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

The crowd that had been surrounding them had already dispersed.

After the walls and doorplates were completely renovated, he paid the money, glanced at an address he received on his phone, and drove away.

In a warehouse in the northern district, four people were sitting around a table looking at the banknotes spread out on it.

All of them were new bills in denominations of "ten thousand".

Someone stared greedily at the table: "Boss, we're rich!"

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be so easy this time!" someone chuckled.

"If only every day could be like this—"

"Bang!" The roller shutter door next to it suddenly dented inward.

The four people inside were startled, and then their expressions changed.

"Boss! Could it be a cop?"

"It can't be that fast!"

"Bang!" The roller shutter door dented inwards again.

The four of them swallowed hard.

The eldest brother hurriedly tidied the table: "Quick! Get the money! Let's go!"

But at that moment, the roller shutter couldn't hold on any longer. With a piercing, teeth-grinding screech, the entire roller shutter collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A figure stood at the doorway, slowly withdrew his foot, and then stepped inside.

The four men's eyes bulged out.

The visitor asked slowly, "Who paid someone to do something as disastrous as splashing paint on someone, something that could lead to the extinction of one's lineage?"

Without a second thought, the eldest brother denied it, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about! Who threw paint? Nobody! Nothing like that happened!"

"Yes! Do you have any evidence that we did it?"

"Evidence? Yes, there is!"

Kotegawa Kami grinned, and the surrounding environment instantly changed.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the screams of fierce fighting were deafening. The wind whipped up scarlet sand, covering the corpses of one monster after another.

The four men each gripped their own necks, their eyes bulging outwards, yet they couldn't muster any strength at all.

Three seconds later, he withdrew [Four Directions Impermanence], looked at the four guys who were almost dead, went to get a water hose, and poured water on them one by one. After they all regained consciousness, he calmly said, "If you don't answer, I can leave you inside forever."

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" someone wailed, begging for mercy. "It was the president of Nitta's office who paid us three million yen to go and splash him every week! It really was him!"

"The underworld?"

"Yes, it's an artist management company."

"A talent agency!" Kotegawa Kami thought to himself. "A competitor to Takanashi?"

He looked at the four people on the ground, pondered for a moment, then raised his sword and, amidst a series of howls, turned and left.

Shortly afterward, several police cars pulled up at the entrance.

Someone came in, glanced at the man, and said into the walkie-talkie, "Boss, we've found him, but it looks like he's already been taught a lesson... he's lost two fingers."

……

On the way, Kotegawa Kami received a call from Kurumi.

"Furutegawa, someone just came to visit Takanashi, but I didn't let him see them."

Who is it?

"The other party said he was from a talent agency and wanted to ask if Takanashi was interested in signing with their company."

"Talent agency? Which one?"

"I think his name is Nitta."

Kotekawa Kami paused in his tracks, his eyes suddenly becoming intriguing.

First they hired people to splash paint, then they sent people to extend olive branches.

They're quite good at having fun.

He hummed in agreement: "I have something to do right now, we'll talk later."

After hanging up the phone, he continued walking, but at that moment, the phone rang again; this time it was Ishikawa Yasuhiro calling.

He pressed the answer button.

"Furutegawa, someone just called the Special Division, saying someone wants to kill him." Ishikawa Yasuhiro's voice was grave.

Kamiko Kotekawa asked, bewildered, "What do you mean? You want me to make a trip?"

"No, no, no, listen to me first... no, before that, tell me where you are."

"Me? What happened to me on my way back?"

"On your way back?" Yasuhiro Ishikawa pondered for a moment and said, "The person who called the police is the president of an agency. He said you wanted to kill him."

"Who?"

"Nitta Office...do you have a grudge against them?" Ishikawa asked, his tone questioning.

"No, before today, I had no idea that such a firm existed."

"That's strange... Then why did he say you wanted to kill him?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's words were filled with deep confusion.

"Why don't you just ask him? Where is he? At his firm?"

"No, he's in the Special Division right now and he's asked us to send someone to protect him... I'll go ask him first, you go home first, and I'll tell you when I find out."

"Yes, ask them properly."

After hanging up the phone, Kami Kotekawa remained calm, muttering, "Did he think he was safe just because he hid in the Special Division?"

He turned around and started walking forward, but after only a few steps, he suddenly touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Something's not right. Have I become the villain?"

……

At the Special Section Bunkyo District Branch, Ishikawa Yasuhiro met the man who had called the police.

He sat in the chair and glanced briefly at the person across the table.

She looked to be around forty years old, with short, thick, jet-black hair, smooth skin, and seemed to take good care of herself. Her suit was very elegant, and she was wearing a very sparkly ring.

A staff member introduced the man to the man, saying, "This is our Section Chief Ishikawa!"

Upon hearing the name, the man was overjoyed. Wiping his sweat, he stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Hello! Lord, the nemesis of the Evil Spirit Society! My name is Junichi Nitta, and I am the president of Nitta Office."

Without any pleasantries, Ishikawa Yasuhiro went straight to the point: "Please explain the situation, President Nitta; you said someone wants to kill you?"

“Yes! That’s right!” Junichi Nitta quickly replied, “I’m absolutely certain! Please believe me!”

"Is it a monster, or a ghost trying to kill you?"

Junichi Nitta quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, it's one person!"

"Humans want to kill you?" Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked surprised. "Then you've come to the wrong place! You should go to the Metropolitan Police Department. We're the Special Division, we only deal with monsters and ghosts."

"No, no, no, the person who wants to kill me isn't an ordinary human!" Junichi Nitta was sweating profusely again. "He's a general of the Exorcism Society, very strong! Ordinary police officers can't handle him."

A hint of mockery appeared in Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes as he asked, "So the other party has already committed a crime using force?"

“Well…” Junichi Nitta hesitated, “Maybe so, but I’m not really sure.”

"President Nitta!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face immediately darkened. "You need evidence to back up your claims! Where is your evidence?"

"I'm sorry! I was just talking nonsense!" Junichi Nitta quickly apologized.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him: "You said the other party wants to kill you? Why? What's the reason? Also, did someone tell you that someone wanted to kill you, or did the other party say it themselves?"

"This...this..." Nitta Jun stammered, "It involves a small conflict..."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa said with a stern face, "If you keep playing these riddles with me, then please leave! If you can't even give a clear reason, then is it true or not? President Nitta, you can't just point at someone and say they want to kill you, and then we have to follow your nonsense, can we?"

The officers around him all wore cold expressions and warned, "President Nitta! If you really can't produce evidence that someone wants to kill you, then we'll treat it as a false police report!"

"Wait! Please wait a minute! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Junichi Nitta, covered in sweat, hurriedly said, "I just wanted to talk to his friend about some cooperation, but a small misunderstanding occurred..."

The room full of specialists looked at him with impatience.

These guys, after solving one riddle, they start another.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at his watch and said to him, "You have 58 seconds left. If you still can't explain clearly, please leave. Oh, there are 50 seconds left now."

Upon hearing this, Junichi Nitta became extremely anxious and quickly said, "Some of my workers were very dissatisfied with his friend, and they secretly splashed paint on his door behind my back... It's a misunderstanding! I knew nothing about it before! I only found out after they did it!"

Oh, so it was you who instructed them! No wonder you were so scared... Ishikawa Yasuhiro understood, and after thinking for a moment about what Kotegawa had said on the phone earlier, his heart skipped a beat.

After finding the person, Kotegawa should have been able to get Nitta Junichi's name out of him, but he didn't mention it at all just now. Maybe he really intends to kill him.

"...I really, really didn't know about this! It's a complete misunderstanding!" Junichi Nitta was still trying to defend himself.

The room full of specialists looked at each other, then turned to Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

The latter snapped out of her daze, looked at him, and said, "You threw paint on someone's front door? And wrote threatening words? This must be a misunderstanding?"

"I didn't do it! My staff did it on their own! It has nothing to do with me!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro nodded slightly and asked again, "That's the reason... Then, where is the evidence that they wanted to kill you?"

Nitta Junichi opened his mouth, but suddenly hesitated.

"Or rather, how did you know he was going to kill you?"

“I… I guessed.” Junichi Nitta said, forcing a smile, “My staff sent me a distress message saying that someone came to my door. I suspect it’s that Kotekawa Kamimi… He will definitely come looking for me too.”

"Just a guess..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro said coldly, thinking to himself, "You guessed pretty accurately, kid."

He looked at Junichi Nitta sternly and warned, "Mr. Nitta, this is a serious matter. You can't just make things up without evidence! If you randomly guess that someone wants to kill you, and something really happens to you one day, wouldn't you be blaming them? Be careful, or they might sue you for defamation!"

“I know, but I really have no other choice…” Junichi Nitta said with a bitter expression, “What else can I do now that this has happened? In short, please, Mr. Ishikawa, send someone to protect me, no matter how much it costs!”

“Ah…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said with his hands in his pockets, “But based on what you just said, it’s not enough to prove that they wanted to kill you. On the contrary, Mr. Nitta’s methods are dishonest, and he’s even slandering and framing you. Is that really okay, Mr. Nitta?”

Junichi Nitta clenched his fist and shouted angrily, "Do you expect me to die before you call the police? What's the point then!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and glared at me: "What are you getting so angry about? Do you think you own the Special Division? You can just decide who to arrest? You think you're so powerful!"