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

Youjia sat at the dining table not far away, snacking and scrolling through the news on her phone. Of the three people in the family, she was the only one who was forbidden from entering the kitchen.

"The Special Division issued a warning this afternoon that around 1 a.m. today, unidentified ghosts were seen wandering the streets across the country, causing varying degrees of chaos..."

Yu-Chia munched on potato chips, her eyes wide with surprise: "The ghosts have already started appearing? Isn't it still a long way from the Obon festival?"

In previous years, this kind of news only appeared around the time of the Ghost Festival.

Mikazuki Seisakusho, who was looking at the steamed buns, nodded slightly: "It is indeed very strange."

She glanced at the demon-slaying arrow and the talisman hanging on the wall and said to Kotegawa, "When we have time, let's go to Shirakawa Shrine and ask for a new talisman. With Kurumi around, we should be able to get a talisman personally drawn by the shrine master."

Kotegawa shook his head: "No need, with me here, no monster will dare to come!"

"What about when you're not here? If a monster really breaks in, will showing it your picture work?" Yuka interrupted him from the other side.

Kotegawa washed his hands, went back to his bedroom to get a sword, and placed it on the sword rack at the door of the three bedrooms. He said, "I've used it to slay many monsters. It's imbued with their scent, which is much more effective than any talisman. It will protect the house when I'm not around."

Yuka sucked her finger, got up and walked over, reaching out to touch the sword, but Kotegawa pressed her head down: "Go wash your hands!"

"Oh!" She ran to the bathroom and came running back in no time, reaching for the sword with one hand... but couldn't lift it.

She paused, gripped it with both hands, and with great effort finally managed to lift it up, pulling it into her arms. Her eyes widened: "Why is it so heavy?"

"If it's not heavy, how can it be powerful?" Kami Kotekawa, afraid that she might hurt her back, picked it up and put it back on the shelf, saying, "This is not a toy. Don't touch it carelessly. It won't be fun if you get hurt."

Yujia swung her wrist and muttered, "My arm hurts after just a short while. Only crazy people would play with that."

These words were automatically filtered out by Kotegawa. He washed his hands again, went into the kitchen, and continued to help Mikazuki.

Steam rose from the steamer basket on the stove, and the aroma of steamed buns filled the air, making mouths water.

Kotekawa Kami and Yuka rubbed their hands together, craning their necks in anticipation.

Mikazuki washed his hands, waited for the countdown on the stopwatch to reach zero, turned off the stove, and said to the two people who got up, "We still have five minutes to wait."

Kotegawa and Yuka squeezed into the kitchen, one carrying vinegar and the other taking a plate.

Just when the five minutes were finally about to pass, Kotegawa's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone while waiting to eat his steamed buns. It was Ishikawa Yasuhiro calling. He put down the vinegar and walked towards the living room.

Mikazuki and Yuka glanced at each other, then carried the steamer basket to the dining table.

Kotekawa Kami answered the phone and said, "Good evening, Ishikawa-san."

“Good evening, Kotegawa…” On the other end of the phone, Ishikawa Yasuhiro’s voice was heavy: “There is something very urgent that I may need your help with.”

"Go ahead, I'll listen first."

"At 1:10 a.m. today, the Special Division headquarters received more than 4,000 reports of ghostly incidents on the streets."

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback, sat up straight, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are there so many?"

“The protective barriers in various locations are not damaged, but the reason why no warning was issued has not yet been determined.” Yasuhiro Ishikawa’s voice became even more serious. He lowered his voice and said, “This is a very bad sign! We suspect that the ghosts have found a way to circumvent the barriers… If that’s the case, supernatural events will break out on a large scale across the country.”

Kotegawa Kami's expression also became much more serious.

If that's the case, it would be very bad!

Putting aside Tokyo, the safety of Uncle Kenji, Aunt Akiba, and Chihaya's family back home is also a concern, especially since that area is near the mountains; if anything were to happen there, they would be the first to be affected...

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is this also the case in Tokyo?"

“There have been related incident reports in the wards of Ota, Nerima, Koto, Edogawa, and Adachi.” Yasuhiro Ishikawa sighed. “This matter has become the most urgent task now, and everything else must be put aside for the time being.”

"Even Tokyo has seen so many..." Kotekawa Kami's mood darkened: "What about the casualties?"

“This is the second strange thing I want to talk about…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said, “There were no direct deaths or injuries caused by the ghosts. There were a few injuries, but they were caused by mistake during the riots.”

Kotegawa was also taken aback, and his brows furrowed.

Reports of over four thousand ghosts wandering the streets, yet not a single incident of harming anyone? That's really strange...

“Even so, it is still a major hidden danger…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said with concern: “Once they get out of control, the number of casualties may directly reach 10,000… That would be no less than a major disaster.”

Kotekawa Kamimi pondered for a moment before asking, "How would you like me to help?"

“Well…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said cautiously, “In short, I’m letting you know first that if no similar incidents occur later, the Special Division will continue its investigation slowly; otherwise, we’ll have to resort to some special methods…”

Kotegawa asked with some confusion, "What kind of special method is that?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said in a deep voice, "It's hard to say over the phone. I'm on my way to your house. If it's convenient, let's talk outside."

"...Alright, I'll take this opportunity to make a phone call back home."

"Okay, see you in ten minutes!"

After the call ended, Kami Kotegawa immediately called Kenji.

The call went through quickly.

Kenji's calm voice came over: "Xiao Jian?"

"Uncle, I saw on the news that ghosts are appearing all over the country. Is everything alright where we are?"

"Oh, a ghost!" Uncle Kenji pondered for a moment. "Speaking of which, Xiao Jian, there's a very, very big turtle that says it's your friend?"

"A turtle? Ah! Yes! I met it in the mountains during Golden Week!" Kamiko Kotekawa's heart pounded. "We hit it off immediately, became friends..."

Uncle Kenji said slowly, "It did say that you beat it up."

"No, it was just a joke..." Kotegawa chuckled, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

“While I was working in the fields today, a water ghost jumped out of the river, but it was eaten by your friend before it could even get a few steps ashore,” Uncle Jian recalled. “It said it had been wandering in the river near the village for almost two months and finally had something to do.”

"Is that so?" Kotegawa said subconsciously.

After beating up that giant turtle last time, as a condition for letting it go, it was made to protect the village.

But how could there be a water ghost in the river… Kotegawa frowned. He had never encountered anything like this back in his hometown.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Kenji continued, "I also saw the news about the ghost, but it didn't appear at home. Your friend is a sacred tortoise from Mount Togakushi. It's still living here recently, so don't worry too much."

"I'll have to thank it properly when I go back during summer vacation."

“Well…” Uncle Kenji paused slightly, “I’ve said that before, but it said the best way to thank it is to never see it again.”

"..." Kotegawa subtly changed the subject: "Isn't Auntie home?"

“It rained heavily at home this afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Ishikawa are in the city and can't come back. She went to pick up Chinatsu and Chihaya to stay at our house, leaving only the two children at home, which she's worried about. Also, I've already arranged with your Aunt Akiha that we'll go to Tokyo together in two weeks to see some old friends and check on your life there…”

Kotegawa listened quietly, leaning back on the sofa with a smile on his face: "I'll give you a big surprise too."

"Surprise? You little brat, just don't scare us! I don't want to become a grandfather so young..." Uncle Jian lowered his voice: "Your relationship with Xiao Qingkong is pretty good, right? A guy should be more generous. Since she chose you, don't let her suffer."

"Don't worry, I have everything under control."

"Let's leave it at that for now. I'm going out to take a look."

"Okay, if anything happens, be sure to tell me."

"Alright, alright, stop worrying about your own business..."

After Kenji hung up the phone, Kotekawa Kami put the phone back in his pocket, stood up, and walked back to the restaurant.

Youjia is eating a steamed bun with vinegar, her mouth is full of oil.

Mikazuki was serving porridge, but the bowl and chopsticks in front of her hadn't been touched.

"You've been gone for so long, did something happen?" she asked softly.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the bowl in front of her, swapped it with the freshly ladled porridge, then stirred the top layer of "skin" with his chopsticks and said, "Hmm, I might have some bounty-related business to attend to, I have to go out for a bit."

Mikazuki was taken aback, then nodded silently.

Yujia, standing next to me with oily lips, held a steamed bun in one hand and asked with wide eyes, "How much do you charge per order?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure what the job is yet." Kami Kotekawa rolled his eyes, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing as he said, "It's very impolite to ask about this kind of thing, Yuka!"

"I'm just worried about whether you can take good care of Qingkong!" Her eyes widened again: "Tell me, tell me! I'll just listen and never tell anyone!"

Mikazuki, who was standing next to her, tapped her on the head, speechless: "Even a steamed bun can't shut you up?"

"You got beaten up, didn't you?" Kotekawa Kami looked gloating. He swallowed the bun in a few bites and reached for the second one.

The xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) are only the size of a baby's fist, and two people can eat one at a time.

Just then, the sound of a car horn came from outside the door.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at it, shook his head, picked up the bowl, and gulped down the rest of the drink in a few mouthfuls.

Mikazuki glanced towards the entrance, got up, went to the kitchen, took a large box, filled it with five steamers of buns, closed the lid, and said to him, "Remember to eat them while they're hot."

He reached out and took it, smiling as he said, "No need to wait for me. Lock all the doors and windows. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Mikazuki nodded gently.

Kotegawa went to his bedroom to change his clothes, slung his sword bag over his shoulder, and left with the box.

He locked the front door, the security door, and the gate to the yard, glanced around the house, walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, with heavy eye bags, glanced at the box in his hand, started the car, and drove him into the dark night.

Inside the house, Mikazuki Seishun watched the car leave through the peephole.

Yujia stood behind her, leaning against the wall, and asked, "Are you worried?"

"A little..." Mikazuki said, somewhat lost in thought, "But men have to earn money to support their families, so there's nothing we can do about it..."

"Oh my? Why do you sound like an old married couple?" Youjia poked her cheek with her finger: "You're only sixteen, but you talk like an old man. What are you going to do in the future?"

Mikazuki glared at her and went upstairs: "Check the windows first, lock them, and then we'll continue eating."

"it is good!"

Chapter 105 The Giant Ghost Wandering the Streets (Part Two)

On a deserted street near Kita-Senju Station in Adachi Ward, a car, shrouded in darkness, stopped under a lush weeping willow tree.

Inside the car, two people were eating steamed buns.

There were a total of thirty-five buns, which were completely devoured in less than ten minutes.

Kotegawa held the empty box in both hands and shook it back and forth a few times, but no more boxes came out.