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

It's neither too close nor too far; it's already within inescapable territory.

At first glance, she looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a sailor uniform and a pleated skirt, revealing her fair and straight legs, and her long hair, which reached her eyebrows, was neatly styled.

But his complexion was too pale, and his facial features were very disproportionate, with a crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and a bulbous nose, making him look quite awkward.

However, ignoring her face, it must be said that she truly lives up to her reputation as a Tokyo native. She's quite different from people from the countryside; she knows how to dress. Although she looks frightening, if you only look at her from behind, she's still quite presentable.

Anyway, it was much fresher than the uniform white dresses and triangular headscarves worn by everyone in the mountains, all stained with blood.

And look at their gear: sailor uniform, pleated skirt.

Compared to this, the group in the mountains looks incredibly poor.

This "Floating Sauce" has a sinister face, with drops of blood seeping from the corners of its eyes.

"Come on, let's play some fun games!"

Kotekawa Kami, too lazy to speak, leaned slightly forward, the tip of his longsword pointing diagonally at the ground.

At this distance, it can't escape anyway.

Although the sword in my hand is not yet sharpened, it's so powerful that even a single finger could easily pierce it to pieces.

The cracks on "Piaojiang's" face were spreading outwards, and her nose, mouth, and eyes were all separated from each other. No wonder her features were not harmonious, and her mouth and eyes were crooked. It seems that this was due to the frequent cracking.

Kami Kotekawa, who was about to rush forward, paused, then inexplicably raised his hand and said, "Wait!"

The still-cracked Piao Jiang, with her face covered in mosaic, stared at him with a "mysterious" gaze.

Kotekawa looked him up and down, his eyes showing hesitation: "Are you the Rift Woman?"

The woman with the split jaw revealed her bright red teeth, blurred out with mosaic: "You know too late!"

Too late? No, no, no!

Furutekawa Kami perked up.

The woman who splits apart seems to be a wanted person!

I thought I had just encountered a lowly henchman, but it turns out he was actually a hidden leader.

It's truly thanks to the blessings of our ancestors and our master.

He took out his phone and called the branch of the Special Operations Division.

First, I want to find out about the woman who split her hair; second, I want to make a report so that it will save them time in verifying the information later.

After all, it's getting late. Doing a little more to help others is also helping yourself.

The call connected quickly.

He spoke a little quickly: "Hello, I've encountered the Cracked Woman. I'd like to ask for some more detailed information, such as where I am regarding the bounty mission. Should I run away first? No, it's very weak, isn't it? I'm not lying! No, I'm not making fun of you! I really encountered it! If you don't believe me, I can give it my phone number. 17300 What is this?"

Doodle

The phone call was abruptly disconnected.

Hearing the dial tone on his phone, Kami Kotekawa was greatly astonished.

Ugh, that person is so rude! How could they just hang up on someone like that?

He frowned. Never mind, we'll talk about that later. Let's deal with the woman with the split jaw first.

He opened the app he frequently used, which contained a complete bounty mission process.

Since the Rift Woman really exists, there must be bounty missions related to her.

Without looking up, he said, "Wait a moment, I need to go through some procedures first."

This time, the woman with the split jaws didn't give him any more time. She pulled a sharp knife from deep within her skirt, her face quickly splitting open, and screamed as she lunged forward: "Come and become one with me!"

Kami Kotekawa was still waiting for the mobile webpage to refresh; the internet speed here seemed to be slow.

But the woman with the mosaic-covered head was already about to rush towards his face.

Kotegawa Kami sighed.

If one or two of them have no patience at all, fine, then I'll just take you to the special ward.

I'll also meet the guy who hung up on me.

Chapter Nine has no other meaning.

The Special Division in Bunkyo Ward is located at the southernmost part of Hakusan-cho, right next to Nishikata-cho and Koishikawa-cho, which is roughly the geographical center.

Operator Junko Nitta, number 005, took the receiver away from her ear, listened to the incessant chatter on the other end, and then hung up with a "click."

Her colleague sitting across from her looked up and said sympathetically, "Another harassing call? This is the eighth one tonight, isn't it?"

Like the police station, the Special Division's phone line must be open 24/7, and the staff responsible for answering the calls work in shifts.

This kind of place, especially at night, is where the most things happen, and it's also the most complicated.

In addition to dealing with regular work, they also have to deal with all sorts of strange and harassing phone calls.

For example, right now, Junko-chan, who just hung up the phone, had already received seven harassing calls in a row... It was really torturous.

Junko Nitta was exhausted; she truly hadn't expected this job to be so difficult.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an easy life.

She looked at her senior across from her and said with a wry smile, "It's even more outrageous than harassing phone calls... He said he could let the woman with the split jaw answer the phone."

The senior was stunned for a moment, then said with a laugh, "That's really outrageous."

Even she had never heard of such a thing.

Let a monster answer the phone? Why not bring it to the branch office as a guest?

Looks like another guy who orchestrated this whole thing himself.

Having satisfied her gossipy desires, the senior colleague offered a gentle reminder: "Junko-chan, even if the other party might have lied, hanging up the phone like that just now could easily lead to a complaint."

Junko Nitta nodded silently; she had indeed acted impulsively just now.

But it's nothing, since it was just a false police report. He should be grateful that they're not causing him any trouble.

Besides, she's not a customer service representative for a phone company, so she doesn't have to cater to anyone.

……

About half an hour later, the young man from the countryside, accompanied by the crooked-mouthed and slanted-eyed JK girl, arrived at the vermilion torii gate at the outermost part of the "Special Department Bunkyo Branch".

The "Special Division" is built according to the architectural specifications of ancient "shrines" or "temples," and the specific appearance of the finished product depends entirely on the approach of the person in charge.

The branch in Bunkyo Ward, like the one in Ina City, looks like a large shrine at first glance.

This torii gate is located at the very outermost edge of the "Special Section," quite a distance from even the security booth at the entrance.

But Kotegawa Kami could not go any further.

This torii gate is the "doorway" of the "gods".

Outside the door is the human world, inside is the "divine realm," under the watchful eye and protection of the gods. Any demons or monsters that dare to step inside will surely be annihilated.

Kotekawa Kamimi took out his phone from his pocket and searched for bounty missions related to the "Cracked Woman".

This time, no one bothered him.

The split-faced woman, who had just been screaming and wanting to "merge" with him, finally calmed down after a long period of heart-wrenching cries and the realization that escape was hopeless.

It stood a little over a meter away from Kotegawa Kami, held up by a black lacquered wooden scabbard, its eyes vacant and its face filled with despair.

The knife in his hand had naturally been confiscated long ago.

You can't beat them, you can't escape them, and every slap you take hurts terribly... literally speaking, it really is a matter of life and death.

Today is the most painful day of its ghostly existence.

The internet speed here is good, and Kotegawa Kami quickly found what he wanted.

On the app, there is only one bounty mission for the Cracked Woman, and the apparent reward is only 5,000 yen.

Kotegawa Kami was not discouraged.

This 5,000 yen is only a reward for providing valid clues; once you accept the offer, the next stage of the task will appear.

Now he can not only provide useful clues, but he can provide as many as you need.

Unfortunately, although he can provide a lot of information, the reward can only be paid after verification. Once verified, it will be known that the Cracked Woman is with him, and all the clues he provides will fall into one category.

Whether you accept it or not is not their business.

Those with large families and powerful businesses don't care what a part-time worker thinks.

The humble worker obediently applied for and accepted the task, sized up the split-faced woman, and gave a brief description.

"His eyes are reversed, his mouth is upside down, and he loves to show off..."

No wonder he always felt something was off about this split-faced woman; it turned out her eyes and mouth were reversed and different sizes.

He frowned, then uploaded and submitted the file.

After the submission was successful, the mobile phone page refreshed and displayed the message "Verifying".

Below this line is the next stage's bounty mission: "Provide specific location," with a reward of 100,000 yen.

Kotegawa Kamimi turned on GPS and uploaded his location.

The page refreshed again, and a new question appeared: "Has it been downgraded?"

This time he didn't choose it; he temporarily turned off the phone screen and held it in his hand.

There's no need to do anything else for now. Wait until the people inside come out and verify these two things before proceeding with the physical removal.

Before the man and the ghost could wait more than a few minutes, a large group of people rushed out of the torii gate, carrying pitchforks, nets, and handcuffs...

Kami Kotekawa quickly glanced around and saw that most of the people who came were special agents from the Special Division, that is, official hunters, while people like him were just individual hunters.

He had seen the methods these commissioners used to demote him before.

They typically use specially made bullets, specially made blades, as well as Yin-Yang techniques and talismans, etc.

The two groups sized each other up for a while through the torii gate.