaries." Ling said calmly.

"But, I heard that Uncle Yamada is dead..." Chihiro said, shrinking her neck.

"I'm dead too. This is Gaotianyuan. Anyone who can come here is dead. It's not easy for you to be able to enter the soup house as a living person." Ling said thoughtfully.

"Can't living people come? My parents...Sister Ling, your hands are also warm and soft, don't they look like ghosts?" Qianxun felt the warmth in her palms and asked doubtfully.

"Your parents were polluted by greed and gluttony, the source of all evil, even before they entered the soup house.

My hand... Alas, I told you a long time ago that I am the Holy Spirit and a believer in Amaterasu!

Forget it, you little brat who doesn’t understand anything, you don’t understand even if you tell me.”

From the outside, the hot spring house looks huge. After entering the inside, Qianxun found that it was like a small city.

After leaving the boiler room, they walked through a long wooden floor corridor and arrived at the main hall.

The soup house has a neon style of the early 20th century that blends classicism and modernity. The spacious hall that can't be seen is filled with dark, faceless people.

They lined up, led by women wearing kimonos and wearing wooden clogs, into the stairs and climbed up in order.

There is a loudspeaker at the top of the stairs, from which shouts such as "The second floor is full" and "There are three spaces available on the 24th floor" are heard from time to time.

There are a lot of black faceless monsters, and there are also a lot of busy neon people running back and forth. The lobby attendants alone are a huge team of 200 people.

When the waitresses saw Ling Hou, they were not as flattering as the boiler workers. They mostly nodded slightly. A few of the leaders also asked about Qianxun-related matters in an equal manner.

"Take her to see President Mickey." Finally, the leading middle-aged woman said.

"I thought so too."

Afterwards, Ling took Qianxun out of the hall and fumbled at the end of the corridor, "Kakaka!"

The smooth wall without any cracks cracked, revealing an elevator inside.

Hold Qianxun and enter the elevator, enter "1000" on the screen, and the elevator will rumble and climb quickly.

"The elevator needs to be hidden, so that lazy people outside who don't want to climb the stairs won't find it," Ling explained.

"Is it a faceless monster?"

"Yes, they are lazy, greedy, cruel... Alas, the evil of the universe has gathered on them. They should have gone to hell, but there is no hell for alien devils.

In order to save them, His Majesty the Merciful Amaterasu must first cleanse himself of his sins." Ling sighed.

"Are all aliens like this?"

"No, just like the people on earth going to hell, the proportion is very small.

Before the aliens are saved, there is a screening mechanism. If their sinfulness reaches a certain standard, they will be sent to the soup house for cleaning."

"It's time to clean them. They are black, smelly, and so dirty." Qianxun wrinkled her nose and said.

"Can you smell it?" Ling was shocked.

She clearly remembered that when Amaterasu came to inspect, he also covered his nose and said that the smell of those things was unbearable.

The key is that, except for Amaterasu, as the Holy Spirit, Mickey, the president, Zhong Kui, etc., don't feel anything at all.

Then, Amaterasu said: Only people with pure souls and certain qualities can use the five senses to perceive conceptual "evil".