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

"Don't overthink it. Let's pack our things and go back before it gets dark," Kotekawa Kamimi urged.

With a local deity presiding over Shirakawa Shrine, its safety is not absolute, but it's definitely not something a simple creature like Piao-chan can cause.

The two girls went back to their rooms and tidied up. Not long after, they each came out with a suitcase.

"Why don't you go over there too?" Shirakawa Kurumi hesitated and said, "Let's hide there first and let the Special Division handle it."

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others," said Kotegawa Kami earnestly.

If the Special Section were truly reliable, we wouldn't be in such a passive situation now.

Given the skill level of those people, if a truly peerless monster were to suddenly appear, at least two-thirds of this country would be wiped out.

Perhaps it is because of the protection of the gods that life can be so peaceful.

But what if one day the gods get tired and don't want to protect humanity anymore? Wouldn't the world fall into chaos again then?

He looked down at the sword in his hand, his eyelids drooping slightly. Although he could kill the calamity, it was certainly not the most powerful monster. So the days of living a carefree and peaceful life were still far from coming.

Perhaps no one can live a peaceful life.

"Perhaps only the high and mighty gods can live like this... Even if the world is destroyed, it might not affect them."

"Become a god... Can a human live to become a god?" Kotekawa Kami asked, his eyes somewhat blank.

However, if there truly is such a path to godhood, he would likely become an immortal as well…

"So, is it possible to become an immortal?"

Kotegawa Kami had never thought about this question before, because he had never fantasized about becoming an immortal or anything like that.

He thought for a while, then shook his head, deciding to put the thought aside for the time being.

Gods and immortals are too ethereal and unreal.

Life is pretty good now. I practice my skills and meditate every day. When I reach the right age, I will get married and become a god with my beloved girl.

Yes, although this god is not that god.

But who knows, those gods and immortals might actually be living happily?

Perhaps life in the future will be just as nerve-wracking, unpleasant, and uneasy as it is now, but living the life of a wealthy man basking in the sun every day seems rather boring.

"Hmm..." He regained his composure and threw all those unrealistic thoughts into the trash heap.

Let things take their natural course and enjoy every day.

He hailed a taxi at the door, stood in the sunset, and silently watched them leave.

Only after the car disappeared did he turn around, go inside, pick up his bowl, and eat the dinner that Mikazuki had just prepared.

A few minutes later, Mikazuki and Kurumi each sent a message saying they had arrived at Shirakawa Shrine.

The young man put down his phone, temporarily putting aside some of his worries.

He buried himself in his food, preparing for the possible battle that night.

Just then, Kotori Hana-mai's voice came from the doorway: "Furutegawa, may I come in?"

He was taken aback, then hurriedly got up and went to the entrance. He looked left and right, then looked at her standing at the door and whispered, "There might be danger here. Let's go home first."

"Danger?" Takanashi Hanamai looked up at the sky and chuckled. "Does that mean the weather is getting cloudy and it's going to thunder?"

"The sky is getting dark? But the sun was shining just now..." Kotekawa Kami suddenly looked up, watching the sky darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he pulled the little bird, Huawu, into the house, then slammed the door shut.

The little bird was startled by the dancing flowers.

Kotekawa Kami took her back to his bedroom, rummaged through two boxes, found the Special Department uniform and protective armor, and began to change.

Takanashi Hana, standing to the side, instinctively covered her eyes with both hands, her gaze peeking through her fingers: "Ugh, ugh... Kotegawa, calm down! I'm about to have a nosebleed."

Kotekawa Kami gave her a disapproving look, but he didn't care about that now.

He quickly changed his clothes, then dragged the girl, who was bleeding from the nose and feeling dizzy, upstairs to the second floor. He took two swords, searched around the house, stuffed a statue of a deity into her arms, and then they went downstairs together again. They sat on the sofa and waited patiently.

"Boom..." Thunder rumbled in the sky, and raindrops pounded down, making the windows rattle.

Furutekawa Kamimi activated his sense of smell, attempting to detect any possible foul odors.

Unfortunately, I couldn't smell anything.

The birds and flowers around me smelled wonderful, and I felt a wonderful fragrance emanating from them.

She must have just taken a shower...

"Furutegawa, may I put the deity on the table?" Takanashi Hanamai asked, struggling to hold the statue of the deity.

Kami Kotekawa nodded and said in a low voice, "Go get a blanket. We can stay here tonight."

The speed at which it got dark just now was unusual; perhaps Takanashi was being targeted as well.

Just as she put down the statue, Takanashi Hanabu, who was still rubbing her legs and shaking her hands, froze upon hearing this. Her cheeks flushed red, and she stammered, "I...I just saw Kurumi and Seisakusho leaving with their suitcases...I...I'm not ready yet!"

“Yes! They’re gone, and you’ve arrived… As for preparations, there’s no time.” Kotekawa Kami said softly as he sensed his surroundings.

"Too late?" Takanashi Hanamai looked bewildered. She looked down at herself, her head spinning, and said, "No, no, this won't do. We have to be prepared for this kind of thing."

"Don't panic!" Kotekawa Kami said calmly, sitting firmly in his seat. "Although this is somewhat unexpected, I'm prepared! With me here, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

The little bird, dizzy and disoriented, collapsed onto the sofa, her cheeks burning hot.

Could it be that... after tonight, she will take the most important step in her life?

Mom, your daughter is really going to grow up...

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

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Peaceful Night

Around 2 a.m., Takanashi was lying on her side on the sofa, her long legs curled up, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.

Kami Kotegawa, holding his sword, leaned against the sofa, dozing off in a half-asleep state.

A light rain was still falling outside the French windows, and the fresh, slightly cool air seeped in along the windowsill, making the sleeping bird, Bird Dance Flower Dance, subconsciously tug at the blanket around itself.

Kotekawa Kami opened his eyes, turned his head to look at himself, straightened his supporting left leg, and stretched slightly.

He patted his cheeks vigorously, perked up, stood up, and, sword in hand, patrolled around the house.

For someone who works from sunrise to sunset, this time of day is roughly when they are most tired and least alert.

Similarly, this is also the most dangerous time.

If that ghost princess, Piao-chan, knew how powerful he was and wanted revenge, there's a high probability she would choose this time.

This time, the opponent is cunning, at least in terms of intelligence, it is better than the disaster.

Of course, it's also possible that the calamity felt that an evil god was paving the way for him, so he had nothing to fear.

Kotori Hanamai, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly woke up. She sat up, her eyes still blurry with sleep, and looked around, calling out, "Furutegawa?"

"I'm here!" Kotekawa Kami came out of his bedroom, carrying a bed.

The legs of the little bird are so long that the sofa is not long enough to show them off.

But I'm not entirely comfortable letting her sleep in the bedroom; it's better for her to stay in the living room so that even if the house collapses, she can escape immediately.

Kotori Hanako sat up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and rubbed her eyes: "Why don't we just go to the bedroom to sleep?"

“No, the bedroom is too small.” He put the bed down and patted it: “It’s yours now.”

Takanashi Hanamai collapsed onto the bed, stretching out her long, beautiful legs: "The bed is so comfortable!"

Kotekawa Kami plopped down on the sofa, hugging his sword, his eyes slightly narrowed: "Go back to sleep."

The little girl wasn't sleepy, so she rolled over and nudged his back with her knee: "Kotegawa?"

"Ok?"

"What exactly happened tonight?"

"Tonight, tonight is going to be haunted!" Kotegawa Kami warned her, "Go to sleep now, or you'll have nightmares."

"Haunted? I'm not afraid of ghosts! Aren't you here?" She turned around and brought her head closer to him: "Kotegawa, do you already know?"

"Know what?"

"It was that night during Golden Week..."

"Oh, it's you!"

"No way! Don't talk nonsense! I never stole a kiss from you!"

"..."

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

However, this delicate moment was quickly broken by a rumbling stomach.

The bird, playing among the flowers, subconsciously changed the subject: "I'm hungry."

Kotekawa Kami put down his sword, stood up, and smoothed out his sleeves: "Wait a minute, I'll go order some noodles."

"Hmm, does Kotegawa know how to cook?"

"I've been learning from Mikazuki these past few days." Kotekawa Kamimi opened the refrigerator door and took out round udon noodles, bean sprouts, bok choy, canned marinated chicken, chili oil, and the famous fermented soybean paste.

Little Bird Dance Flower Dance ran over, looked her up and down, and asked, "Do you want to make soup udon?"

“No, I prefer to call it spicy noodles,” Kotekawa Kamimi said casually.

"Spicy noodles? This is the first time I've heard of this name."

"This noodle dish is spicy, sour, sweet, and tangy, with a rich and delicious flavor. Once you've had the first bowl, you'll definitely want a second one."

"No, no, no, two bowls are too much. I'll just have a little."

Half an hour later, the spicy noodles, bubbling with an enticing sweet and sour aroma, were ready. Kotekawa Kamimi ladled out two bowls and brought them to the living room, placing them in front of Takanashi: "Try it."

The little bird, rubbing its hands together, said, "I won't be polite!"

She picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of soup, puffed out her cheeks, blew on it a few times, and then slurped it all down in one go.