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

Although I've been communicating with my family online lately, Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiba will definitely call on my birthday.

“If things are hopeless, then just give up.” Hu Tao looked at him. “I don’t really care what other people think of me.”

Kotegawa looked at her face: "But you will be sad, you will be in a bad mood... I don't need many reasons, this is enough."

"You rascal..." Hu Tao laughed until tears streamed down her face, "If you say that, I'm really going to cling to you for the rest of my life! The kind of clinginess you can't shake off!"

At 11:20 p.m., Kotegawa watched her ride her motorcycle back, then turned around and went into the airport. After completing the formalities, he boarded the plane.

Because of the unique nature of this world, tickets for the nighttime are much more expensive than those for the daytime, and there are very few passengers.

He found his seat, put away his backpack and sword pouch... With his strength, it would be easy for him to bring the sword pouch onto the plane.

A few minutes later, he received a text message from Hu Tao saying that she had returned home.

The plane's cabin doors began to close, and the engines started up.

He turned off his phone under the watchful eye of the flight attendant and began to close his eyes to rest.

The flight from Tokyo to Hokkaido wasn't long. An hour and a half later, the plane landed smoothly. He disembarked with his belongings, left the airport with practiced ease, paid a parking fee, and drove straight to the mountains.

There was no snowfall in Hokkaido today, but there was still a considerable amount of snow on the ground.

The air was cold. Kotegawa arrived at the closest gathering place to the Youkai Mountain Range. After returning to his rented room, he sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate and recover his energy.

As dawn broke outside the window, he packed his things, munching on dry rations as he drove straight towards the mountains. Now much bolder, he drove directly to the foot of the mountain, slung his backpack and sword pouch over his shoulder, and began to climb.

Upon entering the mountains, he immediately noticed something was amiss.

The still pristine white snow was now dotted with dried bloodstains, as if a massive battle had erupted after he left.

He glanced around, took out his own map, compared it with several landmarks, confirmed the direction of travel, and immediately set off.

He had been here for quite some time and knew very well that very few monsters had come to the outermost ring anymore. Now, even this place was in complete chaos, which clearly indicated that something unusual had happened in the mountains, and it might be related to that evil god.

This time he climbed the mountain faster than usual, firstly because he no longer had to search for an entire mountain like before, and secondly because the distance was indeed quite far. If he wanted to make the round trip within five days, he would have to travel at full speed.

It was not yet fully light, as it was winter and the days were short and the nights long.

Kotegawa's true energy circulated, dispelling the chill, accelerating blood flow, and bringing a continuous source of warmth.

In the snow-covered mountains, he was the only one who could travel like this.

Chapter Eight: More Lively Than Chinese New Year (Part Two)

After traveling for a day and a night without sleep, Kote River had become too lazy to count how many mountains he had crossed. However, the scenery along the way was not just monotonous white; broken monster corpses were everywhere.

As the number of monster corpses appeared increased, he became more and more certain that the evil god was the one who had committed the heinous act.

It seems that destroying so many altars has indeed had a significant impact on it... it might be just one step away from a brain hemorrhage.

"But what do those altars mean to it?" Kotegawa looked up at the mountain that had suddenly risen much higher in front of him, and then glanced at the gradually graying sky. He turned around, found a small valley, set up his tent, crawled inside, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

After climbing this mountain, we'll probably reach the place we've been searching for these past few months.

Whether the elixir exists or not will soon be answered.

Six hours later, the world was a vast expanse of white. He crawled out of the tent, stretched vigorously, and then took out ham, beef, and water from his backpack. He ate his fill in one go. Once he was back to his peak physical condition, he packed his things, put his gloves back on, and began climbing.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, and on the desolate mountain, only the crisp sound of ice axes could be heard.

The mountain was steep and slippery. As Furude River was struggling to climb, a giant eagle suddenly swooped down and became a blur.

The moment it was mistaken for prey, it flipped over and soared into the air. The giant eagle drew an arc in the air and flew into the sky. Kotegawa grabbed the climbing axe and continued to climb with his head down.

The eagle flew too high for the nightmare to affect it.

The giant eagle, having flown far away, circled back in the air, preparing for its second attack.

Kotegawa leaped again, twisting in mid-air, and landed on a solid spot about two meters wide halfway up the mountain.

He gazed at the giant eagle circling in the sky and slowly took out the longsword from his sword sheath.

The giant eagle let out a long cry and swooped down again.

Suddenly, the man and the eagle vanished from the spot.

A few minutes later, when Kotegawa reappeared, the longsword in his hand had been replaced by firewood and a large iron pot.

Let's set up a pot, start a fire, and have a meal first.

Amidst the falling, fine snowflakes, wisps of smoke rise straight into the sky.

An hour later, Kotegawa dropped a bone, let out a slight burp, washed his hands with some snow, packed up his things, and turned to continue climbing, leaving behind only a ash pit and a large pile of bones.

Around 4 p.m., he finally reached the top of the mountain. When he stood there, he turned around and looked back at the vast mountains and rivers, with clouds and mist rising and falling.

He took out his phone, focused, and took a few beautiful photos before beginning to look at the mountaintop.

The mountaintop was covered with patches of black-tipped trees, their branches and leaves resembling ghostly claws; it was unclear whether these trees were dead or alive.

However, these trees looked like rare species. He took a few photos with his phone and touched the bark. It felt surprisingly a little oily.

He wiped his hands on the snow, put his gloves back on, and silently opened the [Nightmare] domain before beginning to explore his surroundings.

There are obvious signs of life here, and the depths of the blackwood forest are even more secluded, with layer upon layer of trees covering the ground so tightly that it is impossible to see under them.

Just in case, Kotegawa drew two longswords and slowly walked inside.

It was deathly silent all around; even the sound of the wind was largely blocked out by the black branches of the forest. Surprisingly, it was warmer here than outside.

Several humanoid creatures wrapped in black robes hurriedly emerged from the innermost cave, stood outside the woods looking around for a long time before turning back.

Kotegawa smelled the stench emanating from them.

"So there are still people from the Evil Spirit Society here..." He frowned slightly, thinking that he had been here for quite some time, but he had never encountered these guys before... No, perhaps they had never left this place at all, since they could sustain their lives with demon energy pills.

Gu thought for a moment, then followed the two evil spirits, heading deeper into the forest.

Deep in the forest was a cave leading underground, but when Kotegawa followed him to the cave entrance, he suddenly looked back with surprise and confusion.

It seems something is coming, and there's more than one.

After a moment's thought, he didn't follow them inside. Instead, he went into the nearby woods, cleared a space quite far away, and set up his tent.

Taking advantage of the Nightmare and the surrounding convenience, he became one with the entire Black Branch Forest. He crawled into the tent, did not meditate, but simply wrapped himself in a sleeping bag, maintained the Nightmare, and waited quietly.

Before long, a wind suddenly rose outside the Black Branch Forest, and several extremely angry eagle cries rang out.

Kotegawa immediately understood; this person had probably come to see him.

The black-robed members of the Evil Spirit Society hurriedly ran out again, letting out inhuman roars. But soon, with the sound of two screams, the wind outside the Black Branch Forest grew stronger and stronger.

Then, the cries of the eagles grew more frequent.

Kotegawa used his sword to cut through the dense black branches, revealing a patch of sky. He looked up and counted at least six giant eagles circling overhead.

Goodness, when did giant eagles become gregarious birds?

He subconsciously touched his stomach; in this freezing cold place, that meal he had just eaten was a rare treat—a warm and satisfying meal.

"Roar!" Another roar suddenly rang out from the distant mountains, followed by a slight tremor on the entire mountain surface, as if something else had arrived.

The entire mountaintop instantly became lively, with the sounds growing increasingly noisy and fierce.

But soon, in the cave next to the Kote River, an extremely angry will seemed to awaken.

Kotegawa's expression turned serious.

Throughout history, those who are weaker than him have always been the ones who have the most effect against [Nightmare].

So whether it will be effective this time is still unknown.

Thick black fog surged out of the cave like a raging tide, instantly darkening the sky.

A heavy thud sounded as someone stomped their feet.

A six-legged, three-eyed, green-skinned monster, over five meters tall, emerged from the enormous cave. It had a mouthful of fangs and spewed out a visible cloud of twisted fire from its nostrils.

Kotegawa lowered his eyelids, trying hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.

Except for not having that pockmarked face, he is exactly the same as the evil god of the Evil Spirit Society!

"No, it's definitely it! Although I don't know where that pockmarked face went..."

However, compared to its previous strength, it seemed to have lost a lot of momentum and even appeared somewhat "weak".

Looking at the three large, scarlet eyes on its face, Kotegawa couldn't help but wonder how much of that redness was fueled by anger...

The evil god of the Evil Spirit Society seemed not to notice him, but walked step by step out of the forest, enveloped in thick black mist.

Kotegawa gripped the sword hilt, then released it, his gaze shifting to the large cave next door.

If I sneak in now, will I be able to get the elixir successfully?

Chapter Nine is even more lively than the Lunar New Year (Part 3)

Just as Kotegawa slipped into the cave, a huge explosion suddenly came from outside, a pillar of fire shot into the sky, and the shockwave pressed the tree branches down extremely low.

Half-burnt eagle feathers fell to the ground, and the few surviving giant eagles flapped their wings with all their might and fled in a panic.

Smelling the faint aroma of meat in the air, Kotegawa gazed outside with a rather solemn expression.

The six-legged, three-eyed behemoth truly lived up to its reputation as a great yokai recorded in the Kojiki. The fire it breathed was more powerful than all the yokai he had ever encountered combined.

"So strong..." A flame flickered deep in his eyes. He suppressed the urge to draw his sword and fight it head-on. With a slightly melancholy feeling, he ventured deeper into the cave.

Finding the elixir is the priority.

The cave stretched downwards, its bottom invisible. The black-robed figures we had seen before knelt in two rows on either side of the path.

Kotegawa ignored the monsters for the time being and continued downwards.

"Wow!"

At that moment, a high-pitched, penetrating cry of an eagle rang out from outside.

He was a little surprised this time. So the giant eagles were also a tyrant in this mountain range? The small ones were eaten, then the big ones came; the big ones were burned, then even bigger ones came?

Hopefully it will last a while.