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

Fujimoto and his subordinates did the same, both of them breathing much more softly, as if they had just received a terrifying phone call.

Finally, a leisurely voice came from the other end: "Fujimoto? I've been looking for you for ages."

The voice was young, unfamiliar, and very impolite.

Fujimoto, who had been barely able to contain himself, yelled, "Who are you? What do you want with me?!"

"Well, you'll find out soon enough."

The call was abruptly ended. Fujimoto was stunned, a strange anger rising within him, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He would make a note of it and deal with the matter at hand later.

After calming down, he picked up his phone again. This time, instead of looking through his contacts, he dialed a number directly.

After a rather long dial tone, the call was finally connected.

He asked directly, "Fujiki, what exactly happened in Tokyo?"

After a long silence, a low voice finally broke through: "This time you've messed with the worst person you could have messed with. You and that bastard have implicated most of the underworld. Now that he's dead, you're next... Fujimoto... For the sake of our years of friendship, you'd better run! You'd better run to the Arctic."

Fujimoto was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with fear and exasperation: "Shirakawa Shrine is just a local shrine! It's not a major shrine! Can they really control everything?"

"It's not the Shirakawa Shrine... It's worse than offending the Shirakawa Shrine... You shouldn't have gotten involved in this. Take care of yourself, Fujimoto! That person has probably already gone to find you personally." The person on the other end of the phone was also a little annoyed. He had already done his best to be considerate, after all, who in Tokyo wasn't carefully avoiding him these days?

"Fujiki! At least tell me who I've offended!"

"..." Then the other end hung up the phone.

Fujimoto's face turned deathly pale. He urged his men, "Pack your things immediately! Get to the nearest airport!"

But his men seemed not to hear him, their faces pale, their voices trembling as they said, "It's too late."

Fujimoto subconsciously followed his gaze and looked ahead, only to see a young man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. This young man was quite unceremonious, enjoying the lobster on the table.

"These shrimp don't seem very fresh."

Fujimoto's eyes widened, his mind went blank for a moment, and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

"It's you? How could it be you? Who...who are you?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: We're Waiting for You

At 11 a.m., a car drove from Kanagawa towards Tokyo. In the driver's seat, Kotegawa Kamimi was talking to his family about rushing back. On the passenger seat were several wooden boxes containing charcoal-grilled meat, souvenirs to take home.

On top of several boxes, a few photos were scattered randomly, all of them of Hu Tao and the little priest; he only had one photo of them together.

The group photo was dug up by Fujimoto's subordinates from the official forum of Kano Private School, while the other photos were taken by paparazzi hired by Fujimoto.

As for why the paparazzi only photographed Hu Tao and the little priest but not him, he didn't know either. So he planned to go home for lunch and then talk to the paparazzi to clear up his doubts.

As for Fujimoto, the mastermind behind all of this, he suffered an acute heart attack right after asking the question and has already gone to the underworld to join his grandson in death.

To avoid causing trouble for the hot spring inn, he even sent Fujimoto and his men to the hospital morgue.

After rushing all the way, Kotegawa finally made it home just as Haruka and Aunt Akiba were washing the last dishes. After exchanging a few words, he ate the lunch that had been left for him, along with the still-steaming roasted pork. After finishing his meal, he drove off again to go find the paparazzi.

Unsurprisingly, the paparazzi's house was empty, with an apology letter left on the table.

He glanced at it; it seemed like he was sincerely apologizing, but every word he uttered betrayed the fact that it was all "bullshit."

He placed the letter back on the table, tapped it lightly with the tip of his index finger, and then his figure transformed into ethereal mist, vanishing in an instant.

Inside an airport far from Bunkyo Ward, a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap hid himself under the high collar of a black trench coat, his eyes scanning his surroundings quickly and anxiously through the sunglasses.

Just then, the phone he was holding suddenly vibrated a few times.

The man covered his face with one hand, looked down, and then his breath caught in his throat, as if his neck was being squeezed.

Fujimoto's body was found in the hospital morgue.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his bloodless lips quivered, revealing an aura of utter despair.

"Dead, really dead... Am I next? Damn it! I shouldn't have taken that job..."

A very kind voice suddenly entered my ears: "Are you afraid?"

The man was startled. He looked up and felt a surge of anger, but before he could react, he was doused with a bucket of water pulled from the seabed of Tokyo Bay.

His eyes were fixed, his lips began to turn blue, and he trembled uncontrollably.

It's over, it's over...

Kotegawa has always abhorred the act of taking photos without permission. This time, instead of asking questions, he brutally entered the paparazzi's memory. After confirming that the guy had not sneaked into the school to take photos of Kurumi, he slightly restrained his murderous intent and altered a part of the memory.

After finishing his work, he stood up and patted the man on the shoulder before leaving: "Young man, be a good person in the future."

After he left, the man's thoughts gradually returned, and he began to mutter, "A good person, I want to be a good person... I want to turn myself in, I made a mistake..."

When Kotegawa returned home, he found that only Yuka was home again; Haruka, Aunt Akiba, and Uncle Kenji had all gone to the mall.

"Why aren't you going?" he asked casually as he put down his coat.

Yuka, who was munching on an apple, rolled her eyes: "Are you stupid? If I go with her, wouldn't Aunt Qiuye have to spend money on me too? That's not appropriate."

Kotegawa washed his hands, sat down on the single sofa next to him, picked up an apple, wiped it on his sleeve as usual, took a bite, and said while chewing, "You're the silly one. Uncle Kenji, Aunt Akiba and Uncle Kima are such good friends, what's wrong with buying some things? Believe it or not, there will definitely be something for you later."

Yujia lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped the sofa and said, "That's right! How could I forget about that!"

She looked at Kotegawa, slightly nervous: "Do you think it's too late for me to go now? The gift doesn't really matter, the main thing is what if I buy something I don't like? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

Kotegawa looked at her speechlessly, picked up a peach from the table and gave it to her: "Here, eat more peaches, peaches are quite expensive at this time of year."

Youjia awkwardly accepted it, taking a bite of apple and a bite of peach.

In winter, the sunlight is usually warmest between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m.

After finishing the peaches and apples, Youjia let out a slight burp. She wiped her mouth haphazardly, got up to open the French windows, then pushed the beanbag chair over with her round bottom sticking out. Finally, she grabbed a blanket and sunglasses, lay down on the sofa, and comfortably basked in the sun.

Kotegawa was munching on a peach, and while he was at it, he was trying to sense the elixir.

Eating this stuff can add 500 years of cultivation; it's a super-sized experience pill. However, the absorption period is a bit long, so for now, we can only wait and see until after the New Year.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table rang.

He snapped out of his daze, looked at Yuka who was enjoying the sun, and said, "Your phone is ringing."

"Look who it is, and answer the call."

He said "Oh," picked up her phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said, "It's someone whose contact name is Tian Teng."

Yuka, who was sunbathing, thought for three seconds and asked, "Who is Tafuji?"

"...Hey, hey, hey, this is the nickname on your phone, right?"

"But I don't remember, you take it first..."

Kotegawa pressed the answer button, turned on speakerphone, and turned the volume up to the maximum.

A girl's soft voice came from inside: "Happy Christmas, everyone."

Upon hearing this, Yujia hurriedly scrambled up from the beanbag chair, ran to the coffee table, knelt down in front of it, and said in her usual voice, "Thank you, Happy Christmas, Tato... classmate."

When she said the name Tian Teng, her expression became slightly strange. There didn't seem to be any girls in the class with the surname Tian Teng!

The person on the other end of the phone, unaware of what was happening here, became much more cheerful after hearing the reply: "Hey, classmate, there's a club gathering tomorrow afternoon. Are you coming? Everyone will be so happy if you do!"

"A club?" Yuka paused for three seconds before realizing, "Oh right, she's in the Ghost Stories Club!" She'd been so busy with her part-time job lately that she'd almost forgotten about the club...

So it was a fellow club member. No wonder she didn't recognize Tian Teng... Yu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, her face slightly troubled. She didn't really want to go, but she hadn't been to the club for several months, yet the person still remembered her and had extended an invitation. Would it be too impolite to refuse?

She thought for a moment, then asked somewhat tentatively, "Where is the gathering place?"

"It's at school! It's a school club."

Really? That's good... While letting out a sigh of relief, Yoshika was also a little disappointed. The people from the Ghost Stories Club are all a bit crazy. If they were really going to some weird place, I could just refuse. I didn't expect them to be going to such an ordinary place... Now I can't refuse.

She replied, "I understand, I'll definitely go tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you! Bye-bye!"

Inside the dimly lit ghost story club, a girl hung up the phone, her neat bangs falling down to cover her eyes.

Through the gap in her hair, she stared at Jia's name on her phone, then slowly grinned, revealing sharp, scarlet teeth.

Around her, a group of people stood hand in hand, muttering to themselves like zombies.

"We're waiting for you, we're waiting for you..."

Chapter 40: Prince Qianwu's Broadcast Begins

Just as Yuka was worrying about tomorrow's club gathering, Kenji called Kotegawa out to help carry things at the mall entrance.

On Christmas Day, shopping malls have massive clearance sales, making it arguably the best day of the year to go on a shopping spree, and it's easy to get carried away.

This is another reason why Yujia didn't go shopping with them; she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.

Kotegawa drove to a nearby shopping mall and saw Kenji standing alone in a corner of the plaza outside, surrounded by countless bags and gift boxes of all sizes.

He looked around, drove the car over, got out, opened the trunk, and helped Uncle Jian move things.

Uncle Kenji moved a little slowly, which showed that he had probably been waiting here for some time.

"Where are Aunt Qiuye and Qingkong?"

"Still in the mall." Uncle Jian's face clearly showed helplessness. He got into the passenger seat; he had been standing in the chilly wind and was freezing.

Looking at the trunk, which was already packed full, Kotegawa couldn't help but wonder how many trips they had made to buy so much.

He drove the car to the parking lot next door and waited with Uncle Jian for Aunt Qiuye and Qingkong to come out.

And this wait lasted another hour...

Inside the car, Uncle Jian had already lowered the passenger seat, put his hands in his sleeves, and started to snore softly.

Kotegawa was also feeling sleepy. He got out of the car, rubbed his face with his hands, and finally made a phone call to Seiko.

No one answered the phone.

Just then, Aunt Qiuye's voice came from the mall entrance: "Xiaojian, over here!"

He looked over at the sound and saw that Aunt Qiuye was carrying seven or eight bags, and Qingkong was following behind her.