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

He pondered for a moment, mobilized his inner energy, and then... a miracle happened with his big foot!

"Bang!" The entire door was instantly dented.

The young man lifted his foot again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After four consecutive kicks, the door finally gave way, unable to withstand his brutality, and the door frame collapsed.

The lively atmosphere inside the house remained undiminished; the loud banging of the door did not disturb their merriment at all.

We'll still drink and dance as usual.

Only the working class who were struggling to maintain the "nightmare" sighed and stepped inside.

The office wasn't small; besides the desk facing the door, there was a small cubicle inside.

The rhythmic and much clearer sounds of slapping and teasing came from the cubicle.

Hearing the sound, he moved, used his sword sheath to lift the curtain, and looked inside.

The first thing you see is a white back with a reddish tinge.

A burly man, around thirty or forty years old, was lying on the bed, panting and looking quite relaxed.

Beside the bed stood two tall female entertainers dressed in black leather jackets and pants, with small winged eye masks on their faces. They were holding small leather whips and forcefully lashing the big man's back and buttocks with each stroke.

The scene was inexplicably cringeworthy. Kotekawa Kami was also surprised that city people really knew how to have fun. He stepped inside, shushed the two women who noticed him, and waved.

The two women stared at the gleaming sword in his hand, swallowing hard and nodding fearfully. They threw down their whips and fled in panic.

Kotekawa Kami stood in front of the bed, looking at the little boss's neck, which was smooth and shiny with oil or sweat, and then at his own fist. After hesitating for a moment, he looked around and found a handy bronze incense burner. He carried it to the bed, found the right spot, raised it high, and smashed it down.

The burly man, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting to enjoy himself, suddenly trembled and fainted.

Kotekawa Kami first put the incense burner back, then looked at the point of light that had appeared between his eyebrows. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and his thoughts seemed to transform into a stream of light, rushing into the light between his eyebrows.

……

The mind of this unnamed low-ranking member of the Oni-shou group was a jumble of chaotic thoughts. Kotegawa Kami stood in the dark, yellowish mid-air, looking down at the mosaic-like ground below.

Because the content is so offensive and even offensive, I will not describe it in detail.

Kotekawa Kami flew elsewhere and burrowed into the memories of the minor leader. In a short time, he had seen all the dirty and dark things in the memories.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa was right. The Oni-gumi really did engage in the trafficking of women, and even abducted children in remote villages, selling them not only to various places but also to deeper mountains.

Having searched through all his memories without finding any clues about Fujiwara Kaori, Kotegawa Kami pulled himself out of his thoughts and opened his eyes by the bedside.

He stood silently, raising his longsword slightly before lowering it again.

It is said that heroes use martial arts to break the law, but if someone commits a crime, there will be other, legitimate ways to bring them to justice.

He looked up, thought for three seconds, then considered the locals' temperament, and raised his longsword again.

A brief flash of sword light appeared under the lamp.

A fountain of blood splattered.

Kotegawa Kami has left.

Just leave it at that.

Murder is illegal and not worth it, but helping someone get rid of a source of trouble is something I can do.

Besides, he has always prided himself on being a kind person, so it's only natural for him to do good deeds.

The once bustling second floor had fallen silent at some point, and under the shadow of the "Nightmare," everyone was dreaming of being fried into meat patties by monsters.

Kotekawa Kami looked at each person one by one, his longsword flashing, and before long, he had helped many people get rid of their troubles.

He left with a sense of relief, and the world was spared a few more menaces. Even if it didn't have a major impact, it was still a good thing.

After leaving the Oni-Kuji, he made a phone call and told Ishikawa Yasuhiro about the evidence he had found—that they hadn't found any clues about Fujiwara Kaori, but had discovered that the Oni-Kuji had been deceiving, abducting, and trafficking women under the guise of "recruiting contract workers with fixed terms"—and that they had also discovered other evidence.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro adjusted the direction of his investigation and casually told him that the police would be there to handle the situation, advising him to leave as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone, Kotekawa Kami checked the direction and walked back the way he came.

The mass disappearances had little to do with the Oni-head Group—they were just a bunch of rats who couldn't stand the light of day and had absolutely no ability.

So everything has come full circle. Where exactly is Fujiwara Kaori?

And why did that female boss, who refuses to show her face but is rumored to be very powerful, specifically mention the Oni-head Group?

After all, there must be quite a few organizations with similarly egregious behavior to Onigumi, right?

There are even worse cases.

So he wanted to go back and ask about the situation again.

Of course, that's someone Ishikawa Yasuhiro knows, so he definitely won't resort to violence or any radical methods—if the other party really knows something, or has any clues about Fujiwara Kaori, then he'll pay any amount of money!

Anyway, someone will reimburse you!

The way back wasn't hard to find; his memory had always been exceptional.

But when he arrived at the location, he saw a pile of dilapidated house ruins, completely different from the store he had seen the first time he came here.

He looked up and around, made sure he hadn't come to the wrong place, then scratched his head and walked towards the dilapidated house.

An invisible, faint barrier stood in front of him.

"Huh? Could it be a barrier?" He pondered for a moment, then took a step.

And just as he was about to break through and enter...

A clear, reprimanding voice reached his ears: "Please wait a moment!"

Chapter Four This...

A sharp rebuke interrupted Kotekawa Kami's actions. He withdrew his foot and saw that the "ruins" in front of him had transformed back into a shop entrance with red lanterns lit up, exuding an ancient charm.

Pretty impressive... he thought to himself, glancing inside.

The mute girl who had played the shamisen for them earlier was frowning and glaring at him angrily.

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback and subconsciously looked around the courtyard inside the gate.

There was no one else in the courtyard.

That clear shout just now...

He looked at the mute girl in surprise.

Suddenly, a black cat leaped onto the mute girl's smooth, white shoulder, looked at her, and uttered a clear, sharp voice: "Human, what brings you here?"

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, glanced at the cat, then at the mute girl, and honestly apologized: "I'm sorry for coming here so abruptly again. I'd like to see your boss. The price is negotiable."

"How much?" The black cat jumped to the ground, climbed up the tree, and perched on a branch, looking down at him with a slight smirk. "Thirty million it is! If you can't come up with that, go make some money first, you brat!"

To think he'd been insulted by a cat! Kotekawa Kami lifted his eyelids, pulled out his card from his wallet, and waved it: "I need a receipt!"

Both the black cat and the mute girl were stunned, their faces filled with doubt.

That's thirty million! How could just any human being possibly come up with that?

The old woman who had been guiding the way earlier also appeared. She always had a smile on her face and was holding a card reader in her hand.

And just like that, 30 million was transferred away.

The old woman's smile froze for a moment, and she turned to look up at the tree.

Kotekawa Kami took a receipt, glanced at the word "ramen" on it, and didn't bother to complain. He looked up and calmly stared at the black cat.

The nature of things has changed.

If the black cat dares to say it was just teasing him, then he'll have no choice but to settle the score with it, including the scolding he just received.

The mute girl also looked up at the black cat.

The black cat remained silent; it had only spoken casually before... but now, it suddenly found itself in a difficult situation.

After all, it's just a cat; how could it possibly make decisions for the boss?

Its eyes flickered, and it took a small step back, saying to the old woman, "Alright, I'm not playing anymore! Give him his money back! As for the human, we're even now, so I won't hold your offense against you..."

Kotekawa Kami refused to accept a refund, slowly took off the travel bag on his back, took out the sword pouch from it, and then took out the longsword from the sword pouch.

The mute girl standing in the courtyard felt inexplicably panicked.

He looked at the black cat again and asked, "So you were just teasing me?"

"I..." The black cat opened its mouth, but suddenly its fur bristled, and it felt a chill for no reason, as if the consequences of speaking out would be severe.

It took a few more steps back, shouting, "I don't want to play anymore! I don't want to play anymore!"

Kami watched it leave, then looked at the mute girl and said politely, "Isn't what you're doing unfair? If you really don't want me to see you, you can just refuse directly. Why play games with me like this? Do you really think I'm made of clay and have no temper? So, please go and say hello to your boss first. If you don't see him in ten minutes, then I'll have no choice but to tear this place down and meet him in a way that's not pleasant for anyone."

The mute girl gave him a deep look, lifted her skirt to reveal her fair legs, and turned to run into the house.

Only the old woman, who was standing in front of the god Kotegawa, remained, wanting to run but unable to move due to her weak legs.

Kotegawa Kami didn't make things difficult for her. He believed that every wrong had its perpetrator and every debt its debtor, and he never took his anger out on innocent people.

He took out his phone and started timing.

But soon, the bell rang, and a plump orange cat ran out. It was none other than the same cat that had brought them the bamboo tubes earlier.

However, unlike before, this cat was wearing a collar around its neck with a large bell hanging from it.

The eerie allure I had felt in the room before spread back.

Furutekawa Kami's eyes blazed with anger.

He narrowed his eyes, and "Nightmare" was activated.

The cheerful, chubby orange cat immediately bristled, dropped the bamboo tube it was carrying in its mouth, and turned to run away.

Kotegawa Kami was somewhat surprised.

Does this cat seem to be able to sense nightmares?

He withdrew his talent, stepped inside, picked up the bamboo tube, and pulled out the slip of paper inside.