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

Kotegawa carefully crafted his words: "Have you noticed anything unusual about your house lately?"

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

"For example, are the fortune sticks less effective than before? Are the talismans less powerful than they used to be?"

"No! Everything is normal at home... What do you mean by that?" Hu Tao's voice sounded slightly puzzled.

Everything is normal? That's really strange... Kotegawa doesn't understand either. There are talismans and shrines outside the inn, so how did the monster break in silently?

He stepped out of the monitoring room and onto the hotel floor.

Outside, everyone looked tense, busily preparing for the night.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro walked over with a serious expression and said, "Make room in the hotel's activity room so we can stay together tonight. Also, I'll send someone to the city to buy bento boxes and water. We won't touch anything here."

"That's quite thoughtful." Kotegawa didn't say anything, but carried his sword bag to the nearby bench, sat down, took out his phone, and started reading and replying to messages.

It's still far from dark, and he doesn't need to do anything, so he might as well play on his phone for a while.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced back at the hotel and felt an invisible chill emanating from the empty floors. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and he quickly sat down near the Kote River, squinting in the sun to dispel the chill that had just crept over him.

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

Chapter 115 High-level hunters often...

"Can it really work?" As the sun set, Yasuhiro Ishikawa squatted at the entrance of the hotel, holding a boxed lunch in his hand, his face full of worry.

He hasn't even figured out who his opponent is yet, so taking such a big risk is really against his principles.

Kotekawa Kami, who was engrossed in eating his rice next to him, swallowed his rice and said, "Don't worry, I know this stuff."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro nodded heavily. At this point, it was too late to leave. His only solace now was that Kotegawa remained so calm.

"Is this enough? Why don't we send someone to buy another truckload of bento boxes before it gets dark?"

Kami Kotekawa put down the empty lunchbox and wiped his mouth with a tissue: "That's about enough. Don't eat too much for dinner, just eat until you're about 70% full."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback, silently looking at the lunch boxes piled up like a small mountain next to him, and thought to himself that there was a reason why he was so impressive.

"It's okay, eat as much as you want! Put everything else aside, we'll make sure you're full!"

Kotegawa shook his head.

Eating too much will make me sleepy and affect my activities. I don't know if what's coming tonight is a ghost, a demon, or some other weird thing.

He took a sip of tea, walked to the open space already shrouded in twilight, and slowly practiced his boxing, stretching his muscles and blood.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked up at the sky, which had completely darkened, with only a few scattered stars shining through.

His expression hardened, and he stood up.

It's getting dark...

It happened around this time last night, right?

He raised his hand high.

The squad leader behind him looked grave. The entire hotel, wherever there were lights, was now as bright as day.

Even if it may not be of any use, it at least gives me some peace of mind.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced around at his men who were busily inspecting the protective barrier, and couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of relief as he checked the guns and ammunition he was carrying.

After finding the greatsword unwieldy, he gave it up and switched to a dagger, also carrying a gun.

The dagger wasn't for fighting monsters; it was a tool to help you survive in the wilderness if you ever got lost.

He loaded the bullets fully, inhaled the cool mountain breeze, and waited intently.

Behind him, members of ten squads, each holding their equipment, sat on stools, ready for battle.

In the courtyard, only Furutekawa Kamimi was practicing boxing, stretching his muscles and tendons.

The sky darkened completely. In the sweltering summer heat, the night sky was clear and dotted with stars, making it a peaceful night.

Ten minutes later, nothing had happened.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa couldn't help but lean back slightly, glance at his watch, and breathed a slight sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

The time when the incident occurred last night has already passed.

A collective sigh of relief rose behind him.

It is often the unknown that is frightening. Ishikawa Yasuhiro felt this deeply. He didn't say anything, but simply lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Phew!" He exhaled a smoke ring, just as he was about to enjoy the moment, but at that instant, the brightly lit apartment building went dark.

He was stunned for a moment, then his face tightened instantly.

coming!

A few panicked sounds came from behind.

He snapped out of his daze, tossed aside the cigarette he'd just taken a puff of, and growled, "Turn on the lights!"

"Yes Yes!"

The headlights of the cars on both sides of the hotel were turned on one after another, illuminating most of the front yard.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa gripped his gun with both hands, his eyes fixed on the main entrance.

Outside the open gate, billowing black mist had appeared out of nowhere.

The headlights on both sides suddenly flickered, then went out silently amidst a buzzing sound of electricity.

As the lights went out, Yasuhiro Ishikawa's heart sank lower and lower.

What the hell is this thing?

"Fire!" he suddenly shouted, aiming at the gate and repeatedly pulling the trigger.

The ten squads behind them, who had already found their attack positions, unceremoniously unloaded the bullets from their magazines. Meanwhile, the Onmyoji stood by, silently chanting incantations, shattering the talismans and unleashing dazzling flames.

Kotekawa Kami, who had already withdrawn his fist, held his sword in both hands and stared intently at the gate.

The gunfire quickly stopped, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro, while changing magazines, urged his men to try turning on the headlights.

After issuing several orders hastily, he swallowed hard, raised his reloaded pistol again, pointed it at the gate, and asked his subordinate wearing night-vision goggles, "How is it?"

"Boss, there's nothing outside the gate!"

"They were driven back?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro also put on night vision goggles and scanned his surroundings, not daring to relax for a moment.

At that moment, Kotegawa's slightly strange voice rang in his ear: "Retreat!"

"Retreat?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes widened instantly, and he turned around, roaring, "Get out of the way!"

He then suddenly rolled forward.

Just as he did a somersault, a huge spiked club fell from the sky, crashing diagonally onto the floor and creating a large crater.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's entire back went numb instantly. He stiffly twisted his neck and looked at the barbs on the spiked club behind him, which were longer than his fingers. Cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.

He swallowed hard, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

So close! So close, his beautiful wife was about to become a widow!

Heavy footsteps suddenly rang out, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a one-horned demon, seemingly wreathed in flames, crawled in from outside the three-meter-high gate, its large, fist-sized, scarlet eye staring at everyone in the courtyard.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart trembled.

The Red Demon! The legendary messenger of hell!

"Fire! Fire!" he screamed desperately in a distorted voice.

Gunfire erupted again.

The Red Demon simply raised his hand to cover his single eye, letting the bullets fall on his body, creating a shower of sparks.

Someone shouted, "Why aren't the talismans and the shrine moving?"

"I want to know too!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro roared, "Stop talking nonsense! If it doesn't die, we'll all die!"

The gunfire suddenly intensified.

After everyone had emptied their guns, the Cyclops, standing in the yard, simply patted his belly.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro and his group were immediately filled with despair.

They're using specially made exorcising bullets!

With such a powerful attack, even if disaster strikes, no one would dare to withstand it head-on!

How come they didn't even leave that red demon a small opening!

Could it be... much stronger than a disaster?

“Something’s strange…” Kotegawa’s voice came through the headset.

Ishikawa was taken aback, then quickly said, "It might be much better than a disaster!"

"No, I meant the talismans and shrine at the door... Huh? Another monster."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro listened in a daze, his heart filled with even greater despair.

This one red demon was enough for them to handle, and now another one has come?

Does the divine deity wish for his beautiful wife to become a widow?!

He opened his eyes wide and glared angrily at the door.

Beside the red demon, whose body was wreathed in flames, was illuminated a monster that was almost as tall as it, but whose body was bluish-purple and resembled both a cow and a horse.

Upon seeing it clearly, Ishikawa Yasuhiro was instantly struck dumb, jumping up as if struck by lightning, his voice trembling: "Y- ...

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

Chapter 116 I Don't Care What You Are