Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Has a calamity struck?"

"I don't know, but ten minutes ago, the Disaster issued a challenge to the Tokyo Special Section, threatening to destroy the Bunkyo Special Section within the next week to avenge the dead cadres, and also told me to wash up and wait for him."

The young man's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily: "The next week? He's so arrogant! Does he really dare to challenge the Special Section?"

"I don't know! We also guessed that he was probably using a feint, pretending to attack one side while secretly advancing another... but we didn't know where the west was, or where he was going to secretly advance! So that damn section chief suggested that I go out on patrol, so that the disaster's attention would be focused on this side first..."

"The proposal has been approved?"

"Not yet, but if anything serious happens later, I really will have to go out." Ishikawa Yasuhiro's voice was incredibly complicated.

The situation is already getting out of control. Once the evil spirit goes berserk, no one will think this is just a minor incident. At that point, whether or not someone lives or dies will be completely out of their control.

But if it really comes to that, he'll definitely kill that bastard section chief first, if it weren't for his initial plan...

"Don't panic," Kotegawa Kami comforted him. "Maybe the disaster is really beyond his comprehension, and he'll insist on challenging the Special Division?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro remained silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile: "If that's the case, we might not be able to withstand it either. Calamity isn't a stubborn person; it will only act when it's absolutely certain of success. And then..."

"This..." Kotekawa Kami thought for a long time before finally saying, "I will do my best to get there when the time comes."

“Kutegawa, I feel much more at ease knowing you said that…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said gratefully, “I’m on my way to headquarters now, trying to apply for a longsword of S quality. If all goes well, we can meet tonight.”

Kotekawa Kami was about to say it wasn't necessary, but he swallowed the words back. He said in a deep voice, "Ishikawa-san, protective armor is too valuable. Why would you need protective armor? Don't prepare any for me! Just bring more information on yokai, especially red oni, nightmare women, and large stone yokai. These are the most important!"

On the other end of the phone, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was on his way, was taken aback and subconsciously said, "I understand. I'll go steal another... no, I'll go borrow another set of armor. As for the necessary documents, we'll talk about them when we meet tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Kamiko Kotekawa sighed deeply. Having a friend who works as a servant is quite nice.

He turned and went back to the hot pot restaurant. Looking at the beef rolls, which were already half gone, he couldn't help but glance at Shirakawa Nozomi and think, "Are you a pig? How could you eat so much!"

He poured the remaining beef rolls into the pot, asked the owner for seven bowls of white rice, and ate them all with the vegetables and meat.

After we finished eating, we paid the bill and left.

It's not that I don't want to study, it's just that I smell a bit too strongly of hot pot.

Even if he didn't care, the girls still refused to agree and insisted on going home to change their clothes before coming back.

They arrived at the entrance of the commercial street, then parted ways and went home.

After returning to their room, Kotegawa Kami and Mikazuki Haruka went to the bathroom together, picked up their toothbrushes, squeezed some toothpaste onto them, and brushed their teeth in front of the mirror.

The two people, one big and one small, created a strangely harmonious scene.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Kotekawa Kami looked at the girl in the mirror and said, "I'll probably be going out to patrol the streets again these next few nights, and I might even go to some distant places, so I might not be back until very late."

Mikazuki Seisakusho pursed her lips and said seriously, "Please be careful. If there is any danger, don't try to be reckless... Actually, there are many other safe jobs. Even if the pay isn't that high, it doesn't matter if you're poor, as long as you can get into a good university..."

“I’m not worried about my safety.” Kotekawa Kami shook his head and reached out to pinch the girl’s cheek. “But you, when you’re home alone, make sure to lock the doors and windows and protect yourself.”

"Furugawa, I've been living independently for three years now, don't underestimate me!" Mikazuki Haruka suppressed the warm feeling in her heart, slightly raised her chin, and gave a soft hum.

Kotekawa Kami chuckled for a moment, then earnestly advised, "Don't go out to work next week. We'll talk about it the week after next."

Seeing his serious expression, Mikazuki nodded and whispered, "I'll listen to you."

Finally, the girl hesitated, then suddenly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, took his hand, and tremblingly pressed it against her chest.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Kotegawa Kami's mind suddenly went blank... Happiness had come so suddenly.

"Please, please don't take too many risks... I, I'll wait for you to come back."

Chapter 147 Demon Tokyo (Part 1) (August 19) (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

For the entire afternoon, Kotekawa Kamimi was like he was on steroids, training his physical fitness for five hours straight in the yard.

The little bird next door rested its head on its paws, looking on with a puzzled expression.

This isn't the Kotegawa she knows...

Even as night fell and an unmarked car pulled up in front of his house, he was still beaming.

Seeing how energetic he looked, despite Ishikawa Yasuhiro's haggard appearance and dark circles under his eyes, filled him with a sudden sense of security, like seeing a lifeline, and he was almost in tears.

Without saying much, he carefully handed over the two boxes in his hands, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Use them as you like, don't worry about them breaking."

Kotegawa Kamimi gave a thumbs up.

The two had worked together more than once or twice, and Ishikawa trusted Kotegawa's trustworthiness. He pointed to another box and said, "The sword inside is made of very special materials. It has some demonic properties, which greatly enhances its power, but it is also quite dangerous. Be careful."

Before Kotekawa Kami could speak, he continued, "The password is still the same as before. The sword and the armor are the same; I borrowed them, and you need to return them after use."

Furukawa Kami looked disappointed.

Well, here comes another limited-time trial card.

He opened the box, took out a mask that looked like metal but was much lighter than metal, brought it close to his nose and sniffed it. There was no strange smell at all; it was brand new.

Not bad, even though it's a trial card, Ishikawa is quite generous.

"I hope disaster doesn't happen while I'm at school," Kotekawa Kamimi joked.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro shook his head slightly: "The Special Division's protection is a little weaker at night. If he really wants to storm the Special Division, he will definitely choose to do so at night. By the way, I've photocopied all the documents you asked for and put them under the box. Just burn them after you've read them..."

Kotekawa Kami nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly seemed to sense something, turned his head and looked towards the North District.

Under the dark night sky, a spark shot high into the air, then exploded into a huge firework.

The fireworks were rather peculiar, resembling a pockmarked dog's head.

He was somewhat surprised: "Is there a fireworks festival tonight?"

Beside him, Ishikawa Yasuhiro's gaze was extremely grave, his voice slightly hurried: "It's the Evil Spirit Society! Those lunatics are gathering their companions! They're already in Tokyo!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's voice grew more and more hurried as he spoke, and his body even began to tremble.

Kotekawa Kami guessed that he must be shaking because he was too excited.

The days of being worried about me are finally coming to an end; at least I can get a good night's sleep when I get home.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa reached for a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring before calming down a bit. He got into the car, picked up the intercom, and listened to the chaotic shouts coming from the other end.

The general idea is to have everyone immediately gather their equipment and head to the North District.

The Special Division in the North District is full of incompetents and severely understaffed, so Wenjing often has to travel back and forth between the two places.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro hung up the intercom and looked at Kotegawa Kami.

The latter nodded, turned around and said, "Let me change my clothes."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro had no objection, and even offered to help him change it.

Kotekawa Kami carried the box back to his bedroom, closed the door, first put on the special department's unmarked uniform that he had only worn twice, then put on protective armor, and finally put on thin, silk-like gloves. He took the "Limited-Time Trial Card - Demon Sword" out of the box, put it in the sword pouch inside, and carried it out.

Mikazuki stood in the living room looking at him, her gaze slightly uneasy.

"Don't worry, just lock the doors and windows." Kotekawa Kami smiled gently, put on the mask, and added a touch of mystery to his heroic appearance.

He waved his hand, went out, got into the car, and sped towards the North District through the rapidly slipping tires.

Mikazuki stood on tiptoe at the door, watching until the car's taillights disappeared around the corner. Only then did he lock the door, turn off all the lights inside, and, clutching the hammer, hide under the covers in Kotegawa Kami's bedroom, leaving only his eyes showing as he silently watched the dark room.

She rubbed her head against the pillow, pulled the blanket into a ball, and hugged it to her chest.

……

The car quickly drove into the North District. Ishikawa Yasuhiro's gaze was solemn. Near the location where the fireworks had been launched, he stepped on the brakes, took out a box from the side, inside which was a pistol and two boxes of silver-gleaming bullets.

“These are special exorcism bullets. They can usually deal with vengeful spirits and are also extremely lethal to evil spirits, but they won’t work at higher levels…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro’s voice was heavy: “For missions of difficulty level five or higher, it requires the cooperation of an Onmyoji and a Shinto priest who possess supernatural powers. The standard configuration of an exorcism team is a special department personnel, an Onmyoji, and a Shinto priest.”

"Is it only priests and onmyoji who can do this?"

“No, monks, samurai, some ancient schools of secret arts, Chinese Taoist magic and the Western Church of Light all have ways to deal with monsters…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him and said with some curiosity.

Kami Kotegawa nodded slightly.

Ordinary bullets are ineffective against vengeful spirits and evil spirits. They might be lethal to pure-blooded yokai, but probably not enough to kill them in a few shots. Therefore, fighting yokai with a gun is undoubtedly a very dangerous choice.

Some monsters can even foresee danger and hide or lie in wait, causing even greater destruction. This is probably why some missions would rather leave them unfinished than rashly attempt to subdue them.

If you're not absolutely certain of success, the consequences of letting the monster escape are often catastrophic.

He loaded the magazine full, tightened his shirt, put on another protective mask, opened the door and got out of the car, saying to Kotegawa with concern, "Don't stray too far from me! I'm quite weak, and I left in such a hurry that I didn't even bring a knife for close combat..."

Kamiko Kotegawa looked at him through the mask and nodded slightly.

The two walked forward together.

The surroundings were deathly silent, without even a light, and the only remaining trace of sulfur in the air was a faint smell.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked around, frowned, and was somewhat incredulous that they were the first to arrive. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go back first and wait for the others to arrive."

Kotegawa Kami, who was standing next to him, had just focused his attention on his nose, and his sense of smell was gradually becoming stronger.

The smells of smoke, earth, and a strange stench... all rushed into his nostrils at once. He held his breath, suppressing his nausea, and said, "There's a strong smell of blood up ahead. Shall we go check it out?"

"The smell of blood?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback. He sniffed the air himself but couldn't smell anything at all.

“You just smoked…” Kotekawa Kami said, taking a longsword from his scabbard and stepping forward first: “Come with me.”

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was caught in a dilemma: following or not following. After some thought, he decided it was safer to stay with Kotegawa Kami, so he could only keep up, saying, "Watch out, there might be an ambush!"

Chapter 148 Demonic Tokyo (Part Two)

Under the dark sky, Kotegawa Kami and Ishikawa Yasuhiro walked slowly, the nauseating stench of blood in the air growing clearer.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa released the safety of his pistol, chambered a round, and looked back and forth anxiously, a rather bad feeling creeping into his heart.

Kotekawa Kami stopped in front of a guesthouse with lights on, his nose twitched slightly, and he looked up, saying, "There's something inside. Are you going to wait for me here, or come in together?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro said in a deep voice, "Of course, we'll stay by your side every step of the way!"

Kotekawa Kami remained silent, not because he objected to following, but because the distance between them, almost nose to nose, just didn't seem right.

He resisted the man's approach, reaching out to pull him behind him and pushing him further back: "We still need to keep a little distance... Let go, I can protect you!"

The middle-aged man finally gave up, loosened his grip on the hem of his shirt, gripped the gun handle with both hands, pointed at the guesthouse with its door open, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"