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

Kotekawa Kami regretfully withdrew his gaze. The Oni Princess was now like a frightened bird, hovering at a safe distance in the air, and for the time being, there was really no way to deal with her.

He revealed himself and looked at the giant monk in his complete form.

The latter's gaze instantly locked onto him.

"Die!" The giant monk used his massive body as a weapon, charging forward like a cannonball with unparalleled power. Dust and sand swirled in all directions, and blood mist rippled outwards. This time, even if someone was pierced by the longsword, as long as they weren't instantly killed, it would definitely be Kotegawa Kamimi who died!

Kotekawa Kami exhaled a puff of white air, his body surging with boundless true energy like the ocean. He drew a Tai Chi symbol, and in the instant the giant monk rushed in front of him, his entire being transformed into ultimate softness.

"Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain; let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines over the great river."

The giant monk's charge missed its mark.

With a low shout, Kotekawa Kami grabbed the giant monk with both hands with the force of uprooting a mountain, and then, with the force of the swing, flung it away.

"How is this possible!" The giant monk, who had lost his balance, roared in shock and anger.

In an instant, Kotekawa Kamimi drew his longsword from the ground and rushed to the creature before it hit the ground. The tip of the sword grazed its chest, leaving only a spark.

"Hmm?" He tilted his head slightly, and true energy flames instantly ignited on his longsword. The tip of the sword pierced through it, amidst his rapidly changing expression.

Kotekawa Kami stepped forward and turned around, his other longsword drawing an arc of light in the air.

Half of his right arm, thicker than an average person's thigh, slammed heavily to the ground.

With his "all-arm" technique, Kotekawa Kamimi is no longer a one-handed swordsman.

The giant monk endured the pain, clenched his left fist, and slammed it down hard, creating a deep pit covered with cracks in the ground. Then, it instantly changed its fist into a palm and grabbed the severed arm.

Kotegawa Kami didn't believe that it would eat itself, nor did he believe that the severed arm it ate would grow back, but he didn't rule out the possibility.

Two beams of clear, dark sword light flashed and intersected, the longsword aimed at the throat.

Realizing that even strengthening his body was useless, the giant monk dared not take the blow head-on anymore and fled in a sorry state, but two bloody wounds were still slashed on his back.

Seeing that its strength had not diminished, Kotekawa took a large step forward and instantly caught up with it, intending to slit its throat.

"Wait! Wait!" The giant monk, having exhausted all hope of victory, finally succumbed to fear. It roared, its body rapidly shrinking back to its original monk form, and without hesitation shouted, "I am Mokichi, a monk from Tento-ji Temple! I am human!"

"Pfft..." A bald head flew up, its face still showing disbelief. Before it could fall back down, it was pierced through by another longsword and stuck in the sand.

Kotekawa Kami looked at its head and frowned: "Even if it's a human, do you think I wouldn't dare to kill it?"

Mogi's headless body fell to the ground, blood mist drifted over, and a layer of blood sand covered it.

Kotegawa Kami turned around and looked up at the Oni-hime who was still flying in the air.

In truth, if the giant monk hadn't suddenly betrayed him twice, he might not have been able to deal with them so quickly.

The demon princess was terrified.

Especially after seeing Maoji's head cut off, it was terrified. It flew even faster, having already lost all will to fight. Now it only hoped that this strange place would disappear as soon as possible so that it could escape.

Seeing that his eyes were getting a little blurry, Kotekawa sighed and said something seemingly out of the blue: "Have you ever heard of Nightmare?"

"Nightmare?" Upon hearing this, the ghost princess in the air suddenly realized.

As its colleague who was second only to it at the time, it naturally understood!

So it was Nightmare helping him! No wonder, no wonder it couldn't detect this human's approach no matter what it did, it was already in Nightmare's domain!

"Nightmare! Why! Why help a human!" it screamed, its feelings at this moment perhaps similar to those during the calamity.

Seeing that it was going crazy, Furutakawa Kami reached out and pinched a few grains of blood-red sand, rubbing them between his fingertips, and said, "Do you know? The most expensive land in Tokyo is actually cemetery plots. Even an ordinary cemetery plot costs at least three million yen per square meter. And even though it's so expensive, if you want to buy a plot, you still have to draw lots and win a lottery, and then you have to rely on luck to get a place. If you're poor, you can only share a plot with other dead people. Twenty urns of ashes are crammed together in a four-square-meter plot. It feels even more tragic than when you were alive."

He dropped the fine sand, clapped his hands, and sighed to the ghost princess in the sky: "I thought I had earned enough money, but in fact, it was just wishful thinking! I spent half of my savings on just two burial plots. I hope she will like this gift."

The desperate ghost princess in the sky neither understood nor cared to hear these words. She screamed the name of Nightmare, reminiscing about the happy times they had spent together as colleagues in the Evil Spirit Guild, trying to save herself.

Kotekawa Kami waved his hand dismissively, drew his longsword from the ground, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes: "Isn't this place huge? I have yellow sand and red sand, 24/7 music, and two of your former colleagues. And most importantly, I won't charge you! How about it? This is a great burial site, isn't it? I'm so envious of you."

The ghost princess in the air stiffened, her pupils lost their luster, and she was dragged into the nightmare, falling from the sky.

In an instant, several sword lights pierced the darkness.

Demon Princess, die!

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

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Legend of Tiandu Temple (Part Two)

After the Demon Princess died, the ancient battlefield shattered inch by inch. As Kotekawa Kamimi turned back, he glanced at the corpses on the ground. Countless blood-red sandstorms gathered and buried them completely.

Back in the uneven, open space, he dusted himself off, slowly walked into the cracked wall, found his backpack, took out his phone, and called Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

Then he sat down cross-legged and adjusted his internal energy and mind.

In the boundless sea of ​​the mind, several orbs of light of different colors floated quietly.

Not only the Oni Princess and the Giant Monk killed this time, but also a bunch of yokai that were killed a few days ago when saving Fujiwara Kaori.

He had no interest in identifying them one by one; as soon as his thoughts turned, all the orbs of light shattered.

[Merit: 40]

[Fist: Thirty-five]

[Sword: Thirty-Nine]

[Talent: Gluttony]

[Talent: Night Walk]

[Essence: Master Tianfang]

【Spiritual Essence: Demon Princess】

"..."

The young man stared at [Gluttony] and [Night Walk] for a long time, his expression somewhat strange, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Although he had just dismissed Oni-hime's clone, only he knew how much he actually craved it.

After all, a clone is a life, who wouldn't be tempted?

Unfortunately, I was unlucky and got the "Gluttony" and "Night Walk" traits.

It sounds like the innate abilities of a glutton and a night owl.

He sighed, feeling the vast and powerful inner energy within his body, and the overwhelming sense of strength within him. Only then did his disappointment lessen considerably.

"It's already good enough..."

The young man comforted himself in this way, and in doing so, he engraved the word "contentment" in his heart.

He "looked" at the last two spirits, leaving aside the Ghost Princess's for now, but mainly at the other one.

"Tenbozu... is it Mokichi's true form? Or is it a demon attached to him? This guy has the nerve to say he's human, he just looks like a human, right?" He scoffed inwardly and opened his eyes.

The night was pitch black and as cold as ice water.

However, Kotegawa Kami immediately spotted a pink lace-trimmed women's bra hanging on the balcony of a house about 300 meters away.

He subconsciously squinted, and once he was sure he could see it clearly, he suddenly stood up, completely stunned and bewildered.

It's not a hallucination!

There really was a pink lace-trimmed bra hanging over there!

And it's at least a D-cup, leaning towards a girlish style; the wearer's age should be... no, no! This isn't the time to think about that!

He shook his head repeatedly, looking around at the grayish-white cement walls that he could barely make out before. There were broken gray hollow bricks, rusty iron railings, and, further away, an empty Pocari Sweat bottle lying next to a trash can…

He was somewhat dumbfounded.

Why does it seem like everything I see now is clearer than it was during the day?

Could it be that "night travel" actually means "seeing things in the dark"?

Or is this just one of the manifestations of its capabilities?

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the air, and inexplicably took a deep breath through his nose, feeling an indescribable sense of clarity and ease.

He seemed to have completely adapted to the darkness, like a river flowing into the sea.

The surprises brought by the night walk were more than I had imagined.

"Although the Demon Princess is pitifully weak, she has quite a lot of good stuff! It's just a pity that I didn't get a second Demon Princess to kill, otherwise I might even have gotten her clones..."

Just as he was reflecting on this, a car with a special logo drove up and stopped at the intersection.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro came down and stared at him in disbelief.

Especially when seeing the numerous craters and rubble on the ground, one can't help but wonder: "Was this place bombed with a rocket launcher?"

"There's this self-proclaimed high priest of Tento-ji Temple; it's all his doing." A cheerful expression played on her lips as she picked up her schoolbag. "How's my home?"

“Only three brats came, and they’ve already been dealt with…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro shone a flashlight on him, looking at the coat that was barely better than a tattered rag, and was even more surprised. He frowned and said, “Tendoji? That name sounds familiar… Is the great priest of Tendoji particularly strong?”

This was the first time he had ever seen Kotegawa look so disheveled.

Kotekawa Kami looked down at himself and hummed in agreement: "Its power is quite exaggerated, and there's also Oni-hime beside it. The two of them together won't be easy to deal with."

Actually, if it weren't for the "nightmare," he would have run away long ago.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro remained silent.

Fighting two opponents alone, and in the end only one piece of clothing was ruined?

Who's exaggerating? Who's going too far?

This question was beyond his imagination. He stood there stunned for a while before turning around and saying, "Let's leave this godforsaken place first and find somewhere to eat."

Kotekawa Kami assessed his condition and shook his head: "I'll skip today. I'm very sleepy and need to get some sleep."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro paused, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "By the way, there's something I need to tell you first, so you can be prepared."

"……how?"

"I didn't have time to think much during the fight, so the house got a little damaged."

"The wall is damaged? It's fine!" Kotekawa Kami waved his hand.

He invited Ishikawa Yasuhiro over this time just in case, and he did manage to prevent it.