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

"Hmm, it's a game development company, but what they'll sing hasn't been decided yet. Maybe it'll be a character's support song, or maybe it'll be a game insert song or something." Takanashi Hanamai frowned slightly, puzzled. "This time, the partner seems to distrust the internet. They insist on meeting offline to discuss the details of the collaboration."

"Oh, is the pay high?"

"Mmm! The price for this commission is quite high!" Takanashi Hanamai happily held up three slender white fingers: "The commission alone is 800,000 yen!" [Note]

"Wow, impressive!" Kotekawa Kami praised, then asked, "But why hold up three fingers? Doesn't that mean '180'?"

The little bird, Hanako, looked down and glanced around, then snorted, "I like to gesture like this, so what?"

Chapter 40 Deep Cooperation (4300)

"What do I need to do as an agent?" Kotekawa Kami changed the subject, taking the opportunity to learn how to play his current role well.

"Leave all this to me, you just need to sit properly next to me."

"Wouldn't that make me a completely mindless bodyguard? Agents should have work to do too, right? At least give me a few points. Don't worry, I'll handle it!"

"Hmm...then I'll pick out any potential traps or unreasonable conditions in the agreement, refuse rude or excessive requests, decline invitations to dinners, and avoid any inappropriate contact...it would be even better if you could give me some advice when I'm in a difficult situation!" She pondered and said, "These are things my mother usually does, can Kotegawa do it?"

After a moment's thought, Kami Kotekawa chuckled and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me! I guarantee that no one will be able to trick you this time!"

"Then I'll leave it to you! If you get stage fright, I won't be responsible for you!" the girl teased him.

"Stage fright? That shouldn't exist in me." The young man shook his head slightly.

Regardless, he was still a bounty hunter who slew monsters.

So what is there to be afraid of?

Even if this time the client is a monster... that would make things even simpler.

The navigation on my phone beeped, indicating that we were about to arrive at our destination.

Kotekawa slowed down and looked around by the roadside. When he saw the sign for "C-1 Pictures Co., Ltd.", he turned on his turn signal and pulled over, casually remarking, "Looks like a pretty big company."

Takanashi, in the passenger seat, also leaned out and said, "It seems to be a very young company. They only have one game, and they're not very well-known yet."

The car stopped in the parking space in front of the company. Kotekawa Kamimi opened the car door, straightened his suit and sunglasses, looked around, and strode forward.

Little Bird put on a baseball cap, mask, and light-colored glasses in the car, then followed behind him with small, quick steps.

As soon as Kotegawa pushed open the door, a girl ran out and almost bumped into him. He dodged to the side, glanced at her, and slightly raised his eyebrows.

The girl who ran outside covered her mouth with one hand, and there were obvious tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

Takanashi Hanamai, who was behind, didn't react in time, but Kotegawa pulled her back, preventing them from colliding.

She was startled and stared at the girl's retreating figure with a look of surprise and doubt.

"It's alright, don't be afraid, I'm here." Kotekawa Kami said softly, then looked away and went inside.

The room on the first floor is very small, with only a reception desk and a large cartoon logo background printed on the wall behind the desk.

The sounds upstairs were quite noisy, including footsteps, shouts, and what sounded like a girl crying.

Kotegawa Kami tilted his head slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Is this really a game development company?

He thought for a moment, then asked the little bird, Hanako, beside him, "Did you hear crying?"

Takanashi Hanamai was still wondering what had happened to the girl who had run away earlier. Upon hearing this, she was stunned for a moment and said blankly, "No, I didn't hear anything."

"Is that so?" Kote Kawakami's ears twitched; all the sounds he had just heard had now disappeared.

“There’s something a little strange…” He glanced at the security camera on the wall, which was facing the door, through his sunglasses.

The sound of hurried footsteps coming down the stairs came from one side of the stairwell.

The two turned to look, and a young man in a suit with a buzz cut, sweating profusely, strode over. With dark circles under his eyes, he was initially startled by Kotekawa Kami's height and attire, then smiled broadly and bowed deeply: "Hello, welcome to C-1 Pictures. Are you here to discuss business cooperation?"

Kotekawa Kami hummed in agreement, tilted his head slightly, and Takanashi Hanabu whispered a name in his ear.

He lowered his voice, trying to sound more mature: "We have an appointment with Mr. Fujiwara."

"So you had an appointment with the president? How rude of me!" The young man humbly peeked at Kotori Hanamai, his eyes brightening slightly. "Excuse me, is this 'Lord Sengo'?"

Takanashi nodded.

The young man looked her up and down, a strange light gleaming in his eyes, then praised her without reservation: "As expected! Everyone online says that Lady Sengo is a very beautiful girl, and it's true!"

Takanashi Hanamai smiled somewhat awkwardly; she was already so well covered up…

Furthermore, because she has never posted photos of herself online, what she looks like and what her real gender is have always been hot topics.

Kami Kotekawa extended his hand, exuding an imposing aura: "Hello, I'm a thug."

Little Bird Swimming Flower Dance suddenly gave him a quiet tap.

Under the young man's terrified gaze, he corrected himself, saying, "Sorry, I misspoke, I'm the agent."

"You really know how to joke..." The young man forced a smile, swallowed hard, and shakily reached out to shake hands before quickly withdrawing his hand, as if afraid of seeing the tattoo under Kotekawa Kami's sleeve.

He raised his hand and bowed, saying, "Please come upstairs, the president is in his office."

Kotekawa Kami strode forward and walked alongside him.

The young man instinctively squeezed into the corner.

Kotegawa said in a deep voice, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"My surname is Tian Shang, and I serve as the president's assistant." Tian Shang forced a smile, his eyes almost closing into slits.

"Assistant Tanagashi, a lady just left in a hurry. Is something wrong?"

Tian Shang's expression became slightly unnatural, but he forced a smile: "Please don't worry about it. It's just a minor dispute over our cooperation. It's nothing serious."

"Is that so?" Kotegawa replied nonchalantly. This guy wasn't telling the truth, but it didn't matter. There would be a time when he had to tell the truth even if he didn't want to.

Tian Shang sensed his indifference and breathed a slight sigh of relief. He then added an unnecessary explanation: "Actually, it's just a very minor dispute. Since you're the manager, you should understand."

Kotegawa Kami remained silent, his sunglasses radiating an invisible aura of coldness.

He doesn't know anything.

The three of them went upstairs.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the environment on the second floor. The second floor was a studio of nearly 100 square meters, but there were only two rows of desks, and about seven or eight people were working hard.

It doesn't matter what kind of work they do, but you can tell they're very nervous.

He looked around and then looked away.

None of the people were girls, and none of them showed any signs of crying.

He sniffed, and despite the strong scent of air freshener in the air, he still caught a faint, strange odor.

"Please wait a moment!" Tian Shang quickly walked to the door of the innermost room, knocked lightly a few times, opened the door a crack, and squeezed in from the side.

Kotegawa Kami tried to listen, but unfortunately he heard nothing.

He gave up and turned to look at Takanashi Hana. Takanashi was looking at the group of people working at their desks. She whispered, "It's so strange. How come such a big game company only has so few employees? And it doesn't seem to have any game equipment..."

"What do you mean?"

“Even small game companies have only a few dozen employees, after all, the workload of making a game is unimaginable…” she analyzed. “My mother and I have been to small game companies before and have seen their scale and atmosphere.”

Is it a company that only accepts outsourced work?

"That's far too few people. Even though this is the Kita Ward, it's still Tokyo! This workload is far from enough to maintain the normal operation and revenue of such a large company! Even if that's the case, why did they ask me to write music for them? This isn't their business at all!"

At this moment, Tanami came out of the president's office, and the two stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

With a forced smile, Tano said, "I'm so sorry to have kept you both waiting. Please come this way! The president has been looking forward to meeting Ms. Chigo!"

Kami Kotegawa followed, leading Hanako Takanashi into the president's office.

Tanaka stood outside the door and gently closed it.

Just before the door closed, Kotekawa Shinmi turned his head slightly. Outside the door, the few people who had been working intensely just moments before had put down their documents and were all looking at him with complex emotions in their eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, stood in front of the little bird, and surveyed the house, twitching his nose as he did so.

The room was well-lit, clean, and tidy, with no strange smells.

A plump, middle-aged man in a kimono is standing in front of the tea table, pouring tea.

He put down the teapot, a smile spreading across his face, his chubby cheeks puffing out. He leaned forward slightly and said in a very polite voice, "Nice to meet you. I am Makoto Fujiwara. Please have a seat! Please, both of you, have a seat!"

Kami Kotegawa and Hanako Takanashi walked to their seats.

Kotekawa, acting as his manager, extended his hand and shook hands with him. Although they were wearing sunglasses, Kotekawa could clearly feel that their eyes were truly meeting.

Kotekawa Kami, naturally unafraid, felt a surge of confidence rising within him.

Masahiro's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his smiling expression.

The three of them took their seats.

The agent diligently fulfilled his role, taking a folder from his small floral backpack and handing it over with both hands: "President Shindo, this is a rough plan written by Ms. Chigo based on your company's general requirements. Please take a look."

Masahiro took it with both hands, examined it carefully, and then exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of Ms. Sengo, your idea is brilliant!"

"You flatter me." Takanashi Hanamai bowed slightly and asked earnestly, "Mr. Shindou, what kind of song would you like?"

"It's just a side story; the details are all in here." Fujiwara patted the file folder beside him, his smile undiminished. "Ms. Sengo's abilities are beyond doubt, and I believe this will be a very pleasant collaboration."

Kotori Hana-mai was slightly taken aback. "You're so kind. I'll make a sample as soon as possible for your reference."

“There’s no rush. Our game development hasn’t even started yet, so we have plenty of time.” Fujiwara said, glancing at Kami Kotekawa, then turning to Hanako Takanashi, “The main reason we invited Ms. Sengo here is to ask if she’s interested in a deeper collaboration with us.”

"I'm sorry, I don't sign contracts." Takanashi Hanamai shook her head and refused without even thinking.

She only wanted to be a freelance singer, and her future dream was not to become a full-time singer, so she never considered signing with an agency, let alone a game company like this that was somewhat questionable.

“No, no, no, of course it’s not about signing you.” Fujiwara’s smile vanished. “I just wanted to ask if you’re interested in participating in this game development project? If Ms. Chigo agrees, I would like to entrust all the background music needed for the game to Ms. Chigo.”

Takanashi Hanamai was taken aback: "Huh? All of them?"

A complete game may require more than just a few songs; it could use dozens.

Different scenes and different times require different music to express them.