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

"Ishikawa-san, have you really done any exorcism missions?"

“Of course!” Yasuhiro Ishikawa replied while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. “I’ve always maintained a perfect record of 100% mission success rate… but this time is different.”

"Oh, that's true."

Kotegawa Kami stepped into the guesthouse room. There was no one at the front desk, only a pool of congealed blood on the table and floor.

The two men lowered their gazes slightly, following the long, narrow trail of blood left by the dragging on the ground as they climbed the stairs step by step.

The second-floor corridor was pitch black.

But the stench of blood and foul smell was so strong it filled my lungs.

Deep in the corridor, the faint sound of gnawing could still be heard.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro held his breath slightly and lowered his voice: "Be careful!"

Furutekawa Kami turned on the flashlight on his shoulder and stepped forward.

"There's a stench of cannibals here!"

He carried his sword and walked forward step by step until he reached the door from which the sound came. Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked the door off the frame with such force.

"Bang!" The wooden door crashed heavily to the floor.

Without even looking, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was following closely behind, turned on the hallway light in the room in an instant.

These old-fashioned guesthouses typically don't require a card to use electricity.

He instinctively looked towards the center of the house, and then his scalp tingled instantly.

The scene inside the house was horrifying. Three emaciated, white-haired, red-eyed monsters were squatting in a pool of blood, feasting on a large, mangled corpse.

On the remaining corpses, the blood-stained special operations uniforms and the rough cloth clothes of the guesthouse were so jarring.

The three cannibals turned their heads in unison, their bright red, bulb-like eyes revealing their greed for food.

Without saying a word, Kotekawa Kami strode over, his long sword instantly unsheathed, drawing a thin, solid line of light under the lamplight.

Three hideous heads were instantly tossed into the air, and the cannibal who had just gotten up and was about to pounce fell to the ground, splattering filthy blood everywhere.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro clenched his fists, staring at the evil spirits symbol drawn in blood on the wall, and angrily pounded the wall with his fists.

Kotekawa Kami sheathed his sword, walked to the window, opened it to let the cold wind in, and looked down at the pool of blood, remaining silent.

Just then, a piercing alarm bell rang outside the house.

On the roof of a three-story building across the street, a dark shadow suddenly grinned and then turned and left.

As if sensing something, Kotekawa glanced subconsciously at the rooftop opposite and twitched his nose.

The room was filled with the strong smell of blood, so you couldn't smell much else.

Hearing the chaotic footsteps outside, he turned to Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was still angrily standing at the door, and said, "I'm leaving."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro assumed he simply didn't want to appear in front of others, and slowly nodded, his expression grave: "Be careful, they really are a bunch of complete mad monsters!"

Kotekawa Kami grunted, jumped down from the window, climbed onto the opposite roof, focused his attention on his nose, and took a deep breath.

After a multitude of nauseating odors filled his nostrils, he smelled an incredibly unique and foul stench.

……

Saburo Inukai crouched low, his hood flapping loudly, as he moved through the deserted streets at a speed completely inhuman.

He grinned, the screams still echoing in his ears, and the bloodthirsty light in his amber vertical pupils grew even more intense.

How wonderful! Tokyo! It's absolutely wonderful! The air is filled with the scent of human beings!

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at a woman in a short skirt who had just come out of a bar, a deep look of intoxication appearing on his face.

The fragrance is wonderful!

It's incomparable to Hokkaido!

With drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, he stuck out his snake-like tongue, licked it in his palm, and transformed into a black shadow, rushing towards the woman in the short skirt in an instant.

The drunk woman shook her slightly throbbing head, reeking of alcohol, and stood by the roadside, raising her hand to flag down a taxi.

The car slowly came to a stop, the doors opened automatically, and the driver inside looked up: "Welcome—"

He stared at the empty back door, paused for a moment, and turned his head in surprise: "A guest?"

Unfortunately, there were no women left on the roadside.

……

Kami Kotekawa was also running along the road, not very fast, because he needed to distinguish the smells, but he couldn't stop, because the stench would soon dissipate on a windy night.

His previously disliked talent, [keen sense of smell], finally had a chance to shine, and it was quite impressive.

After passing through another alley, a fairly wide main road came into view.

He looked around, his gaze thoughtful.

Did they escape to Adachi Ward? They're quite good at hiding.

He sniffed the air again, then walked forward until he reached a taxi parked on the side of the road.

The driver, dressed in a neat uniform, was kneeling on the ground, looking under the car.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

The driver, whose hair was already turning gray, looked up, his eyes filled with confusion: "Oh, there was definitely a passenger just now, but when I turned around, he was gone."

"A guest?" Kote Kawakami's pupils contracted slightly. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, and ran away.

The bewildered veteran driver was left standing there.

When people think of Adachi Ward in Tokyo, the first impressions that come to mind are words like "chaotic," "unsafe," and "high crime rate."

that's the truth.

As the poorest and most remote place, the low rents have attracted countless scoundrels, leading to a constant stream of crimes and paranormal events. Almost every night, the piercing sound of police sirens can be heard, and every day, stretchers covered with white sheets are carried onto ambulances and transported to the hospital morgue. Here, news of accidental deaths is no longer news.

Every now and then, news breaks that a tenant in one of these places is actually a monster, and then someone accidentally witnesses the monster cannibalizing another person.

The most popular news and entertainment in Adachi right now is speculating about how many terrifying monsters are still hiding in Adachi Ward, and whether my neighbor is a normal human being.

Even news about whether there are villains who deserve to be shot doesn't make the list.

But if one day, your neighbor across the street suddenly pushes open your door and calmly tells you that his true identity is actually an evil god, and that he feels your family is quite nice, and invites you to become his lackeys, perhaps the family can accept it calmly, and might even bake a cake to celebrate getting to know their new neighbor.

As he ran down the street, Kamiko Kote glanced at a few drunkards who were cursing and banging on doors. His expression turned cold, and he stopped. With a single stroke of his sword, he whittled a baseball bat that had been thrown at his face from around the corner into a pencil stub. The three young men, who looked like hooligans with dark circles under their eyes, stared in disbelief.

He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Three crisp sounds rang out as the three people spun around in the air like broken sacks one and a half times before crashing heavily to the ground.

Kotekawa Kami's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked up at the alley. Under the streetlights, the longsword, still stained with blood, gleamed with a cold and eerie luster.

His unmarked special department uniform made countless people secretly watching him twitch their eyelids.

The entire street fell silent instantly.

Kotekawa Kamimi, sword in hand, stepped forward, step by step, on the tattered sacks on the ground.

Chapter 149 The Cadres Surrounded by a Tree

The night sky overhead grew increasingly dark and gloomy.

The piercing sound of the alarm could still be faintly heard.

While wandering through the alleys of Adachi Ward, Kotegawa Kamimi fully experienced the local customs and hospitality that were truly as described.

There are so many idle young people, some of whom even deliberately lie in ambush at intersections, using tripwires, sacks, and baseball bats to trap passersby—it's quite insidious.

His hands were a little sore from hitting so many people, so he eventually had to use his feet instead.

After passing through a large, intricately networked residential area, Kotegawa Kami came upon a lush, verdant forest. He took a deep breath and immediately gagged.

...It really stinks.

There wasn't just one stench; at least three, no, at least four foul odors mixed together.

He frowned, pinched his nose, and walked toward the direction from which the stench was coming.

However, just as he was taking a step, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered something.

Now is the perfect time to try out [Nightmare], isn't it?

Maybe we can easily chop off the heads of those dogs inside.

"How exactly do you operate it? There's no instruction manual or anything..."

He fell into deep thought, trying to give himself a positive self-talk.

There must be a switch...

A sudden chill crept into his heart, and as he felt a slight palpitation, the temperature around him suddenly dropped.

Kami Kotekawa paused for a moment, looking at the unchanging surroundings, and then feeling the real coolness. It seemed that apart from the temperature dropping, there was no other difference.

He briefly recalled the scene of his first encounter with the Nightmare Woman, and when he thought of Shirakawa Kurumi lying unconscious on the ground, his eyes lit up and he had an idea.

He picked up the sword in his hand, stared intently at it, and silently chanted in his heart, "This is a tree branch, this is a tree branch, this is a tree branch..."

A few seconds later, his vision seemed to blur for a moment, and the longsword in his hand really turned into a bare, long, hard, and thick black tree branch.

He opened his mouth wide, but feeling the touch of the longsword, he almost cried out.

That's amazing, that's incredible.

"Before she died, the Nightmare Maiden seemed to ask why she wasn't dragged into the Nightmare Dream..." he murmured, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Could it be that, like the Four Directions of Impermanence, it has its own small domain? Only this domain is a bit larger, and it can only be sensed but not seen... I just don't know how big this domain is."

Kami Kotekawa wasn't sure what to do, but he did have a simple, albeit clumsy, method...

He stared at the woods about ten meters away and murmured, "That's a lightning rod..."

Soon, the tree gradually came into his view and truly became a bare, upright lightning rod piercing the sky.

"So far!" He couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, looking even further into the distance.

Unfortunately, the distant view was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, so he had to give up for the time being. Then he looked down at himself and murmured again, "I am a tree, a tree..."