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

In the lead car, Yasuhiro Ishikawa, in the passenger seat, looked down at the map on his phone, pointed ahead, and said to the driver, Shinji Kotekawa, "After another half hour, we'll have to walk."

Kotegawa responded, then suddenly remembered something: "Is the headquarters of the Evil Spirit Society also here?"

Speaking of this "old friend," Yasuhiro Ishikawa turned off his phone screen, squinted, and said, "They're in the north... Ever since the Disaster Demon Princess and her group of executives died, the evil spirits in other regions have quickly fallen silent. I don't know if they're really scared or if they're plotting something."

Are there any powerful demons in the Evil Spirit Guild?

Yasuhiro Ishikawa pointed to the ceiling, his voice filled with helplessness and despair: "Like the night, it may disappear for a while, but it will never truly disappear... even if the evil god you worship falls."

Kami Kotegawa remained silent.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa leaned back in his chair and murmured, "Ever since I became section chief, I've been dealing with endless cases of yokai and ghosts every day... Sometimes I can't help but think, a world without yokai must be incredibly wonderful, right?"

Kotegawa thought for a moment and said, "It might not be much better. There's the beacon of light, and then there's Japan, a little Japan that's doing quite well..."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback.

Just then, the walkie-talkie in the car crackled to life: "Section Chief, we're about to enter their territory!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro picked it up and brought it to his mouth, saying, "After the car stops, leave three teams behind to provide support, and the rest of you change into your gear."

Kotegawa glanced at him and said, "I've been wanting to ask this before: when it comes to sending people to negotiate with the Demon General, were you the only one sent, along with your subordinates?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "The higher-ups think that my personal intervention is already a great favor to them."

"Uh……"

A dozen minutes later, the convoy stopped in front of a dense forest on the mountainside.

Everyone got off the bus and changed into winter clothes.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro put on his goggles, raised his hand, made a gesture, glanced at Furude River, and turned to enter the dense forest.

Kotegawa followed on one side.

The moment he stepped into the dense forest, he felt a faint chill.

Someone behind him shuddered and quickly zipped up their jacket.

Asahi Kotegawa looked around. He didn't know the names of the trees overhead, but their canopies were huge, with vines wrapped around them, almost completely blocking out the sky. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, exuding a sense of deathly stillness.

He couldn't quite imagine how Frost Demon, living in such a place, could make deals with the Special Division.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was also vague about this matter; it's unclear whether he genuinely didn't know or simply couldn't reveal it.

The terrain beneath our feet rose higher and higher, becoming steeper and steeper, and the chill in the air grew stronger. The only sound along the way was the crunching of fallen leaves underfoot.

After walking for another half hour, Ishikawa Yasuhiro pointed to a huge cave at the foot of the mountain and exhaled, "That's the entrance to the ice cave."

Kotekawa Kami squinted as he looked around. There were carvings outside the cave, which, from a distance, looked like a ferocious demon with a mouthful of fangs, its blood-red maw wide open, waiting for its prey to come to it.

“Don’t be fooled by how safe our journey has been. At night, this place is even more bustling than Shinjuku’s Red Mansion,” Yasuhiro Ishikawa continued. “So, we need to reach at least a nearby city before sunset.”

Kotegawa hummed in agreement.

The group rested for ten minutes before continuing their journey, eventually reaching the ice cave.

Looking at the dark, bottomless cave, Ishikawa Yasuhiro suppressed his panic and was the first to step forward.

Kotekawa Kami spoke in a very weak voice into the earpiece clipped to his collar: "There's a ghost hiding behind the big rock about three meters ahead."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes widened as he looked in that direction. Although he saw nothing, he didn't suspect anything. He simply raised his hand, slowed his pace, took out his greatsword from behind his back, and slowly approached.

Kotegawa Kami moved a little further away from him.

To try and wield such a long weapon in the confined space of a cave is simply insane.

On the surface, Ishikawa Yasuhiro remained as calm as a rock, because Kotegawa was right behind him. He wasn't afraid of anything, not just a ghost in front of him, but even if Frost Demon was hiding behind him.

He looked at the large rock that Kotegawa had mentioned and said in a deep voice, "Come out!"

A large cloud of black mist drifted out from behind the rock.

A giant demon, nearly three meters tall with its head almost touching the cave wall, appeared before him. Its indistinct face had only two swirling, scarlet eyes.

An invisible sense of oppression washed over me.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro remained completely calm: "I am Ishikawa Yasuhiro from Special Section 1, and I have an appointment with Lord Shimoki."

The pitch-black giant demon remained silent, then turned and walked deeper into the cave.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro relaxed slightly and turned to look at Kotegawa Kami, but he didn't see anyone at first glance. He immediately panicked and turned sharply to the side, only to find that Kotegawa and his men were standing two meters behind him.

Why are you standing so far away? Come over here!

Kotegawa looked at the greatsword in his hand and said, "I'm afraid that if we get too close, it will be difficult for you to use your skills."

"What's the point of showing off your skills... We're guests this time!" He coughed, put his greatsword back on his back, and then seriously considered changing his weapon.

Kotegawa walked up to him and, through the wireless headset, asked, "Why did you choose the Ōdachi as your weapon in the first place?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa also lowered his voice: "At first, we thought it was long enough, and that if we encountered a monster, it might be safer than a short weapon. But we later found out that in the hands of someone who doesn't know how to use it, the length doesn't matter at all."

Furotekawa: "..."

Chapter 109 Frost Demon (Part 3)

More than twenty people followed a ghost, walking slowly through a pitch-black cave where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The temperature around us was getting lower and lower, and the lights shone in front of us, creating a white glow.

"It feels like walking inside a freezer," Kotekawa Kami muttered to himself.

"We should be there soon, right?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro said uncertainly, highly vigilant. In a place like this, if it were to collapse, everyone would be doomed.

He never expected that the Frost Demon's ice cave was hidden so deep underground.

Kotegawa nodded slightly.

The giant demon leading the way suddenly became ethereal and then vanished.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback and became even more vigilant. He raised his hand, and everyone went on alert.

Kami Kotegawa's voice came through his wireless headset: "We've arrived."

"Huh?" He was immediately taken aback and quickly turned on his flashlight to look ahead. At that moment, a gust of frosty wind suddenly rushed towards him from the white, cold air ahead. A deep, resonant voice echoed after the wind and frost, making his ears hurt: "Come in!"

The words carried a commanding authority, and shards of ice crystals that had formed on the cave ceiling rustled down.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart tightened. He was about to face a monster that had lived for over seven hundred years, and this was the first time in his life he had ever done something like this... He subconsciously glanced at Kotegawa.

Kotegawa nodded slightly.

It's just a ghost, nothing to be afraid of.

He felt relieved, took a deep breath, and cautiously led his men forward.

After walking a few steps, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The white, frigid air suddenly dissipated, and something emanated from the surrounding cave, illuminating the ice cave. One after another, ice-blue stone pillars hung straight down to the ground, and in an instant, they seemed to have entered an ice-blue world.

The white, chilling air, like swirling eddies, wandered aimlessly within the ice cave.

Deep within the dimly lit ice cave, countless stinging gazes were fixed on them, filled with undisguised greed.

Centuries ago, humans were indeed treated as food by ghosts and monsters.

"Damn it, this is really like walking into a den of monsters!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro felt his scalp tingle from the stares and was annoyed, but he had to be polite at someone else's doorstep.

He looked toward the deepest part of the ghostly ice cave.

There was a colossal body, nearly five meters tall, sitting atop a towering ice platform. Its eyes were slightly closed, one hand supporting its head, radiating an invisible pressure that made it hard to breathe.

As Ishikawa Yasuhiro gazed at it, a shiver ran through his body like an electric current, seemingly emanating from his very bones.

He opened his mouth wide, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

His subordinates, upon suddenly seeing such a massive ghost, also showed fear in their eyes.

Kotekawa Kami turned his head to look at him, exhaled lightly, and his powerful true energy gradually increased, locking onto the Frost Demon from afar, and his sharp sword aura shot straight up.

The frost and snow covering the entire ice cave seemed to freeze for a moment.

The numerous malicious prying eyes instantly seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, letting out low growls to mask their fear.

The massive body on the high platform stirred, its eyelids slowly opening to reveal a pair of scarlet eyes that cast an indifferent gaze over.

Kotekawa Kami's figure seemed to grow taller, and he took a step forward.

Take this step.

The pressure that Ishikawa Yasuhiro was facing suddenly disappeared, as if the clouds had cleared and the rain had stopped in an instant.

He watched Kotegawa's retreating figure, suppressing his excitement, thinking that he would do everything he could to get a good sword from headquarters when he got back!

Damn it, this is clearly a suicide mission! Getting a sword or something wouldn't be too much to ask, would it?

Kotekawa Kami gazed at the Frost Demon on the distant high platform. This demon was covered in a layer of ice-blue vine armor, somewhat resembling a Sengoku daimyo from a history textbook. It had barbed blades on its wrists, sharp and long fingers, and its legs were somewhat illusory, but its upper body seemed to have solidified, with bulging muscles, suggesting that it was probably very good at close-quarters combat.

He wanted to kill it.

It wasn't just because of the malice it constantly exuded, but also because of the haphazardly piled bones and skeletons at its feet.

There were obvious bloodstains on it, and even around the skull, there were scattered pieces of torn cotton dress.

This ghost is still eating people.

The Frost Demon on the high platform seemed to sense the danger and sat up straight, staring directly at Kotegawa. The chill in the ice cave grew stronger.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro noticed that something was wrong with Kotegawa and tugged at him, saying into the hidden wireless earpiece, "Don't be impulsive."

Kotekawa Kami pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said, "How about I disable it first? That way, it'll be easier to ask any questions."

“No, it hasn’t come to that yet…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said, his lips twitching.

It seems that Kotegawa becomes a completely different person when it comes to slaying monsters.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the five-eyed rat-man who had almost been chopped into mincemeat...

The frost demon on the high platform leaned forward, staring at them, and let out a deep, muffled growl: "Humans! State your purpose!"

It sensed the threat and lost its earlier composure.

Seeing that it was so direct, Ishikawa Yasuhiro did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, three teams of people came forward, took off the three half-person-high hiking backpacks they were carrying, and took out three silver-white boxes from them.