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

The eyes of the evil prison trembled. At this moment, it finally realized... this human was fearless and really dared to kill it!

"Ok?"

The sword tip pressed against its heart began to pierce downwards. The pain brought it back to its senses, and it cried out in terror, "Seaside cave!"

The longsword, which was thrusting downwards, stopped. Kotegawa then asked, "What's this about the street ghosts?"

Having narrowly escaped death, Xie Yumu gasped for breath, but upon hearing the question, he immediately tensed up: "I...I can't say!"

"is it?"

The longsword, which had just stopped, plunged downwards again, and blood flowed out.

The six eyes of the Evil Prison Eyes suddenly widened, and it roared angrily: "Human! You are courting death!"

"If you don't talk, you'll die right now."

"I'll die if I say it!"

Kotekawa paused his thrusting motion and planted the sword in the ground beside him.

The pain of severed limbs kept stimulating the Evil Prison Eye, but now that it had survived, it was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Kotegawa, sleeves rolled up, looked at it and said, "You should have said so earlier!"

"You..." Before it could finish speaking, a fist suddenly appeared in its eyes, getting closer and closer...

Furutekawa Kamimi started beating it up, until it was half-conscious.

Evil Prison was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

"Huh, it's pretty tough?" A slightly surprised voice reached its ears, followed by a punch that was much, much more ferocious than before, slamming into its head.

Without uttering a sound, it stretched out its two hind legs and finally fainted.

Kotegawa stood up, looked down at its head, and when a faint white light appeared between its eyebrows, his thoughts surged forth, transforming into a [Nightmare], invading its inner world.

The inner world of the Evil Prison is an endless sea of ​​fire, billowing black smoke, with no sunlight overhead. Countless souls wail and struggle in the sea of ​​fire, suffering from the scorching heat of the flames.

The two-headed demon, whose body was as large as a small mountain, curled up its limbs and lay in front of a crimson stone gate, its eyes coldly watching the sea of ​​fire.

"Is this hell?" Kotegawa murmured, taking in the surrounding scenery. He flew to one side and searched for most of the way before finally finding the Red Oni he had just killed.

The red demon was enveloped in a thick, ominous aura, and it spoke in a low, humming voice to the Evil Prison Eye: "My friend, by the command of my king, you must first swear an oath!"

The shrunken Evil Prison Eyes said in a low voice, "I hereby swear..."

It suddenly uttered a string of gibberish that Kotegawa couldn't understand.

A moment later, the Crimson Demon rubbed its single eye, stretched out its large hand, and grasped the forehoof of the Evil Prison Eye. It hummed, "Take the Wraith with you and go with me to the Mortal World. After it is done, my king will help you go even further!"

The demon's six eyes stared at it, and it asked in a low voice, "How many ghosts? What is the matter?"

"Take as much as you can!" The Crimson Demon turned to look at the sea of ​​fire: "My king has discovered that the divine power of the gods who protect the mortal world seems to be waning recently, but we need your... "

The eyes of the person above, Kamiko Kotekawa, suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

But suddenly, countless cracks appeared all around, densely packed, like lightning, spreading extremely fast.

An unprecedented sense of threat rose within him, as if the dark crack was about to spread to him.

He glanced at the Crimson Demon and Evil Prison Eyes below, which had already cracked and disappeared, then his figure transformed into a stream of light and returned to his consciousness.

In the instant his consciousness returned, Xie Yumu, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, silently cracked open and turned into ashes in just a few seconds.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the ashes that had turned into Evil Prison Eyes' body.

The oath backfired? It even managed to defend against [Nightmare]?

Is Xie Yumu out of his mind? He didn't even leave himself a way out.

This shows that you should never say anything definitively...

Especially oaths should not be made carelessly.

He shook his head, pondered for a moment, then dispelled the realm of impermanence and returned to the inn.

"The divine power of the gods who protect the world is waning... If I said this, would anyone believe me?"

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

Chapter 119 Pressure

Although there were some mistakes, the result can be considered as resolving the Red Demon and the Evil Prison Eye.

After returning to the inn, Kotegawa did not immediately call Ishikawa Yasuhiro out. Instead, he stood at the door, gazing at the night sky, lost in thought for a long time.

I didn't hear the whole thing the red demon said, but the gist of it seemed to be that the divine power protecting the gods in the human world was waning, and that the Evil Prison Eye needed to carry a ghost to test it.

The ghostly incidents on the streets these past few nights must be related to this, although I don't know how the Evil Prison Eye managed to do it.

He doesn't have time to delve into the details right now, mainly because that sentence contained too much information.

First, even gods are divided into factions.

It seems that some protect the world, while others either stand by indifferently or something else entirely; there might even be deities who hate this world.

In any case, not all gods are friendly to the mortal world.

Secondly, how could the Ghost King sense the weakening of the gods' divine power?!

He simply couldn't do that! He couldn't even perceive the existence of the gods.

Does this mean that, from another perspective, he still has a considerable gap to close with the Ghost King in terms of raw power?

One last point: the fact that the Ghost King dared to use methods to test the gods' reactions suggests that there are no powerful beings in the ordinary world that it fears, and that only the gods are what it fears.

He felt a sudden heaviness in his heart.

If the divine power of the gods who protect the world is truly declining, will there come a day when another "day of darkness" will appear? Will that be the time when countless evil spirits emerge from the deep mountains and from hell?

By then, will there still be a safe place in the world? Will he be able to protect those around him?

"It's still not strong enough... Evil Eyes is quite experienced in dealing with Nightmare, but it's just a gatekeeper. If a more powerful monster appears next time, will Nightmare become completely useless?"

He frowned slightly as he thought about it.

If the evil demon had died at his hands, even if he were to be hunted down by the so-called hell, it wouldn't be a bad deal. He could kill one if one came, or two if two came.

Unfortunately, he died because of the backlash of his oath.

“I can’t pretend I don’t know about this, otherwise it’s just burying my head in the sand. I need to keep looking for the next Red Oni, or one of the henchmen of that so-called ‘Extremely Evil Oni King’. I can also try to find the way to Hell. There are a lot of ghosts there. If I kill them all, I might not be afraid of facing the Evil Oni King…” He turned around and walked to the basement, put on his wireless headset, and greeted Ishikawa Yasuhiro inside.

Not long after, Yasuhiro Ishikawa led a group of people out and found the missing agent, the hotel owner, and some guests.

At 10 p.m., Ishikawa Yasuhiro requested a special train for the Special Division, claiming that he had discovered an "extremely urgent incident," and the train carrying a whole group of people returned to Tokyo.

After much deliberation, Kotegawa decided not to tell him that the Demon King had noticed the weakening of divine power. One reason was that he hadn't figured out whether the backlash from the oath that had happened to Evil Eyes would also affect him. The other reason was that Ishikawa Yasuhiro had an extremely devout faith in the gods, and he didn't know if he could accept it if he told him this... There hadn't been any good news from the Ise Grand Shrine yet, which had already caused him to lose a lot of hair.

He simply told Ishikawa Yasuhiro who was behind the incident.

Even so, Ishikawa Yasuhiro immediately felt like his backside was on fire and couldn't sit still any longer, so he was eager to rush back to Tokyo.

On the train back to Tokyo, Ishikawa Yasuhiro asked with anticipation in his eyes, "Furutegawa, if the Demon King really does appear one day, can you handle him?"

Kotegawa pondered carefully and said seriously, "There's a high probability we can't defeat him; the Demon King is much stronger than me."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa immediately looked bitter. Thinking about it, it made sense. At Kotegawa's age, he was already incredibly strong, but he was still human, not a god.

The restless demon king... Ishikawa Yasuhiro closed his eyes, feeling that there was no light in the future.

At 5 a.m., the train arrived at Shinjuku Station. The return journey took longer than the outward journey because it was attacked by monsters along the way. However, Kotegawa did not intervene, while Ishikawa Yasuhiro led his men out and wreaked havoc.

Perhaps they also wanted to use this to vent their inner panic.

After getting off the train, Kotegawa refused Ishikawa Yasuhiro's offer to take him home, slung his sword pouch over his shoulder, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away alone.

The neon lights all around were on all night, but most of the shops were closed. A car passed by every now and then, and a small team of special agents were resting and drinking coffee under a street lamp in the distance.

The sky above was already beginning to lighten with a faint glow. Kotegawa walked through the street, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

The road home was quite long. By the time he reached the entrance of the commercial street, it was already light out, and the shops had opened and were preparing to open for business.

He stopped and pondered for a moment.

Qingkong was staying at the shrine, and he hadn't told her he'd returned overnight, so if she went back now, she'd still have to come out to find something to eat later.

That would be better...

He turned and walked into the commercial street.

The roller shutter door of the family restaurant next door was lifted up from the inside, and the chubby-cheeked owner stood at the door stretching and looking around at both sides of the road, hoping for big customers to come.

Inside the newly opened coffee shop, Sachiko Amamiya, with her hair styled in an upward curl, stared blankly at Kamiko Kotegawa.

When she opened the door earlier, she thought she had encountered a ghost...

She placed the coffee she had just brewed in front of Kotegawa, scrutinizing his clothes and the mask placed beside him. Her delicate little nose twitched slightly as she caught a faint smell of blood. Her heart skipped a beat, and she cautiously asked, "Didn't you sleep all night?"

"I did some work out of town." Kotekawa picked up the cup and took a sip. It was mellow and smooth. He didn't really like coffee, so he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. However, this cup didn't have a strong smell. Big White Cat's skills were quite good.

"You must be exhausted from all that running around." The big white cat glanced at the kitchen.

Kotegawa followed her gaze, a sudden thought struck him, and he asked, "Do you collect yokai and tsukumogami here?"

The big white cat was taken aback and subconsciously said, "No, no, no, I would never do something like selling demons!"

Kotegawa paused, then said, "What I mean is, do you hire ghost employees here?"

“It’s true that we’re short-staffed here, but a major reason for the shortage is that we’d rather have fewer but better employees…” The white cat carefully chose its words and said tactfully, “Actually, whether it’s ghosts or humans, the main problem is that good employees are hard to find.”

Kotegawa nodded slightly, without saying anything.

After chatting for a while, his breakfast was served: clear soup noodles, beef soup, fried shrimp tempura, and cucumber salad.

Half an hour later, he paid the bill, took a cup of cold tea and a large lunchbox, and went home.

Back home, Qingkong hadn't returned yet. He put down the lunchbox, went back to his bedroom, took off his coat and protective armor, went upstairs, and meditated quietly.

When he "woke up," the sunlight outside the window was dazzling and intense. He finished his practice, got up, and stretched his back. The fatigue from not sleeping all night was gone.

"Your sleeping posture is so peculiar." A curious voice suddenly rang out from the side front.

Just as Kotegawa came to his senses, he looked over at the sound and saw Takanashi Hana Mai, with her legs together, blinking at him on the sofa in the corner.