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

Wearing an unmarked Special Division trench coat, Furutekawa Kami turned his head, glanced at the car, and got out. Someone immediately exclaimed, "Holy crap, Special Division?"

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Some people quietly pushed their motorcycles away, but more people moved closer.

Places with special departments should be safer than other places, right?

Kotekawa Kami took out sunglasses and put them on.

His talent [Night Walk] is very useful; he can see clearly even at night, and it feels even more comfortable than during the day.

He looked at the dilapidated building, walked around it halfway, and sniffed the air, but couldn't smell anything.

"Not home? Hiding? Or not yet awake?" He didn't take a step closer, turned around and got into his car. Since he was already here, he might as well wait until midnight.

More and more motorcycles started gathering in this direction.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at them, then turned to look at the young couple dozing together. After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to wake them.

Sigh, never mind, let them sleep.

He adjusted his seat back a little to give his legs more room to stretch out, then took out his phone, took a picture of the small, dilapidated building, and sent it to Shirakawa Kurumi.

Kurumi Shirakawa replied instantly: "Hmm, it's exactly the same as what I saw in the file. Have you found that ghost?"

"No, but I didn't smell any stench either, so they probably didn't eat anyone."

"We still need to be careful. Some ghosts can disguise themselves, and some tsukumogami can mask their scent."

"know."

This afternoon, I almost got fooled by that glass spirit.

He put down his phone and glanced in the rearview mirror. Behind the car was a seemingly endless line of motorcycles. Countless people had turned on their small lights and were camping around the car, spreading out picnic blankets, lighting small gas lamps, and setting out snacks, waiting for the concert to begin.

This scene moved Kamiko Kotegawa somewhat.

City people really know how to have fun! If it were them, if they knew where ghosts were haunting, they would want to get as far away from them as possible.

Just then, a crisp voice broke the buzzing chatter: "Excuse me, could you please let me through? Excuse me..."

In an instant, countless people looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Kotegawa Kami also turned his head to look.

A petite girl, about 1.5 meters tall, wearing a white dress and with long, flowing hair, was struggling through the crowd, carrying a bag that seemed even bigger than herself.

The bag contained meat buns, carrots, and what looked like a few scallions.

Kotekawa Kami's expression suddenly became quite interesting.

The couple in the last row also woke up. The guy with glasses adjusted his glasses, looked closely, and asked blankly, "Who eats so late?"

"I don't know," said Himawari Ogasawara, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't see very clearly.

The little girl behind squeezed to the front of the car, facing the door, and called out in a clear voice, "Excuse me!"

Kotegawa Kami opened the car door, faced her, and looked at her with surprise.

"Huh? This is a new face I've never seen before..." the little girl muttered, then said crisply through the bag, "Um, I heard you're an official from the Special Division."

Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment and said, "No, I'm not a particularly tech-savvy person. I just came here tonight to listen to the concert."

"That's wonderful!" The little girl turned and walked away, opening the door and entering the dilapidated white building in full view of everyone.

"Huh?" A chorus of shocked exclamations rang out.

The man with glasses stared wide-eyed, his eyes seemingly bigger than eggs, and stammered, "She...she lives in that dilapidated building? Doesn't she know there are ghosts in there?"

Kotegawa Kami and Ogasawa Himawari couldn't help but glance at him.

“Simple children have no worries,” Kotegawa said to Ogasawara.

Himawari Ogasawara nodded, covering her mouth and smiling, "Yes, I quite like that about Sorata."

The bespectacled guy looked completely bewildered: "Huh?"

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Chapter 44 The Songstress Capture Operation (Part Two) (6200)

Shirakawa Kurumi sent another message: "Have you seen it yet?"

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "I saw her... Miss Ghost just came back with the ingredients for dinner."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"No, the world is just that wonderful!"

At this moment, Honba Sorata looked horrified: "Was that girl a ghost?"

"I can't say for sure," Kotegawa Kami comforted him, "I can only say it's pretty close to 100% accurate."

Himawari Ogasawara pursed her lips, trying hard not to smile: "Although I often hear Sorata talk about you, you are actually more humorous."

"I learned this from him. Sorata is really an excellent guy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a motorcycle suddenly circled around from the opposite side, and a familiar voice came from the open car window.

"Wow, we've finally arrived! We're not too late, are we?"

"No, they're all still waiting!"

Glasses-kun and Himawari Ogasawara both looked out the car window at the same time and saw Yoshino and Takada taking off their helmets right next to the car.

Yoshino, dressed in his outdoor sportswear, tossed his hair while holding his helmet, looked around in surprise, and asked, "Huh? Why is everyone so far away from this car?"

Takada, who was in front, was also full of doubts. He turned his head to look back and hesitated before saying, "The road behind us is almost blocked. We can only stay here."

"It should be alright, right?" Yoshino said somewhat anxiously, looking at the dilapidated building in front of him.

It seems a bit too close here.

Takada was also a little scared, but at this moment, he could only bite the bullet and say, "It's okay! I know martial arts, I can protect you!"

"You call that martial arts?" Yoshino chuckled, his smile sweet.

Glasses-kun and Himawari, who had originally intended to say hello, felt too embarrassed to disturb them given the wonderful atmosphere outside.

Kotekawa Kami, who had been staring at the dilapidated building in front of him, said, "It should be starting soon."

The two people in the back seat squeezed into the front row of seats, leaned on the passenger seat, and looked up at the dilapidated building.

Outside the car, Yoshino, who was laying a moisture-proof blanket on the ground, also looked up.

A girl in a white dress, radiating a faint glow, appeared on the roof of the dilapidated building. She was busy setting up four speakers.

A moment later, a crisp sound of clearing one's throat echoed around.

"Hey, hey, hey! Thank you so much everyone for coming to my concert again!"

A chorus of gasps erupted from the ground.

Inside the car, Glasses-kun and Himawari Ogasawara exchanged bewildered glances.

Even Kotegawa Kami was momentarily stunned.

Wow, this isn't what I imagined! It really is a concert!

This ghost... seems to be a ghost that loves life and loves to sing?

"Is she really a ghost? She looks like an angel." Glasses Guy murmured.

“She’s burning her own spiritual power.” Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, “It’s like burning her own life.”

"Oh, oh..." Glasses-kun and Himawari Ogasawara seemed to understand but not quite. The latter quietly asked, "What exactly does your friend do? Why does he know all this?"

The bespectacled man thought for a moment, then said blankly, "Like me, he's a student too."

"..."

At this moment, the singer on the rooftop had finished her sound check. She cleared her throat, floated slowly into the air, bowed slightly to the surroundings, took the microphone, and jumped up and shouted, "Today's first song is 'Coming to Confess,' which Suzu-chan just learned! I hope you like it!"

She snapped her fingers, and a somewhat melancholic accompaniment echoed across the fields.

The songstress held the microphone and spoke softly:

"Looking outwards as always today"

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on the street of Asura

Quietly opening on the edge of hell

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy of all living beings… [Note]

The three people inside the car were immediately stunned.

The voice was clean and pure, like heavenly music.

"It sounds so good!" Glasses-wearing guy said softly.

The singer's voice suddenly rose high in the air:

Even if it's a god! Even if it's a god!

He was all alone in the night.

So please let me go, please forgive me!

They always blame me!

……

The sound sent chills down people's spines, and cheers erupted instantly like a tidal wave. Everyone outside the car stood up, creating a carnival atmosphere that was even more extravagant than a real concert.

"Wow!" Yoshino, standing beside the car, cheered loudly. She shouted to Takada, who was equally excited, "Himawari and Honba-kun should have heard this too! It's so good!"

Takada clicked his tongue, scoffed, and said loudly, "Ogasa is one thing, but why bring that bean sprout? That little dwarf could easily get lost if you're not careful!"

"Well, Honba-kun is indeed a bit short... Oh dear, I really don't know what Ogasawara was thinking! Why would she choose such an unremarkable junior as her boyfriend? Maybe she's just playing around and will get tired of him after a while... But Honba-kun's friend is alright."

"That guy is a lunatic, stay away from him!"

Inside the cars next to them, everyone was turning their heads to watch the two people shouting loudly.

Himawari Ogasawara took a deep breath, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, her face filled with anger, and was about to push him off, but Glasses-kun held her hand tightly.