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

"Clear sky! Clear sky!"

Inside the room, Mikazuki Haruka, who was reading a book, looked up at Yuka standing in the doorway and asked, "Do you have bugs in your room?"

Jialai was looking down at the floor, holding her phone in one hand and insecticide spray in the other. She replied, "It hasn't appeared in my room yet. I just found a very interesting video. Take a look."

"what?"

Yujia leaned forward, reaching out to hand over her phone, while still standing at the doorway, her other hand spraying insecticide onto the floor.

Mikazuki got up, silently took it, and tapped the pause button on the screen.

The video above is a silly prank video from abroad. A girlfriend deliberately glued the lid of a can shut with super glue and then handed it to her boyfriend, asking him to help her open it. The boyfriend tried everything he could, from day to night, until bedtime, struggling with the can that he just couldn't open. Finally, he lost his temper and started swinging a sledgehammer at the can...

She finished reading, looked up at Youjia, and a few question marks appeared in her eyes.

Yuka took out a can of mandarin oranges from her pocket and chuckled, "How about we let Kotegawa try? Let's see if he can open it."

“Is that even a question? It’s definitely easy to open.” Mikazuki looked at her: “You’ve seen those two big barbells in the yard before.”

Yujia thought for a moment: "Maybe not? He can lift such a heavy barbell, but he might not be able to crush an egg with his bare hands, so opening a can is probably similar, right? After all, there's super glue in it!"

This is a trivial matter, Mikazuki pondered, and said, "But we don't have any glue at home."

"Don't worry! I already bought it!" Yujia snapped her fingers, turned around and ran back into the house. Not long after, she came back with a tube of liquid super glue, her eyes shining as she proudly showed it off, saying, "Kouta bought it for me. I heard it's super effective! Even Kotegawa might fall for it."

Seeing how well-prepared she was, Mikazuki Seisaku glanced at her slightly and said, "You seem to be in a very high mood?"

“Of course!” Yujia said confidently, “That kid broke his promise by skipping class last time, so we have to teach him a lesson this time.”

"...Whatever makes you happy." Mikazuki handed the phone back to her.

After taking it, Youjia blinked and said, "Qingkong, how about we make a bet this time? I bet he can't open it."

"This is no good hobby, Yuuka!" Mikazuki warned her, "Don't take it lightly! Otherwise, you might get yourself into trouble one day!"

"It's just to add a little bit of spice to a boring life..." Yujia stretched out her index finger and thumb and pinched them together: "Besides, I wouldn't play like this with someone I'm not familiar with... just once?"

Mikazuki stared at her and asked, "What are you betting on?"

"If I win, you'll be my maid for a day, cook what I want to eat, massage my shoulders and legs, and make me happy—"

"What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I'll be your maid for a day! I'll cook for you and warm your bed!"

"Cooking? So even if I win, I still have to be punished?" Mikazuki waved his hand, indicating that she should play by herself.

"So I'll just warm your bed?"

"Thank you, but summer is just around the corner, and it's already hot enough to sleep alone."

"What should I do?" Youjia pondered deeply, put down the insecticide spray, patted the bottom of the can with one hand, and then twisted it open with both hands. She first took a sip of orange juice before starting to apply glue, layer by layer, until half the tube of glue was used up, and then she slowly hammered the lid back on.

After a while, she twisted it hard, but the lid wouldn't budge. She immediately beamed with delight and grinned mischievously: "Qingkong, I can't possibly lose this time!"

"No, if you can't come up with a good bet, then the bet is invalid."

Yujia's smile froze, a headache forming on her face: "Do you have any good suggestions, Miss Qingkong?"

Mikazuki pondered for a moment and said, "If you lose, you have to be responsible for cleaning the house for three months, not a single day less!"

"Three months?" Yujia was a little scared: "Isn't that too long? It's three floors."

"I don't care, you're the one who brought it up."

Yujia looked down at the can in her hand, then twisted it hard for a while, until her wrist ached and her head started to ache. Only then did she say with renewed confidence, "Okay, it's settled then! If I lose, I'll be in charge of cleaning for three months! If you lose, you'll be my maid for three days!"

Mikazuki looked at her and nodded in agreement.

"Hey! Great!" Yuka paced back and forth, muttering to herself, "When Kotegawa comes back later, I'll drag him in too! If he loses this time, he'll have to sweep the floor! Sweep for three months! And be my slave for three days! I don't believe he'll dare skip three days of class..."

Mikazuki never expected her to go so far, even planning to drag Kotegawa into it.

She thought for a moment and asked, "What if he wins?"

“If he wins, I’ll clean for three months! Didn’t I just say that?” Yujia scratched her head. “As for you, you’ll just be his maid for three days.”

Sanriyue: "..."

Something seems off?

After a while, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance hall.

Yujia's eyes lit up, and she dashed over.

"Let's see who it is first—" Mikazuki hadn't finished speaking when the person had already disappeared.

She silently got up, gripped the hammer behind her back, and went out the door.

At the doorway, Kotekawa Kami, who had just returned, leaned back slightly, his gaze focused on the can in front of his nose, then looked at Yuka behind the can, somewhat speechless: "What?"

"Furutegawa!" Yuka first put on a stern face, then hid the can of food behind her back: "You lost the bet last time, but you didn't keep your promise!"

"That was beyond my control. The junior priest was too badly injured, so I went to see the patient," Kotegawa Kami explained.

"Whatever the reason, you stood me up!" Yujia glared at her. "So! I'm giving you a chance to atone! Let's make another bet!"

Kotekawa Kami looked at her and said earnestly, "Yuka, betting is not a good hobby. Otherwise, it might ruin you in the future... You must not touch gambling, drugs, or prostitution."

"Just this once, I won't mention it again!"

"So how do you want to make the bet?" Kotekawa Kami took off his sword pouch, hung it on the rack, took off his trench coat, and handed it to Mikazuki Seisaku.

Youjia smirked, took out the can again, and shook it: "This is the can! If you can open it within one minute, I lose! If you can't, you lose! Dare to bet?"

"A can of food?" He held it in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and looked at her. "So, what's the bet?"

Yujia cleared her throat, a smirk playing on her lips: "If you lose this time, you'll have to obediently clean the house for three months and be my slave for three days! If I lose, I'll clean for three months!"

Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment and said, "Then won't you become my slave?"

"Of course! Who told you to stand me up last time?" Yuka snorted and pushed Mikazuki in front of her: "Senkaku was involved too. If you turn it on, then Senkaku will be your maid for three days."

Mikazuki Seisakusho turned to look at her: "But I bet that he could open it, so why should I have to be his servant for three days even if I win—"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly heard a "pop" sound.

She turned her head instantly.

Kotegawa Kamimi proudly showed her the can and lid, her eyes wide, and said, "I opened it."

Mikazuki and Yuka looked at the can, which was clearly missing a ring around the rim, and then at the glass still stuck together inside the lid, and both fell silent.

The glue is definitely good glue; it hasn't broken even after all this.

But... was the person who opened the can crazy? They just twisted the glass off? They'd never heard of doing that before!

Yuka sighed, patted Mikazuki's shoulder, gently pushed her forward, and tearfully waved goodbye: "Seishuu, take care..."

As Mikazuki watched her flee, he felt an urge to punch her for the first time.

Kami Kotekawa placed the can lid and the can on the table beside him and tentatively asked, "Does this maid activity begin now?"

Mikazuki slowly turned around and tilted her head to look at him.

"What are you... thinking about, peaches?"

"Sweet peach..."

……

Nothing happened that night. At five o'clock the next morning, in the quiet room on the second floor, Kotegawa Kami slowly practiced Tai Chi.

Today is Monday, and it's also the school's festival, so it's a whole day of fun.

The only downside is that it's drizzling outside, and given the nature of the rainy season, this drizzle could easily last all day.

After finishing his punch, he took a deep breath, turned around, and went downstairs, taking his sword with him as he left.

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten, and the air was cool. He drew his sword, gathered his inner energy, and began practicing each move of the Xuanmen Sword technique.

The clear, resonant sound of a sword echoed from the courtyard, and the rain gradually added a touch of solemnity.

Yuka got up early too. With her schoolbag on her back, she looked at Kotekawa and waved, saying, "Kotekawa, today our class theme is Music Restaurant. I need to go home first, change my clothes, and get to school early to prepare, so I'm going home now! Tell Haruka that you don't need to make breakfast for me... but I guess I don't need to, since you can eat anyway."

After she finished speaking, she pushed her bicycle out of the shed next to her, got on, and rode away humming a song.

Kami Kotekawa, who was practicing his swordsmanship, was completely focused. After finishing all seventy-three sword techniques, he exhaled, looked at the street outside, thought for a moment, sheathed his sword, and went back into the house.

He walked into the entryway, turned around and locked the door, not only locking it but also putting on a security chain.

Jia has a key to the room, and so does Hu Tao, so it's essential to have a security chain on hand.

He put down his sword, went back to his room to change his rain-soaked clothes, knocked on Mikazuki's door, and after hearing a slightly dazed "The door isn't locked," he opened the door and went in. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl rubbing her eyes, saying, "Yuka said your class's theme this time is a music restaurant, and she had to go to school early to help out. She just went home."

"Yes, I know." The girl pointed to the water glass on the table.

Kotegawa reached out, took it, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku sat up, leaned against the headboard, took the cup, and drank a few sips.

The buttons on the front of her pajamas weren't fastened properly, exposing her stunningly fair and voluptuous figure... As everyone knows, girls don't like to wear certain things to bed.

Kotekawa Kami was so thirsty he was practically sticking out his tongue.

Mikazuki handed him the water glass, rolled his eyes, and pulled the blanket up over himself: "You haven't brushed your teeth or washed your face yet."

"It's nothing!" Kotegawa Kami looked at her affectionately. "Neither do I."

"...Would you like some water?"

Kotegawa looked down at the water glass in his hand and hesitated slightly.

"Look!" Mikazuki Haruka pointed to a drop of water at the corner of her mouth and tilted her head slightly: "Hurry up, or it will fall."

"Actually, it's better that it's gone..." Kotekawa Kami chuckled softly and got into bed.

Not long after, a soft groan of pain was heard... After that, it was paid content and could not be played.

Three hours later, Kotegawa cooked his signature spicy beef noodles. They ate their fill and then hugged each other for a while in the entryway before heading out to school.

It was still a day full of happiness.

Takanashi Hanamai stood at her doorstep, tilting her head to look at the two people walking towards her, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

As she got closer, she looked Mikazuki up and down, thought for a moment, and said with a puzzled look, "Seishoku, something seems a little different about you?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho paused for a moment, looked down at himself, then looked behind him, and finally touched his hair, saying, "Your hair has grown a bit?"