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

The disaster subsided, but at that moment, his vision suddenly blurred, and the sword he had desperately blocked seemed like an illusion.

"It's a nightmare!" He woke up with a start, then flew into a rage.

A sword flashed from behind him, and the remaining thick arm on his back was severed and thrown high into the sky, blood splattering everywhere.

The searing pain, seemingly penetrating to the very soul, once again made the disaster unbearable.

He staggered a few steps, roaring angrily, "Nightmare! You actually have Nightmare Dreams!"

Kotekawa Kami remained expressionless upon meeting him. The longsword that had just severed the second arm fell back down, leaving a deep sword wound on his chest after the disaster.

The calamity staggered uncontrollably, leaning on his katana, white steam billowing from his nostrils, his furious gaze even more predatory.

Kami Kotegawa, carrying his sword, walked forward step by step.

The calamity roared and rose to its feet, and they fought once more.

However, with both arms severed and under the combined influence of [Four Directions of Impermanence] and [Nightmare], the Calamity's moves have become distorted.

After the sword and knife clashed nearly a hundred times, the calamity struck his right hand at the wrist, and soon after, he lost his last remaining arm, his left arm.

Kotekawa Kamimi forced up his last bit of true energy, and before he could maintain the [Impermanence] domain any longer, he plunged his sword into the throat of the already helpless Calamity, severing his head.

As the three-meter-tall headless body of the Calamity crashed down, several large, bright orbs of light appeared in his mind, and the surrounding [Impermanence] domain shattered instantly.

Kotekawa Kami barely managed to stand, overwhelmed by the emptiness of his nearly depleted inner energy and the throbbing pain in his head that felt like it was about to split open.

"Ugh!" He lay on the ground, retching violently, his pupils even becoming unfocused.

"Furutegawa? Is that you? Furutegawa!" A joyful shout came from a distance.

Kotekawa Kami looked up and, through his blurry vision, saw a figure get up from the grass and run toward him. Oh, it was Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

The latter strode over to him, helped him to his feet, looked him up and down, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"Water!" Kotekawa Kamimi uttered in a fiery voice.

"Water, water, water..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro nodded repeatedly, looked around, put him back on the ground, and ran towards the vending machine in the distance. When he got there, he looked down and felt for his wallet, but couldn't find it after a long time. Finally, he simply raised the gun in his hand and smashed the glass door to pieces.

He ran back carrying more than a dozen bottles of water, spilling them as he ran.

Having regained some of his energy, Kamiko Kotekawa was speechless.

But we can't worry about that now, getting water is the most important thing.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa ran up to him, put down the few bottles of water he had left, unscrewed the caps, and held them to his lips.

Kotekawa Kami tilted his head back and gulped down three bottles before he felt a little better.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to rest.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was standing to the side, also breathed a long sigh of relief. Luckily, he hadn't run away and had waited a little longer.

Only then did he have the leisure to search back and forth, and asked warily, "Where's the disaster? Did it escape? How did you all suddenly disappear just now?"

"Disaster?" Kote Kawakami subconsciously looked around on the ground, only to find that there was hardly any blood, let alone the corpse of the disaster.

He was utterly astonished.

Huh? Where did the disaster go?! That huge corpse just vanished?

Could he not be dead?

He forced himself to calm down, but the more he rushed it, the slower it became. Finally, he managed to gather a single thought and quickly let it sink into his heart.

Several large, bright orbs of light still floated quietly.

The disaster is dead...

He relaxed; he had almost been scared to death.

But then he frowned. If he was dead, why was his body gone? Could it have been left in the realm of "impermanence"?

That's really strange; this has never happened before!

He was thinking of summoning them out to take a look.

But now his physical and mental strength was almost exhausted, and he was truly powerless to do anything about it. He could only sigh, take off half of the mask from his face, and toss it to Ishikawa: "Find a place, I need to have a good meal."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded repeatedly, deciding to leave this place first, regardless of where the disaster was.

Chapter 167 The Gift of the Other Half (Part Two)

In a high-end detached apartment in Minato Ward, Kami Kotegawa was enjoying a hearty meal at the dining table.

The outside world remains under intense pressure and a climate of fear.

Considering that eating out might cause some unnecessary trouble, Ishikawa Yasuhiro simply took Kotegawa Kami back to his house in Minato Ward.

"As expected of a wealthy family..." Kotekawa Kami gave a rather apt assessment in his mind the moment he saw the house.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, wearing an apron around his waist, came out of the kitchen carrying a freshly baked crispy roast chicken.

The chicken is golden brown on the outside and is steaming hot and fragrant.

Kotekawa Kami swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up his fork, tore open the flatbread and the chicken inside, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

The juicy, tender chicken, combined with the crispy, caramelized pancake, was so delicious that he immediately brought the plate to himself.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who sat down opposite him, took a sip of beer and exhaled a comfortable breath.

There has never been a time when I felt safer than now!

At least for now, there's no need to worry about being targeted by evil spirits or being attacked.

It's the kind of security I've always dreamed of!

He raised the beer bottle in his hand in the air and took another sip.

If Kotegawa could stay here tonight, that would be even better; he'd definitely get a very good night's sleep.

Kotegawa Kami was still engrossed in eating; he truly hadn't expected that Ishikawa Yasuhiro's culinary skills were so good.

He's clearly a middle-aged man with a weathered face, yet he possesses such inner beauty. It's truly astonishing!

More than ten minutes later, he put down a plate of chicken bones, felt the warmth in his stomach and the gradually recovering true energy in his meridians, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and burp, with a faint sense of satisfaction.

I feel a bit more comfortable now.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who had been waiting, sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and asked with concern, "How are you? Have you eaten?"

"I'm barely half full..." Kotekawa Kami rubbed his stomach. "Although I expended a lot of energy today, it's not good to overeat, it'll be bad for my health."

"Only half full?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro subconsciously looked down at the large table of empty plates and dishes, and the huge empty rice cooker...

As he watched, he suddenly realized something.

Oh, no wonder Kotegawa loves money so much.

With such a good appetite, if you don't work hard to earn money, you'll starve to death in no time, right?

No, no, no, if he had no money for food, he might have gone astray, right? He might even have become a terrorist more terrifying than the leader of the evil organization, and that would have been a disaster for humanity...

Thinking of this, Ishikawa Yasuhiro fell silent, pondering whether he should submit a report to his superiors to apply for some kind of monthly special allowance for Kotegawa Kamimi. Even if it wasn't much, at least he should be able to eat his fill, right? To let him fully experience the warmth and care of human society...

He crossed his arms and nodded repeatedly.

This project is absolutely necessary!

Kotegawa Kami drank a glass of water.

Now that we've eaten, it's time to get down to business.

"The disaster is dead," he said with absolute certainty.

"Huh? What disaster has occurred?"

Kami Kotegawa then drank more water.

Across from him, Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked blank for a moment, then turned his head and looked at him uncertainly: "Is this some kind of lame joke for after dinner?"

We haven't even seen the body, and you're saying it's dead? Who would believe that?

Kami Kotekawa knew this too, and after a moment's thought, he said, "I'll see if I can find his body later."

The realm of [Impermanence] seems to have undergone another change. Last time, when the Five-Eyed Rat was killed, it was blood, and this time it's the corpse of a calamity... It's quite strange.

He's not in good shape right now, and the [Impermanence] domain is an extremely energy-consuming move.

So I need to rest for a while.

After all, he was also very curious to know what was going on inside.

Seeing Ishikawa Yasuhiro's "I'm not kidding" expression, his face slowly changed. He opened his mouth wide, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he forced out a dry voice from his throat: "R-really dead?"

That was the top leader of the Evil Spirit Society, a monster over three meters tall with four arms!

He's the kind of guy whose legs would spin just from looking at him!

“He’s dead!” Kotekawa Kami murmured. “If you don’t believe me, you should be able to see his body in a little while.”

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was completely speechless, his throat making a series of "hoarse" sounds, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Kotekawa Kami stood up and took off his blood-stained clothes and armor. The armor had shallow cuts, and the clothes had several long, narrow slits.

Thanks to the rock skin, he was not seriously injured.

Touching his clothes, he clicked his tongue in distress, but he knew in his heart that fighting against someone like Zaihuo was already a good outcome if he wasn't injured; it was impossible to expect to suffer no losses at all.

He put the clothes on the ground; they were no longer wearable.

He touched the protective armor again, smacked his lips, and his eyes were a little fiery.

This is really good stuff!

Wearing such a suit of armor can increase safety by at least 30%.

"Ishikawa-san, I've left the armor and sword here for you. The calamity is dead, and our mission is now complete," said Kotekawa Kami.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro got up and walked over to him. Looking at the armor, sword, and clothes on the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "Is he really dead?"

"He's really dead!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro felt a momentary daze. He subconsciously pinched his face. At this moment, it felt like a dream.