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

Without hesitation, the mustachioed man turned and ran, running all the way to the edge where the ice crystals were falling. He then stepped out, but his expression changed drastically in an instant. The binding force and suffocating feeling that had almost killed him came crashing down from all directions again.

He knelt on the ground, one hand covering his neck, desperately crawling towards the ice crystals behind him.

The group that made the first move were already aware that they had been discovered. Their eyes turned fierce, they raised their katana and charged towards Kotegawa with screams.

Kotegawa slightly turned his body, the longsword in his hand flashing coldly, and then a row of right arms flew high into the air.

The difference is too great. Even if Kotegawa stood still and let them chop him, they could only tear his clothes at most.

A blood-red sandstorm roared up, and painful groans came from the group's mouths, as if the sandstorm possessed a demonic power to suck blood.

Kotegawa watched quietly; this group seemed to be from some kendo dojo.

The others who were secretly touching their weapons trembled at the sight, and quietly let go, lying back down on the ground.

The mustachioed man who climbed back in also looked on in utter terror.

Sure enough, what true king hasn't killed someone?

Judging from his reaction, the number of people who have died at his hands is probably not eighty, but at least a hundred!

Unfortunately, he was wrong; most of those who died at the hands of Kotegawa were actually yokai (supernatural beings).

As for humans, I haven't really killed many.

Even now, he hasn't completely killed him.

He glanced at the other gangsters and said softly, "Anyone else want to make a move? Come on, come on."

No one dared to utter a sound.

Kotegawa wiped the blood off his sword and sighed with regret.

The mustachioed man on the outermost edge felt a tightness in his chest; he strongly suspected that Kotegawa had intended to kill them all! At least, he really had that thought…

The surrounding scenery was completely shattered.

They returned to the warehouse, now with only a few more men missing their right arms, their fates unknown.

At that moment, the combined sirens of Special Branch officers and police cars rang out from outside.

A group of people rushed in, led by Yasuhiro Ishikawa.

He glanced around, and when he saw those who were missing their right arms, his eyelids twitched involuntarily. Finally, he looked at Kotegawa with a questioning look in his eyes.

“I was kidnapped.” Kotegawa pointed at the gang of bastards and said, “The others are trying to take me from them.”

Finally, he added, "From an objective point of view, I guess I'm a victim... Ishikawa-san, there have been a lot of yakuza around Bunkyo lately, which has terrified everyone."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro stared at him speechlessly, pointing at the mustachioed man who seemed to have escaped a great disaster: "Take all these bastards back!"

The man with the mustache nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Take him away quickly!"

---Aside---

Sigh... what am I going to do about tomorrow's update? (I'm leaving by bus tomorrow)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Who exactly are you?

"Fujimoto ran away?"

Kotegawa glanced at the message he had just received on his phone, didn't think much of it, grabbed his coat, and headed out.

Although he had just returned home, he still had to endure Youjia's scolding, who said he was a child who was running around without paying attention to the time, and told him to stay home and wait for Aunt Qingkong Qiuye to come home.

But Fujimoto still couldn't be let go.

If you really look into it, he was actually taking the blame for Fujimoto. If that bastard hadn't sold him information, how could he have caused so much trouble?

Moreover, he's not the only one who thinks this way; all the underworld figures think this way today.

The person he wants to deal with most right now is Fujimoto. He sold out his information, so if he doesn't teach him a lesson, will he try to take advantage of him next time?

As for the idea that it's unreasonable but reasonable for intelligence brokers to sell information, let that be a lie. Might makes right!

With a sneer, Kotegawa stepped on the gas and chased after Kanagawa.

……

Qingkong carried two large bags into the house, but seeing that Yujia was home alone, she casually asked, "Where is he? Did he go to the shrine?"

"No way, he rushed out a few minutes ago, looking like he was going to fight someone." Youjia muttered while eating an apple, "You don't know, that kid ran away when he was putting up the decorations, and he's been gone for hours."

"It must be something urgent, right?" Qingkong took a sip of water and said somewhat uncertainly. She turned around, took out her phone, and called Kotekawa.

Today marks the start of the Gods' Birthday celebration. If this kid dares to go and take on any bounty missions, he'll be kneeling on a keyboard when he gets back!

The call connected instantly, and Kotegawa's voice came through: "Hello, hello, you're back?"

Qingkong tilted her head slightly: "Where did you run off to?"

"I'm going to Kanagawa Prefecture to take care of some small business. I'll be back soon."

Are you coming back for lunch?

"I'll check the time after I finish my business. It's okay, make extra lunch, I'll eat it when I get home."

Was this just a matter of time? Qingkong didn't really want to complain about him, so she said directly, "What should you say if Aunt Qiuye asks you where you went?"

"Um... part-time job, I did a delivery job!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Kotegawa added another charge to Fujimoto's account.

If we don't teach him a lesson today, it would be an injustice!

Meanwhile, in an open-air hot spring in Kanagawa Prefecture, Fujimoto, covered in flabby flesh, was unaware of the impending doom he was about to face. He wiped his face with a towel, turned to the side to pick up a small plate, sipped some sake, picked up a piece of beef, savored it briefly, and then cursed, "You son of a bitch."

He was blind this time, choosing such an idiot as a business partner! But while he's unlucky, that idiot grandson is definitely not having an easy time either.

The matter has blown up so much that the entire Tokyo underworld probably knows about what he did, and they've probably already blacklisted him!

No one would like an idiot like that.

"Idiot!" Fujimoto cursed angrily as he thought about it. What did it matter to him whether his grandson lived or died? He was the one who was really unlucky!

At that moment, the wooden door to the hot spring was slowly pushed open, and someone cautiously spoke up: "Boss..."

"what?"

"Boss, there's new information from Tokyo... The Special Division and the police have intervened and taken away all the yakuza."

Fujimoto was taken aback, then sneered, "That's perfect! The Special Division and the shrine have always had a close relationship. Now the Tokyo underworld must hate this bastard to death! He won't live much longer!"

The subordinate behind the wooden partition door said cautiously, "Boss, it seems that the bastard is already dead."

"What?" Fujimoto was greatly surprised: "They've already been taken care of?"

"Yes! I heard that the stampede occurred due to the chaos at the time."

"A stampede?" Fujimoto, who had lived his whole life, scoffed at the words, muttered "they're all bastards," poured himself another cup of sake, and downed it in one gulp.

Good riddance, you bastard!

This is what happens when you incur public wrath!

The sake was getting a bit strong, especially while soaking in the hot spring. Fujimoto's cheeks and nose turned bright red, and he hiccuped as he said, "Now that that bastard is dead, this matter is pretty much over... How's the guy he tied up?"

"There's no news on that yet; they'll probably be under the protection of the Special Branch..." The subordinate hesitated, "Boss, while we're not entirely sure if it's true, there's some information about you..."

"Me?" Fujimoto was taken aback, put down his wine glass, and said in a deep voice, "Did Shirakawa Shrine make such a threat?"

If Shirakawa Shrine is prepared to retaliate against him, Kanagawa might not be safe either.

“It’s not Shirakawa Shrine…” the subordinate said with some difficulty. “It seems that all the yakuza circles in Tokyo, big and small, are saying that they want to sink you into Tokyo Bay.”

The hot spring pool fell silent. After more than a minute, Fujimoto finally spoke: "Did you hear the wrong thing? It should be the turtle's grandson who sank into Tokyo Bay. What does it have to do with this old man!"

The subordinate cautiously said, "According to feedback from our channels, at least thirty underworld organizations have made the same statement, indicating that they are at odds with us."

Fujimoto finally couldn't sit still any longer. He wrapped himself in a towel, strode out, and asked with a grim face, "What's going on?"

His subordinate bowed: "It's still under investigation!"

"Too slow! Get the phone!"

Having operated in Tokyo for so many years, he naturally had a wide network of connections.

After getting the phone, Fujimoto found the number he frequently dialed, but the receiver was always busy. Finally, when the recording started, he pressed the hang-up button with a gloomy expression and started dialing the second number.

The second number only rang once before being disconnected.

Fujimoto's face grew increasingly grim, but panic also flickered in his cloudy eyes.

He strode into the house, tossed the phone to his subordinate, and said sternly, "Call them one by one! I don't believe none of them will answer!"

"Yes!" The subordinate, covered in cold sweat, quickly dialed the number.

Fujimoto hastily dried himself with a bath towel, then immediately put on his clothes, not even bothering to eat the lobster feast that had been prepared.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the unease in his heart made him not want to do anything anymore.

Run! Run first, then we'll figure it out!

He's made money his whole life, and even if he retires now, he'll never be able to spend it all before he dies.

"Is it retaliation from Shirakawa Shrine? Or has the Special Division started issuing a warrant for my arrest? Or is it worse?"

Once dressed, Fujimoto felt a little more at ease. He turned to his subordinates and said, "Find the Special Division's phone number and buy this information for five million!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate, who hadn't been able to get through to any of the calls, loudly agreed, but before he could dial a number, a call came in first.

Both his subordinate and Fujimoto were stunned. The former looked at it and said with extreme tension, "It's an unfamiliar number, from Tokyo!"

Fujimoto's expression also changed slightly. His face flickered between light and dark for a moment before he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

Since he's currently in Kanagawa, even if Shirakawa Shrine wants to retaliate against him, they can't come over anytime soon. So it's better to let him find out what's going on.

He swallowed hard and swiped his thumb to answer the call.

But there was complete silence on the other end of the phone; no one made a sound.