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

His thick, long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. After a slight loss of focus, they immediately shone with brilliance.

"it's over?"

Feeling the greatly increased true energy within his body, he closed his eyes again after regaining consciousness to check his condition after consuming the spiritual fruit.

The deep, boundless sea of ​​my heart seemed to brighten a little more, and ancient, simple characters emerged one by one:

[Achievement: 2399]

[Sword: 2510]

[Fist: 2075]

……

Looking at the three attributes—"Skill," "Sword," and "Fist"—each increased by 500 points, he suddenly uttered a question: "That's it?"

Five hundred years of cultivation... and that's it?

A group of demons fought to the death, and even the Demon King waited two years for the spiritual fruit... and that's it?

"The medicinal effect of a single spiritual fruit is roughly equivalent to killing a great evil god like a Demon King or a Viper God... Illusion King is not qualified."

He let out a soft breath, trying to compose himself.

I wasn't disappointed; the effects of the spiritual fruit were indeed very strong. At most, I was a little disappointed. Although it was strong, it wasn't as strong as I had imagined. Overall, it was just so-so, barely satisfactory.

He didn't get up immediately. He first circulated his inner energy to clear his meridians and relieve the soreness and numbness all over his body. Only after he felt completely comfortable and his fatigue disappeared did he stand up and go into the bathroom for a relaxing hot bath.

After taking a shower, he rubbed his stomach and went downstairs. No one was home, and the big white cat wasn't there either. He didn't think much of it and rummaged through the refrigerator. Not too surprised, he found several food containers packed with food. He thanked Qingkong for her thoughtfulness, heated the food in the microwave, and took it directly to the living room.

Before eating, he turned on the TV, and was quite surprised when he saw today's date.

"01/28/15:33..."

"Why is it only the 28th? Doesn't that mean I ate the fruit last night?" He stood there, holding his lunchbox, stunned. He got up, went into the study on the second floor, turned on his computer, and carefully checked the date and time.

"I went into seclusion on Thursday night... Today, today is indeed Friday... I really only stayed in seclusion for one day, no, at most fifteen hours..."

His expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

Did Kitami Takezon miscalculate or just slip of the tongue? Fifteen days suddenly became fifteen hours?

Impossible! Would He make such a basic mistake?

But if He wasn't wrong, how should we explain this now?

He tapped the table with his five fingers on his right hand, and after thinking it over, he came to a conclusion that was not entirely certain but was plausible: perhaps after he had obtained the spiritual fruit for a period of time, he had killed the Illusion King twice and the Viper God once, which greatly increased his strength, so digesting the spiritual fruit was so easy. The fifteen days he mentioned back then was probably estimated based on the time when he had just killed the Evil Ghost King.

“If that’s the case, then it’s acceptable…” He leaned back in his chair and nodded slightly.

Although the spiritual fruit was somewhat disappointing, it seemed much more valuable because it saved a long time of digestion.

This means that he killed the Viper God again without taking any risks or losing any swords.

He wasn't so disappointed anymore, his mood improved, he turned off his phone, went downstairs, and picked up his lunchbox again.

After he finished rummaging through all the lunchboxes and filled his stomach a little, he closed the biodegradable lunchboxes and threw them into the trash bag. He then strolled leisurely into the yard and began to stretch his fists and feet, carefully experiencing how much stronger he had become after eating the spiritual fruit.

However, before he could finish his set of punches, Yuka and Haruka Takanashi had already returned.

"Huh?" Yuka, feeling incredibly surprised, exclaimed instinctively, "Furugawa? You're up?"

Qingkong quickly asked, "Is there anything else you're worried about?"

She felt that Kotegawa's sudden, well, coming out of seclusion might be because he remembered something urgent.

"No, it seems there was a slight miscalculation..." He scratched his head: "I guess I've made it out of seclusion."

"……what?"

A few minutes later, in the living room, he briefly explained the situation... It was indeed such a farce that he couldn't help but dig his toes into the floor.

The three girls remained silent.

Yu Jia muttered, "So even you can make a mistake in your calculations!"

Just as he was about to speak, Qingkong said, "It's really impossible to confirm the time for this kind of thing. He only said that it might take up to half a month, but he didn't say that it would definitely take half a month."

He scratched his head, thoroughly enjoying his girlfriend's blatant favoritism.

Takanashi suddenly asked him, "Furugawa, um, my dad, did he get involved with something very dangerous?"

Kotegawa didn't think much of it and said directly, "I don't know yet. Although we have some clues, we haven't found the person yet... Don't worry, I will definitely find him."

“I’m not in a hurry…” Takanashi shook his head, struggling a bit, “If, if it’s too difficult, I don’t have to push myself too hard. I need to protect my own safety first.”

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," he said softly, his voice carrying a reassuring quality.

Takanashi seems a bit off. Could someone have said something to her?

He glanced at Youjia and Qingkong, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Yuka blurted out, "Kurumi said you encountered the mother goddess Izanami and almost didn't make it back... Is that true?"

This time, Qingkong didn't speak up for him. She gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands and watched him silently.

Is that it...? He hesitated for a moment and said, "We can't be sure yet that we encountered Izanami; it's just a guess..."

The three girls' faces all changed color.

He quickly added, "It's not that exaggerated. We didn't interact. He just glanced at me from a great distance. Besides, I have divine protection, so I really didn't encounter any danger!"

You could say Hu Tao is smart, she can barely pass her exams at school, but you could also say she's stupid, her intuition is incredibly accurate, she even guessed that he almost didn't come back.

However, that girl guessed it and didn't mention it in front of him, but instead turned around and told Qingkong, Yujia, and Takanashi... Really, how can you just say such things!

"Which deity is it? From Shirakawa Shrine?"

“No, it’s a deity from Hokkaido,” he said frankly, then smiled and added, “So don’t worry too much about my safety.”

The three girls' expressions visibly improved and they relaxed considerably, but soon they each fell into deep reverie again.

"Koutegawa is actually connected to the God, no wonder he's so powerful..."

“This is your phone…” Qingkong handed him his phone and said, “Ishikawa-san from the Special Division called at noon, apparently wanting to invite you to lunch… I told him I’d probably be free around the middle of next month.”

Kotegawa nodded: "Actually, he might not be free in the middle of next month either. I'll let him know then."

Chapter 101 Five Hundred Years of Power...

A sliver of light pierced through the windowsill, slanting into the room and illuminating Kotegawa's face.

His thick, long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. After a slight loss of focus, they immediately shone with brilliance.

"it's over?"

Feeling the greatly increased true energy within his body, he closed his eyes again after regaining consciousness to check his condition after consuming the spiritual fruit.

The deep, boundless sea of ​​my heart seemed to brighten a little more, and ancient, simple characters emerged one by one:

[Achievement: 2399]

[Sword: 2510]

[Fist: 2075]

……

Looking at the three attributes—"Skill," "Sword," and "Fist"—each increased by 500 points, he suddenly uttered a question: "That's it?"

Five hundred years of cultivation... and that's it?

A group of demons fought to the death, and even the Demon King waited two years for the spiritual fruit... and that's it?

"The medicinal effect of a single spiritual fruit is roughly equivalent to killing a great evil god like a Demon King or a Viper God... Illusion King is not qualified."

He let out a soft breath, trying to compose himself.

I wasn't disappointed; the effects of the spiritual fruit were indeed very strong. At most, I was a little disappointed. Although it was strong, it wasn't as strong as I had imagined. Overall, it was just so-so, barely satisfactory.

He didn't get up immediately. He first circulated his inner energy to clear his meridians and relieve the soreness and numbness all over his body. Only after he felt completely comfortable and his fatigue disappeared did he stand up and go into the bathroom for a relaxing hot bath.

After taking a shower, he rubbed his stomach and went downstairs. No one was home, and the big white cat wasn't there either. He didn't think much of it and rummaged through the refrigerator. Not too surprised, he found several food containers packed with food. He thanked Qingkong for her thoughtfulness, heated the food in the microwave, and took it directly to the living room.

Before eating, he turned on the TV, and was quite surprised when he saw today's date.

"01/28/15:33..."

"Why is it only the 28th? Doesn't that mean I ate the fruit last night?" He stood there, holding his lunchbox, stunned. He got up, went into the study on the second floor, turned on his computer, and carefully checked the date and time.

"I went into seclusion on Thursday night... Today, today is indeed Friday... I really only stayed in seclusion for one day, no, at most fifteen hours..."

His expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

Did Kitami Takezon miscalculate or just slip of the tongue? Fifteen days suddenly became fifteen hours?

Impossible! Would He make such a basic mistake?

But if He wasn't wrong, how should we explain this now?

He tapped the table with his five fingers on his right hand, and after thinking it over, he came to a conclusion that was not entirely certain but was plausible: perhaps after he had obtained the spiritual fruit for a period of time, he had killed the Illusion King twice and the Viper God once, which greatly increased his strength, so digesting the spiritual fruit was so easy. The fifteen days he mentioned back then was probably estimated based on the time when he had just killed the Evil Ghost King.

“If that’s the case, then it’s acceptable…” He leaned back in his chair and nodded slightly.

Although the spiritual fruit was somewhat disappointing, it seemed much more valuable because it saved a long time of digestion.

This means that he killed the Viper God again without taking any risks or losing any swords.

He wasn't so disappointed anymore, his mood improved, he turned off his phone, went downstairs, and picked up his lunchbox again.

After he finished rummaging through all the lunchboxes and filled his stomach a little, he closed the biodegradable lunchboxes and threw them into the trash bag. He then strolled leisurely into the yard and began to stretch his fists and feet, carefully experiencing how much stronger he had become after eating the spiritual fruit.

However, before he could finish his set of punches, Yuka and Haruka Takanashi had already returned.

"Huh?" Yuka, feeling incredibly surprised, exclaimed instinctively, "Furugawa? You're up?"

Qingkong quickly asked, "Is there anything else you're worried about?"

She felt that Kotegawa's sudden, well, coming out of seclusion might be because he remembered something urgent.

"No, it seems there was a slight miscalculation..." He scratched his head: "I guess I've made it out of seclusion."

"……what?"

A few minutes later, in the living room, he briefly explained the situation... It was indeed such a farce that he couldn't help but dig his toes into the floor.

The three girls remained silent.