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

Uncle Jian was drinking water with his head down, and sweat was faintly visible on his forehead.

Upon hearing this, Kotekawa Kami felt a little guilty, fearing that Kurumi and Shirakawa Nozomi had said something inappropriate to Aunt Akiba.

His mind raced, and he coughed, saying, "Don't worry, although there are some minor issues, we have even more capable special agents here! So it's still quite safe."

"If it weren't for that 'evil spirit nemesis' around, Auntie would have called you back immediately!" Aunt Qiuye said with a softened expression.

Kami Kotegawa nodded repeatedly.

Walnut tilted her head, blinked, and was about to say something, but he glared at her and shut her up.

Aunt Qiuye pulled him around and looked him over again, her mood brightening. She quickly went into the kitchen to prepare something delicious.

Seeing that he finally had some free time, Kotekawa walked over to the Shirakawa siblings, looked them over, and understood why Uncle Kenji had insisted on coming back earlier.

He reached out and grabbed their shoulders, a forced smile on his face: "There's still some time before lunch. I'll show you around the village."

The calm-faced junior priest said, "This has nothing to do with me. I just brought her here."

"Furutegawa-kun, I'm a guest, please be gentle..." The brat said shamelessly, her head bowed.

Kotekawa Kami loosened his grip slightly, grabbed the two of them, and walked towards the door.

Aunt Qiuye called out from the kitchen, "Don't go too far!"

"Well, I see!"

The three of them went out the door.

Aunt Qiuye ran out carrying a kitchen knife and sat down in front of Uncle Jian, looking gossipy: "Is she the girl Xiaojian was talking about? She's so beautiful, fashionable and pretty, and from a good family. Our Xiaojian is really lucky."

Uncle Jian glanced at the kitchen knife in her hand, shook his head slightly, and calmly said, "No, she's not Xiao Jian's type."

Aunt Qiuye thought for a moment and couldn't help but worry: "That child, is he still writing a diary of his observations of daily life? If his classmates see that, it will be terrible."

Uncle Jian Er remained silent.

Even now, he hasn't dared to let Qiuye know that Xiaojian's habit of writing a diary was taught to him by him.

……

At the eastern end of the village, beside a wide river, Furudekawa Kamimi stood with a stern face, ready to listen carefully to their explanation.

No wonder they didn't even exchange a message when he left.

Not only did she run over without saying a word, but she also got ahead of him!

If you put that same effort into your studies, getting the top spot in your grade would be a piece of cake.

Shirakawa Nozomi calmly watched the surging waters of the river; after all, he had been dragged here by others.

Shirakawa Kurumi, standing next to him, lowered her head and looked like a submissive wife.

"We were just bored during our vacation, so we wandered around aimlessly. Before we knew it, we ended up in Nagano, and by sheer coincidence, we ran into your uncle."

"So, the other day when you asked me where I lived was just a random, coincidental question?" Kotekawa Kami snorted.

He's not stupid, and besides, he knows those kinds of words well—isn't that what he usually says to Mikazuki?

I accidentally got lost in the living room and ended up in her bedroom (I can't say it, so I'll cut the whole thing out).

Shirakawa Kurumi paused, then leaned closer to him, nudging him with her shoulder: "This holiday is seven days long, how boring! When we're together, we can go out and team up to take on some missions when we're free, right? That way we can earn some extra money, isn't that great?"

"No, I want to work in the fields," said Kotegawa Kami, his eyelids drooping.

“Then I’ll work with you. Going to the fields and stuff is no problem for me,” Hu Tao said, patting her bulging chest.

Kotekawa Kami was slightly puzzled. Although he hadn't paid attention for a while, was it really that big?

He was unsure for a moment, so he decided to stop thinking about it for now, his eyes carrying a warning: "You absolutely cannot mention anything related to exorcism in front of my uncles and aunts! Especially my affairs, you absolutely, absolutely cannot say a word about them."

Shirakawa Kurumi winked and said, "Oh dear, you know how well-behaved I am. If Komi tells me not to say something, I absolutely won't."

"Little one?" Kotekawa Kami's face darkened. He flicked her forehead, turned around and said, "Let's go back. After lunch, I'll show you both around properly."

Shirakawa Nozomi, who was walking to the side, said calmly, "I don't need to. I'll go back after dinner."

"Okay, you should go home soon!"

The young priest's face darkened.

Kami Kotekawa couldn't help but glance at her, wondering if this girl was really her biological sister. Why was she taking care of her younger brother like she was a tool?

The three returned to Kotegawa Kami's house. Shirakawa Kurumi stood in the yard with her hands behind her back, looking around with curiosity in her eyes.

When she arrived with her younger brother, she realized they had ended up in front of the Kote River. Embarrassed, she didn't dare to look around aimlessly.

Kotekawa Kamimi led them into the house, where they lined up to wash their hands one by one.

"Please sit anywhere."

He said this, then stepped into the kitchen to help Aunt Qiuye.

Kurumi Shirakawa also wanted to go, but she had never cooked before, and going there would only cause trouble. She might even leave a bad impression on the Kotegawa family, which would be terrible.

She dared not reveal that she had not undergone the training of a bride, after all, if a girl couldn't even cook, she would be considered unfit to be a good wife, and that wouldn't do...

She secretly kicked Shirakawa Nozomi and gave him a meaningful look.

Shirakawa Nozomi snorted softly, not wanting to get involved.

The little girl was a bit angry. She held up three fingers, then pulled one back, and then slowly clenched her fist.

The young priest's eyelids twitched, he rolled up his sleeves, got up, and went to the kitchen.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid; you're ruthless...

This is a special thank-you chapter (not part of the main text).

Around 4 PM on July 21st, during a heavy rain, the power suddenly went out. I initially thought it was just a normal circuit breaker trip, but the power didn't come back on until I went to bed that night. At that point, I still didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.

At 11 p.m. on July 21, I was woken up and went downstairs to move grain. The muddy floodwaters came from the reservoir in the northwest mountains, spreading all the way down, leaving nothing but water in their wake.

At 2 a.m. on July 22, the water level subsided slightly and the ground was exposed. Thinking that the flood had subsided, everyone took a shower and went back to sleep.

At 6:30 a.m. on July 22, it was still raining heavily. I forced myself to get up because my phone was out of battery and I couldn't pay. So I went to the convenience store and shamelessly bought bottled water and instant noodles on credit (I still haven't paid because I haven't seen the person who bought them).

At 6:37 a.m. on July 22, I had just carried instant noodles and water back home when the floodwaters rose again. Accompanied by heavy rain, this time the floodwaters overflowed the steps and entered my home. The village to the east was completely submerged, and some old houses collapsed. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

On the morning of July 723, the rain stopped, but the water level in the east had already reached its limit and began to slowly recede. Village officials notified residents to evacuate; those with relatives were to seek refuge with them, and those without were to move to higher ground (this is their direct quote). The village was mostly deserted that day. My neighbor slaughtered a sheep, and I, who hadn't left, was lucky enough to eat two pieces. I also learned how to draw power from my electric scooter.

724. In the sweltering heat, the water levels on both the east and west sides, which had risen by more than ten centimeters overnight, have receded slightly, offering a small measure of comfort to our heavy hearts.

At noon on July 724, the floodwaters in the town receded first. Around noon, I heard there was a relief point there, so I made a small bamboo pole, carried some clothes, and went there with hope... But after wading through waist-deep water, I saw nothing. It was nothing like what I had been told. I had to return disappointed. However, halfway there, I found that a supermarket was open, so I sneaked in and stayed there for the whole afternoon, even fully charging my phone.

On the evening of July 724th, the relief supplies arrived, and we are truly grateful (some people with ulterior motives prevented us from taking photos).

July 725th, still a scorching hot day. I got up at six in the morning, grabbed my things and went to the supermarket. I ate some dry noodles and managed to write a chapter. The city is flooded. Oh, and this morning they started distributing relief supplies. Each person got a bottle of mineral water and twelve boxes of instant noodles (only water and instant noodles, and none of the fruit, sausages, bread, or meat that were delivered. You can imagine how bad it is).

On July 726th, the water level on the western road completely receded, revealing the muddy ground. At the same time, a putrid smell began to fill the air, and the villagers started drying the moldy grain that had been soaked in the water. The smell was quite pungent.

At noon on July 726, I heard that supplies were being distributed again, so I rushed back excitedly. But there was a lot of noise on the street. The reason was that more than half of the supplies were missing, and many of them were empty boxes. Some people, after receiving the supplies, opened all the boxes except for instant noodles and tap water, poured them into burlap sacks and took them away. All that was delivered here were empty boxes.

He was so angry he was trembling all over.

On the afternoon of July 726th, around this time, I received the first "cute master" of this book (Cute Master, do you still have dogs at home? The kind that can guard the door and have even been to college (doge emoji)).

So the author became a lackey and went back to writing, temporarily putting aside everything else.

On the first day of the flood, my phone was out of battery, I had no money, it was raining heavily, the roads were blocked, and there was water everywhere. I was truly desperate. That night, I managed to reply to a message with the 2% battery I had managed to get through. I found that the editor had contacted me, saying that a reader had found the customer service department. At that moment, I was truly warmed.

During these past few days of unavoidable hiatus, so many readers have shown their concern for me, sending recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and rewards. Every word of encouragement, along with the various emergency solutions devised by group members, has been the brightest light in my heart these past few days.

We've pretty much weathered this natural disaster.

There are so many people I want to thank: Monster Sister, Seemingly Familiar in a Dream, Book Friend Number 13758, Mental Illness Brother, Captain, Brother Liunian, Salty Fish on the Beach, Demon Li Xian Yan, Wutong Flower Night Rain, Book Friend Number 08398, Book Friend Number 21984, Unaware 98, Right Ear Love, Eternity, Celebrity Cave 121, One Two Three Books, Phoenix Mountain Old Man, No Reach No Departure, Night Not Yet Young s, The Love You Heard, Beast Ear Control, Night and Dusk, Mad Demon Prison, Mixing Up and Mixing Up, God Eater, Green-skinned Big Bug, Falling Flowers Have a Way, Calm Otaku, Love is Like a Play, You Are the Movie Emperor, Salty Fish Soaking in Water, Misunderstood by a Thousand Miles, Triangle Park, Righteous Demon King, Smiling Soft Candy, Corner of the Masses Ding, Author Soft and Powerless, Like Flowing Water, Brother Liunian, Xiao Zhi, g9g, and so on and so forth. Sorry, there are still too many names I haven't written down...

We met through this book, and I really shouldn't have worried everyone and caused them so much trouble. So I'll just keep updating more, doing my best and not slacking off. I'll update as much as I can until I'm completely out of updates (but mine is huge, so I should be able to handle it).

That's all for now. I still have some time, so I'll continue updating!

Chapter 177 Who is the Servant?

On the dining table, bright red chili oil is bubbling and steaming, while marbled beef rolls are soaking in the hot water, looking alluring and mouthwatering.

We had sukiyaki for lunch.

Originally, it should have been some noodles with sauce that you could slurp up, and golden-brown, crispy chicken tempura, but since guests suddenly came over, Aunt Akiba probably felt that this was a bit too simple, so she changed it to sukiyaki.

The two siblings had clearly planned this trip in advance: high-grade beef, fine desserts, expensive kimono buckles, and a set of high-end fishing rods... The bags and packages were filled with carefully selected high-quality items, which couldn't possibly have been bought casually on the road!

Moreover, all of this pleased Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiba.

Kotekawa Kami felt more and more that this city girl's schemes were incredibly sophisticated—she had somehow learned so much about his hometown without him even noticing!

Terrifying! Terrifying! But...

At this moment, Kotegawa Kami was stirring the sesame paste in the bowl. He neither liked nor was used to dipping it in raw egg white.

When faced with delicious food, it's naturally more important to fill your stomach first; everything else can wait.

Shirakawa Kurumi peeked into his bowl, found it intriguing, picked up her own bowl, and drank the raw egg inside in one gulp. Then, imitating him, she replaced it with sesame paste.

Kotegawa Kami couldn't help but glance sideways, inexplicably thinking of that meme of a little girl with a disgusted face from his past life.

Shirakawa Kurumi seemed to realize his dislike, and immediately became anxious, opening her mouth and bringing it close: "It doesn't smell bad at all, smell it if you don't believe me!"

Kotekawa Kami didn't really want to smell it, but he still caught a whiff of the faint jasmine scent on her body. Instinctively, he raised his hand and pressed it against her head.

This scent has a familiar feel to it; I think I smelled it at my home in Tokyo not long ago... on Mikazuki.

Could it be that they used the same brand of perfume?

However, Mikazuki never wears perfume; she smells wonderfully herself, the kind of fragrance you can never get enough of.

He pondered, but his mind seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't remember anything. So he asked, "Are you wearing jasmine perfume?"

"Jasmine?" Shirakawa Kurumi, who was rubbing her head against his palm as if no one else was around, suddenly froze, gave him a strange look, then moved back, chair and all, to Aunt Akiba's side, and started stirring the sesame paste, as if she had instantly changed personality.

Kamiko Kotekawa stared blankly, wanting to ask more questions, but Aunt Akiba slapped her on the head.