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

A chilling killing intent, like a tsunami, pressed down on Fujiwara and Wada.

The two of them had lost all color in their faces.

Tanoue screamed, "We just took some photos! We just took some photos! We didn't do anything wrong!"

"Using spirits to set traps, coercing people, and imprisoning them—isn't that going too far?" Kotekawa Kami leaned down and looked at him. "Then translate for me, what does 'going too far' mean?"

Tian Shang burst into tears, terrified: "No, don't kill me! The boss forced me to do this, I... I had no choice."

Fujiwara's neck was quite thick, and the blades of the two swords were pressed tightly against his neck. Any slight movement would draw blood. The company president suddenly said, "You can't kill us! Unless you kill them all too! Call the police! Call the police!"

Kami Kotekawa squatted down, looked at him, and said slowly, "If the police come, will I become a criminal? And they are all good employees who 'voluntarily' appeared here and 'voluntarily' took photos?"

The composure that had just appeared on Fujiwara's face froze again.

“After all, you have the contracts they signed!” Kotekawa Kami patted his shoulder, pulled out the longsword stuck in the wall, and said gently under Fujiwara’s puzzled gaze, “It seems I have to show you what fear is before you know what fear is.”

Masahiro didn't know what he was about to face, but it couldn't be anything good. He kept shaking his head, his face full of pleading: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out! I'll give you money! You can have as much as you want! Just name a number! Please name a number?"

Kotekawa Kami looked calm and used only a fraction of his strength to deliver a powerful punch.

It wasn't that I was worried about him that I didn't dare to use force; it was just that I was afraid of using too much force and smashing his head open.

The Nightmare, invisibly invading, transformed in Fujiwara's mind into the Split Woman, into calamity, into a gigantic, foul-smelling demon princess, and then into a hideous giant monk...

These nightmares will always be with him.

Mafuwara's eyes were tightly closed, yet he seemed possessed by a ghost, howling incessantly, each wails more chilling than the last, as if he were suffering a torment worse than death.

“Go and atone for your sins…” Kotekawa Kami patted his shoulder, looked at Tagami, and said in a cold voice, “You have a chance to confess, otherwise, I guarantee I will send you to see the real hell.”

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Tanami broke down, tears streaming down her face, and began to accuse Fujiwara: "He's a pervert! He... he has congenital erectile dysfunction! He can only use tsukumogami to lure women over and then take their photos! He was already doing this when I joined the company! I was forced into it! I was really forced into it!"

"Think about it again. Is that really all?" Kotegawa Kami looked at him calmly.

Tian Shang's voice stopped abruptly, his fearful gaze darting around, and he kept repeating the same sentence: "I was really forced, I was really forced."

"Sigh..." The young man sighed in disappointment, stood up, kicked him against the wall, and blood splattered everywhere. Tian Shang immediately fainted.

He looked down at the long sword in his hand, remained silent for a long time, then looked at Tian Shang, stabbed him in the lower abdomen, pulled out the sword, spraying blood, turned around and went upstairs, took out his phone and called Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

More than ten minutes later, Yasuhiro Ishikawa arrived at the scene with his men and an ambulance.

A few minutes later, the three girls were taken away by an ambulance. Tane, who was bleeding from her abdomen, was lifted into another ambulance, while Matowara was dragged into the Special Division's vehicle like a dead dog.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa tossed aside his cigarette and stubbed it out, then sighed and said, "There are just too many cases of tsukumogami being used for bad things. Even though we're strict enough in these areas, it still happens all the time."

After all, they can't control the "family planning" of the spirits.

Kotekawa Kami patted him on the shoulder: "Anyway, if we find one, we'll have one less. It doesn't matter."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro chuckled, watching the ambulance drive away, and said, "Let's go find a place to have dinner together? We can also wait for their medical reports."

"Why should I wait for that?" Kotekawa shook his head. "Forget about dinner. I have to go somewhere else later."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro immediately became alert: "What? Is there trouble again?"

"No, I'm just taking a friend to a concert, nothing serious."

"That's good..." The middle-aged man with a weathered face breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be off work! If there's anything else, we can talk again tomorrow."

The two parted ways at the door, got into their respective cars, and drove towards Bunkyo Ward.

Two hours later, a news report was broadcast on television: the crimes committed by "C-1 Pictures Co., Ltd." using tsukumogami were revealed one by one, and what was even more infuriating was that there were as many as 128 female victims!

At Takanashi's house, Takanashi Hanamai stared blankly at the TV, a deep chill creeping into her heart. Holding her phone, she looked at the message from Kotegawa that read, "I've vented my anger properly." She felt a mix of warmth and sorrow. Her nose stung, and she longed to run to Kotegawa's house and throw herself into his arms.

It feels so good to be protected...

Meanwhile, in the room two doors down, Kotekawa Kami, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, was secretly regretting not rewarding the real Fujiwara Ichiken.

Sitting cross-legged beside him, munching on a peach, Shirakawa Kurumi clicked his tongue and shook his head: "That kind of scum! If I ever ran into him, I'd kick him out!"

“Remember, murder is illegal, and none of us have the right to take a person’s life,” Kotekawa Kami casually said. “Guard your heart, don’t let power blind you, don’t abuse it, don’t indulge in it, and control it well. If your heart is not strong, you can never make any progress in your life.”

“But this is what we’ve been doing since ancient times!” Shirakawa Kurumi retorted, gesturing with her hand across her neck. “If ninjas aren’t there for assassination, then it’s all meaningless.”

"Times have changed!" Kotekawa Kamimi tapped her on the head. "I'm just reminding you not to become a slave to power!"

Kurumi Shirakawa rolled her eyes: "I won't offend others unless they offend me, but if they do, I'll send them to hell in a heartbeat!"

After saying that, she put her hand in front of her and spoke first before Kotegawa could speak: "I mean, if someone bullied Mikazuki in front of you, or tried to kill you, would you still hold back?"

"The last guy who bullied Mikazuki got chopped into sixty pieces by me." Kotekawa Kami said calmly, "I'm not some old-fashioned person. If I can't even protect myself and the people around me, what's the point of practicing martial arts?"

Shirakawa Kurumi touched her nose, her eyes darting around, and leaned closer to ask, "What if someone bullies me? Would you cut them into sixty pieces too?"

"Even if God dares to bully you, I'll chop Him into sixty pieces!"

"Oh my, you can be quite eloquent sometimes!" Shirakawa Kurumi covered her mouth and laughed, her cheeks turning red.

"Dinner's ready!" Mikazuki Haruka called out from the kitchen.

The two responded and went into the kitchen.

Mikazuki Seisakusho was filling rice containers when he casually asked, "What was that news just now?"

"A shady company is using spirits to lure girls into signing contracts for prostitution," said Kotegawa Kamimi succinctly. "It's in the Kita Ward, not far from Oji Station."

"These bastards, die..." the young woman muttered, then looked at him and asked, "How's Hua Wu's matter going?"

"No, it's a dead end." He picked up his extra-large bowl and said cheerfully, "The company across the street has gone out of business."

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"Oh, right!" Kotekawa Kami changed the subject: "I have to go out for a bit later."

Shirakawa Kurumi asked, puzzled, "Do you still patrol the streets?"

"No, I'm going to Saitama, and I'm taking Glasses-kun and his girlfriend with me."

He sat at the table with two girls, holding a bowl, and while putting food into Mikazuki's bowl, he said, "Let's go to Furano and see that ghost songstress."

"But isn't that tomorrow's goal? And what are you taking them there for?"

"Well, a lot of people think that ghost diva is a real diva. They wait there every night at midnight to hear her sing. Glasses-kun and his girlfriend also wanted to hear her sing, so I took them to see her. I also wanted to check things out."

Shirakawa Kurumi blinked and pointed at herself: "Shall we wait?"

Mikazuki Seisakusaku was also watching him.

Kotekawa Kami pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, there's no need. If that ghost is really harmless and just wants to sing, I'll just move it to a different place so that other bounty hunters won't have their eyes on it. But if it's an evil spirit, I'll just cut it up and bring it back for Tamako to eat."

"If that coward Tamako really had such an appetite, Nozomi would have been a full-fledged priest last year." Shirakawa Kurumi was quite dismissive: "If you ask me, it's my little brother who has some strange ideas about that ghost!"

"Your brother is really quite special in this respect," Mikazuki Haruka said tactfully.

Shirakawa Kurumi waved her hand: "Anyway, his strangeness isn't something that just started today or today."

"It's not good to talk about people behind their backs while we're eating."

Chapter 43 The Songstress Capture Operation

At 8 p.m., the moon slowly rose in the east. Kotekawa Kami left home again, picked up Glasses-kun at the entrance of the shopping street, and drove to the port area, where he picked up Ogasawara Himawari near the Ishikawa house.

Himawari Ogasawara was dressed in a beautiful kimono, carrying a small purse and a three-tiered lacquered wooden lunchbox.

She politely thanked and greeted Kotekawa Kami, then sat down with her boyfriend in the last row and began to whisper sweet nothings to each other.

Kotegawa Kami regretted not bringing anyone with him.

He started the car again, immersing himself completely in the driver's spy.

The car headed north, speeding along the highway and disappearing into the boundless darkness.

The two young couples sitting in the last row cast their gazes out the window, their eyes filled with curiosity.

They had never been out so late before, so they were naturally more curious about the outside world.

However, this curiosity didn't last long. The two started holding hands affectionately again. When the car drove into a field, a huge, dark red shadow suddenly leaped up from the side and ran after the car, getting closer and closer.

Glasses-kun and Ogasawara couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Kami Kotekawa turned his head slightly, somewhat surprised. He rolled down the car window and shouted at the large red figure outside, who seemed to be trying to hitch a ride, "Get lost!"

The two people in the back row: "..."

The crimson shadow understood, turning its two vertical pupils to look at Kotegawa Kami.

"Oh?"

Kotekawa Kami slowly stepped on the brakes, a fierce glint in his eyes.

The big red shadow immediately turned and ran away, disappearing into the distance.

Kotegawa Kami rolled up the car window and sped off again.

The two people behind them stared in disbelief, then lowered their heads and whispered among themselves.

"Was that a monster just now?"

"Probably."

"Monster, are you so easy to talk to?"

"...No, that shouldn't be considered communication."

Apart from the crimson shadow encountered halfway, the road ahead was flat. An hour later, Kotegawa Kami drove to the vicinity of Fujimi City, then turned on his phone's navigation, compared it with the destination, and slowed down.

Although he had been to Saitama once before, this was his first time in Fujimi. Fortunately, the navigation was quite reliable. Before long, he encountered a number of motorcycles heading in one direction, most of which were driven by young people.

He followed behind several cars and honked his horn.

Someone in front turned their head, made way, and waved impatiently.

Kotekawa Kamimi drove through the building and arrived at the dilapidated building without incident, also managing to secure a good spot with a wide view.

He turned off the engine, rolled down the car window, and looked around at the small, dilapidated building outside.

Just like in the photos, it's a very dilapidated little building, with signs of having been demolished and rebuilt.

By this time, quite a few people had gathered around, and a circle of lights surrounded the area. However, they all spoke in very low voices, after all, they were facing a ghost. If they were too noisy and provoked the ghost to become aggressive, they might not be able to get home safely tonight.

Just then, another motorcycle pulled up, and someone clicked their tongue impatiently, muttering, "Damn it, the spot's taken!"