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

The little bird covered its mouth as it danced among the flowers. This piece of gold was worth more than a year's worth of her singing!

Jia's head was spinning.

She has five thousand, no, eight thousand yen in pocket money a month.

More than ten million... that's... how many years' worth of pocket money?

She wasn't quite sure how to solve this problem.

Even Mikazuki Seishuu couldn't help but glance at it several times.

This was a fortune she had never seen in her entire life...

"It's just a windfall, a windfall. We'll all get a share later." Kotekawa Kamimi put down the firewood, trying to ease their disappointment, and explained, "You don't usually get to encounter something like this, do you?"

The girls thought about it carefully and nodded subconsciously.

It's really not something you'd encounter very often.

The little priest next to him suddenly became very diligent, lighting firewood, fetching water for him to wash his hands, and even giving him a clean towel.

Seeing that he was being taken care of so much, Kotekawa felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously said, "Don't worry, you'll get your share... Just be normal, I'm getting goosebumps."

The young priest didn't care. As long as it wasn't the kind of thing where the siblings had to share, it was fine. If it were, he wouldn't be able to compete with them.

He stood up and said, "I'm going back. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary!"

"Hey..." Kotekawa Kami stretched out his hand like Er Kang: "Let me squeeze in tonight."

His tent was flooded and uninhabitable.

"Sorry, there are no seats available!" The junior priest refused to budge on this matter.

"Huh? Aren't you all alone?" Kotekawa Kami asked, his eyes filled with surprise.

Shirakawa Kurumi tugged at his damp clothes and winked, "Even he has times when he can't say it! How about this, you can squeeze in with us tonight, we believe in you."

The girl opposite, Takanashi Hanamai, was taken aback. She bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and said, "I...we also have spare space in our tent!"

“I’m also willing to give you some space.” Yuka turned her gaze away from the gold and looked at Kotekawa Kami, finding him more and more pleasing to the eye.

Finally, Mikazuki Haruka, who hadn't spoken, reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

This was the first time Kotekawa Kami had received such treatment, and his heart couldn't help but flutter.

Although it may not necessarily be a good thing.

But at least this moment of being cared for is quite pleasant.

Chapter 194 I'm still a child

As night deepened, the ashes of the campfire were extinguished by a bucket of water. Kamiko Furudekawa, still lying in her chair, leaned back, resting her head on her arms, and gazed at the Milky Way.

Several girls, unable to resist their sleepiness, returned to their tents.

Although they were all happy and agreed to let him squeeze in.

However, the tent's dimensions simply prevented him from entering.

He was just too big (referring to his physique), the tent couldn't possibly hold him.

If they insist on squeezing in, then in the end, there might be three people with nowhere to sleep.

He also couldn't fit into the tent that the junior priest had bought, which was slightly larger than a single person's tent.

Left with no other choice, he could only dismantle his tent, shake off the water, put two chairs inside, and prepare to make do with it for the night.

There are some good points, though: the chairs he bought are folding chairs where you can put your feet up, similar to beach chairs, and they can also be used as a small bed when folded up, so they're not too uncomfortable.

Of course, if he chose to meditate, the night might pass in the blink of an eye. But in the wild, especially with a talking turtle in the lake, and especially since he had just beaten it up, he couldn't meditate peacefully and could only doze off.

Well, he regretted it a little.

Why choose to camp in this godforsaken wilderness? There's not a village or shop in sight.

Wouldn't it be better to soak in a hot spring at a hot spring hotel or rent a villa in a nice place?

He pulled the blanket closer to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

……

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, at the Bunkyo Special Division branch, which operates year-round.

Having just dozed off, Yasuhiro Ishikawa, sporting dark circles under his eyes, sipped his coffee while glancing at his assistant in front of him.

Since he was promoted to section chief a few days ago, all he has to do is work, oh, and his assistant is always walking around.

Because his previous assistant was already in the shape of the former section chief, his second action upon taking office was to strongly demand a replacement assistant.

And that's how Qiao Assistant came about.

This assistant did not disappoint him; he was someone that neither he nor the entire class could ignore.

"Why the hell am I working again? Was it this busy when that bastard Ando was in charge?" he thought expressionlessly, seriously suspecting that the previous section chief had neglected his duties and left all the work to him.

"That bastard..."

"Section Chief? Section Chief?" The female assistant raised her voice slightly.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro snapped out of his daze, rubbing his temples with a slight headache: "I can hear you!"

"Section Chief..." Qiao's assistant lowered his voice: "We just received intelligence that another mass disappearance has occurred in Shinjuku Ward, and the Special Division of Shinjuku Ward has sent you a request for assistance."

Upon hearing this, he immediately felt a headache coming on, frowning as he asked, "Another mass disappearance? Where? How many people are missing?"

“There are seven people in total, all women, ranging in age from nineteen to twenty-four. The locations where they disappeared are not fixed…” The assistant placed the tablet in front of him.

On the map of Shinjuku above, several red dots are flashing continuously.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro withdrew his gaze from her arm, looked at the map, and after a while, said with a serious expression, "This is the third incident, isn't it? And each time it involves seven or eight people, and there's not even a trace of anything in Shinjuku?"

"The Shinjuku authorities tried to have the female specialist disguised, but she also disappeared..." His assistant tapped on the tablet, pulled up a resume, and said in a low voice, "Her name is Chiku Meiyo, she is 25 years old, a specialist in the First Division, and she is one of the people who disappeared tonight. The Shinjuku authorities now suspect that some great monster is behind it."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at the photo booth picture a few more times; she was indeed a beautiful woman with big eyes and double eyelids.

He pondered for a moment, then stood up and casually said, "Get the car ready, let's go to Shinjuku and take a look."

"Yes!"

"By the way, have they assessed the level of danger of this incident?"

"According to the analysis information from headquarters, it is roughly at the level of difficulty seven."

"Difficulty level seven?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro paused, took a step back, and said expressionlessly, "Wait, I suddenly have a new idea, and I need some time to sort out my thoughts."

Secretary Qiao looked at him, completely bewildered.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro sat back down, pointed at the tablet, and asked with a thoughtful tone, "Did you notice anything?"

The latter honestly shook his head.

"Really not at all?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro asked, somewhat skeptical. "What did you do before? Didn't you study intelligence analysis?"

"No, I used to be a wrestler."

...He pointed to the center of the map and said, "Look, all the missing persons cases this time happened near Kabukicho, so there's good reason to suspect that there might be something fishy going on here. Go tell Shinjuku and have them investigate!" He took another sip of coffee, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said with a serious expression, "There are still five hours until dawn. I need a quiet space to think things over. You can go home now. We can talk about going to Shinjuku another day."

……

At five in the morning, after lying in a chair all night, Kotekawa Kami, who was slightly sore from muscle pain, opened his eyes, stood up, and moved his neck little by little.

Just as he was about to yawn and stretch, his phone suddenly rang.

He turned and crawled back into the tent, picked up the phone that had survived the night before, and was stunned when he saw that the caller was "Ishikawa".

He thought it was Aunt Qiuye calling.

He walked to the lakeside with his phone, a little reluctant to answer, but he knew that Ishikawa Yasuhiro wouldn't call unless it was urgent. So, when the phone rang for the third time, he pressed the answer button and said in a low voice, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, unaware of the situation, assumed he had woken Kotegawa Kami from his sleep and chuckled, "Kotegawa, how was your holiday? Was it alright?"

"You called first thing in the morning just to ask such a pointless question?"

"Ah, of course not!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro quickly said, "That Kotegawa... can he come back now? Please! Come back today? I'll find a nice place tonight to welcome you back..."

Kami Kotegawa remained unmoved: "If there's nothing else, then that's settled..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro on the other end of the phone sounded anxious, sweating profusely. He lowered his voice and said, "Kabukicho? You know Kabukicho, right? I'll take you there! And Roppongi! And, and..."

"Kabukicho?" Kotekawa Kami was taken aback, then instantly realized what that place was, and his expression immediately turned serious: "Ishikawa-san, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm still a child!"

Chapter 195 Returning to Tokyo

On the fourth day of Golden Week, at noon, Kotekawa Kamimi and his group packed their things and boarded the train back to Tokyo.

Aunt Qiuye patted his head helplessly, but didn't say too many words of reluctance. She and Uncle Jian saw them off at the station.

Anyway, summer vacation will start in two months.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Akiba and Uncle Kenji, Kotekawa Kami breathed a sigh of relief and, along with Mikazuki, Takanashi, and the others, moved to the Special Division's private carriage, where they sat and carefully cleaned their longswords.

The reason why I was in such a hurry to go back was not entirely because of the welcome dinner that Ishikawa Yasuhiro mentioned.

The main reason was another phone call. Fujiwara-sensei's granddaughter went missing last night and was probably in critical condition. The call first went to Ishikawa, and then, at Ishikawa's suggestion and direct instruction, the call was transferred to us.

It was then that he learned from Ishikawa why he had called Quehun'er so early in the morning.

In Shinjuku, a mass disappearance occurred one night during Golden Week.

They were all women ranging in age from thirteen to twenty-seven.

Faced with such a major and sudden event, the performance of the Shinjuku Special Division was extremely disappointing. Three days had passed, and the mass disappearances were still happening. The Shinjuku Special Division not only failed to find many clues, but also lost its own people.

According to Ishikawa, many important figures were furious that night, and they held one apology press conference after another, but all they did was keep bowing and apologizing, which was of no use.

Therefore, everyone thought of Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who was known as the "nemesis of evil spirits".

Then they placed high hopes on him.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was quite patient, enduring the pressure all night before finally making a call at 5 a.m.