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

The unicorn was filled with fear and despair.

Completely powerless to fight back!

After the black mist dissipated, Kotekawa Kami, expressionless, stood beside it, sword in hand, coldly looking down at it.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

The unicorn's head was severed, and the crimson light in its pupils instantly went out.

Kotekawa Kami withdrew his gaze, glanced at the group of ghosts in the corner who dared not even breathe, picked up his blood-dripping sword, shattered the lines drawn on the ground into fragments, and turned to leave.

Much later.

The group of ghosts slowly floated to the corpse and quietly formed several circles around it.

When a large patch of blue phosphorescent light floated out of the severed head, they stretched out their hands, like dividing a cake, and each grabbed a piece and stuffed it into their mouths.

……

Inside the school, Kotekawa Kami sat behind the teaching building, squinting as he watched the ghosts transform into white streaks of light and fly into the old school building. He then told Shirakawa Kurumi about the situation there.

Nothing much happened there.

So there's no rush to go back.

He sniffed lightly and asked a question that seemed to be bothering him: "Why are they looking for me?"

"Isn't it because you touched her panties? You pervert!" Shirakawa Kurumi snorted on the other end of the phone.

“Nonsense! We didn’t even bump into each other that time!” Kotekawa Kami retorted.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before someone said, "Actually, we ran into each other. It was because we ran into each other that it remembered you and was able to find you... If you don't believe me, you can ask it."

"Should we ask it?" Kotekawa Kami looked at the small, broken piece in his hand and said softly, "If we could see it again..."

He hung up the phone and prepared to go back.

As for the damaged gate and iron fence, the school will send someone to repair them tomorrow.

He carried the sword on his back and walked away leisurely.

As he passed the old school building, many little heads poked out of the windows, watching him quietly.

Kotekawa Kami glanced up and suddenly paused, startled.

These ghosts were no longer the terrifying creatures we'd seen before, with their white eyes, blood-covered faces, and bulging veins. They now had distinct facial features, though they were expressionless, like lifeless dolls. They were still a bit creepy, but much better than before.

He stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then waved.

They floated silently above his head, held in his hands in front of him, and gently fell into the sky.

Under the bright moonlight.

Countless fireflies, like feathers, slowly fell.

Kamiko Kotekawa looked up, completely bewildered.

White, light blue, pandas, kittens, blue and white stripes, orange stripes... all fluttered down around him, some even passing through his palm, and each piece was small in size.

What is this? A special thank you?

Kami Kotekawa was speechless and muttered, "Honestly, I clearly prefer the fabric on top..."

A cool breeze blew by, and the illusory panties that had fallen to the ground shimmered and disappeared one by one.

He took another step, without looking back, and waved to the sky: "Go back, goodbye... If you need anything, you can come find me."

Chapter 158 Demonic Tokyo (Part 6)

Kotekawa Kami returned to the women's apartment building, and the brightly lit building slowly cooled down and went out, returning to its original state.

Back in the lounge, he put the sword away and plopped down on the sofa.

The faint smell of blood lingering on the sword made the young priest turn his head to look at it again and again.

Shirakawa Kurumi brought over a can of herbal tea and handed it to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

He reached out and took it, then took a sip: "Teacher Fujiwara already knows, right?"

Shirakawa Kurumi nodded slightly: "Yes, he said that the old school building was indeed a school oversight, and he will communicate with the Onmyōryō (the Bureau of Yin and Yang) soon... We can't count on the Special Department. Fujiwara-sensei said that not only our school, but at least nine other places were attacked at the same time tonight."

Kotegawa Kami nodded silently.

It seems the disaster is heading towards Tokyo.

But there has been no news from Ishikawa Yasuhiro; he's probably in hiding, preparing to cause trouble.

He glanced at the time, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Unable to rest, the Shirakawa siblings sat on a chair, resting their heads on their arms, gazing absently at the night view outside the window.

The other one sat on the sofa.

The lounge fell silent.

The latter half of the night passed peacefully, and the distant sirens of sirens disappeared.

Kotekawa Kami took his sword and wandered around a few more times. When it was just getting light, he woke up the Shirakawa siblings, who were sleeping like logs, so they could clock out and go home together.

Shirakawa Kurumi seemed very sleepy, so drowsy she could barely stand.

Indeed, this is the time when I'm most tired.

The young priest also looked uncomfortable. He rubbed his temples, glanced at his older sister who was swaying like a roly-poly toy, and said indifferently, "You can carry her for a while."

"Is she your sister or mine? You make me do everything, what good are you as her younger brother?"

"I'm exhausted too, I can barely walk, and you want to carry someone?" The little priest's voice remained calm: "Don't feel like you're losing out. So many people want to carry her but can't. Besides, even if she doesn't have big breasts, she's far superior to girls her age in other aspects. Just liking big breasts is such a shallow idea."

"Oh?" Kotekawa Kami, who had been dissed to his face, looked surprised: "Are you asking for a beating again?"

"All you can do is resort to force? How vulgar!" The junior priest sneered and hurried out the door.

Kotekawa Kami picked up Shirakawa Kurumi, who was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, and lifted her up by her small but rather fleshy buttocks. He then took his sword and backpack, turned off the lights, locked the door, and left.

There were security guards on duty all night at the gate. They passed through the security gate without much trouble and headed north.

On the way, Kotekawa Kami casually asked, "Why haven't I seen your shikigami? Didn't you bring it?"

The junior priest beside him immediately became alert, jumping back to a distance like a mother hen protecting her eggs: "What are you doing?"

"...I was just asking casually."

"Really? I don't believe you, swear it!"

"You're so annoying!"

"Ha, you're feeling guilty after all! So you saw Tamako last time and noticed she has a great figure with big breasts, didn't you? Bah, you beast!"

"No, you're the one who's more of a beast. You need to understand that some things shouldn't be, or at least shouldn't be..."

Mind your own business first!

The priestess, on the verge of breaking down, hurried away.

When they reached the entrance to the shopping street, Kotekawa Kami put down Shirakawa Kurumi, pushed her to the little priestess, waved, and yawned, saying, "See you at noon."

The junior priest watched him walk away until he was out of sight, then calmly said, "He's gone."

Shirakawa Kurumi, who had been dozing off, stretched and her eyes brightened. She smiled and said, "You did well today, so I won't pursue the matter of you saying I have no breasts this time!"

"What? Isn't this the truth? Don't even think about denying it!" The little priest remained unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, firmly extending his hand.

Kurumi Shirakawa rolled her eyes and took out a 10,000 yen note from her wallet.

The junior priest put the money back in his pocket, somewhat satisfied, then said with some dissatisfaction, "What's the rush? It's like you're trying to give it away for free!"

"Who told that guy to be so dull and wooden?" Shirakawa Kurumi asked, puzzled. "So finding a partner really is this difficult!"

Nozomi Shirakawa fell silent.

……

After returning to his home, Kotekawa Kami went straight upstairs, wiped the bloodstains off the sword with a soft cloth, and placed it on a wooden shelf.

He went downstairs, washed his face, yawned, went back to his bedroom, changed into his pajamas, lay down on the bed, and wrapped himself in the blanket.

I felt a warm sensation on my hand.

He turned to the side, roughly pulled the sleeping girl into his arms, buried his face in her hair, and took a deep sniff.

Is this what they call charging?

Take a deep breath and refresh your mind.

He closed his eyes peacefully, wanting to sleep like this forever.

Mikazuki Haruka, still half asleep, raised her hand to rub her eyes, looked up at him, then touched Kotegawa Kami's face before shifting to a more comfortable sleeping position, hugging his arm like a rag doll.

Her soft, smooth face pressed against his, her warm breath hitting the skin beneath her pajamas.

The tent was set up.

The sky outside the window soon brightened, and Kotekawa Kami noticed a faint dark circle under his eyes.

I was really sleepy, but I just couldn't fall asleep.

It seems I still need to meditate.

The girl woke up, rubbed her eyes, and stretched her arms.

Her voice was soft and tender, with a touch of childishness.

"Good morning."

"Good morning……"

Mikazuki, propping herself up, looked at the dark circles under his eyes and asked with slight confusion, "Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, it's because I came back too late last night," Kotegawa Kamimi stammered.

The girl lay back down, as if she were making the room her own bedroom.

She stretched her back again, her big, bright eyes gazing at the ceiling: "There were sirens everywhere last night, did something really happen?"