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

The three of them sat around the small table and ate this simple dinner.

After everything was finally packed up, they began another long wait.

This time, Kotegawa didn't sleep. Instead, he suppressed all his aura and began to survey the surroundings, focusing his attention on the place where Aunt Akiba had dug.

Aunt Qiuye also became noticeably more nervous, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes fixed on that direction.

Uncle Jian stood silently to the side.

Time passed slowly, the sky grew dark and the surrounding night was as thick as ink and fog, so dark that it seemed even the flames of a raging fire could not illuminate very far.

A sense of unease suddenly rose in Uncle Kenji's heart. The surrounding darkness seemed to have come alive, as if it were squeezing out the range of the firelight.

He instinctively bent down to pick up firewood, but a hand suddenly stopped him.

Kotegawa shook his head at Uncle Kenji with a strange look on his face. He picked up Aunt Akiba and carried Uncle Kenji under his arm. Then he stood quietly, letting the darkness that was surging in from all around engulf the campfire.

Uncle Jian didn't know what was going on, but his child's calm expression made him feel somewhat relieved. He subconsciously looked at Qiuye, but Aunt Qiuye had just looked away, obviously she had been watching him as well.

Suddenly, as if the stars had shifted, a lively commotion reached the elderly couple's ears.

They instinctively looked ahead and were immediately astonished to see a large market. On both sides of the bluestone path, which reflected the moonlight, there were long rows of small stalls, and people were crowded together, as lively as the fireworks festival on the evening of the Obon festival in Tokyo.

"This...this is?" Uncle Kenji asked subconsciously.

Aunt Akiba, who was on Kotegawa's back, suddenly grabbed Kotegawa's clothes and said urgently, "It's here! Yosuke appeared here! He spoke to me here..."

Kotegawa took a deep breath, glanced down at the slightly illusory surroundings, continued to conceal his aura, looked up at the lintel made of huge white bones and skulls, and said softly, "This is a ghost market... This place seems to be called Black Prison."

"Ghost market?"

The moment they heard that word, both Uncle Jian and Aunt Qiuye felt a chill run down their spines, all the way to their crown chakra, and then they both shivered.

Uncle Jian trembled as he looked at the countless figures shrouded in a light mist and illuminated by the lights from the stalls on both sides.

Is this place full of ghosts?

Kotegawa truly hadn't expected there to be such a place in the mountains behind his own backyard. He scanned his surroundings with a somewhat inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

A rather large ghost market, with an aura in the far distance that was almost as strong as the Demon King... For so long, he hadn't noticed it at all.

They're really good at hiding things!

Chapter 114 The Number One on the Blacklist

The ghost market was as lively as a temple fair, with strangely shaped ghosts and monsters mixed together, using something that Furude River had never seen before as currency, each buying what they needed.

The goods displayed on the stall were quite interesting, including broken dolls, red combs, wooden clogs, ancient weapons, cursed spirits, and even Yin Qi pills.

To prevent any hanging human corpses from appearing at first, Kotegawa used Nightmare to create a cover in front of Aunt Akiba and Uncle Kenji. If any stimulating scene appeared, it would be directly blocked.

However, this ghost market was quite clean, and there was nothing he didn't want to see.

He led the elderly couple through a section of Ghost Street, and then, following the directions Aunt Qiuye pointed out intuitively, they walked deeper into the Ghost Market.

Behind the ghost market are rows and rows of graves, with clusters of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps drifting around, making it somewhat like a residential complex in the ghost world.

Uncle Jian covered his mouth tightly, trying to suppress the fear of screaming out loud.

No one is unafraid of ghosts and monsters.

Especially if you take a stroll through a man-eating den of ghosts, most people would be scared out of their wits, right?

Aunt Qiuye despised him.

This cowardly man can only bully women!

Kotegawa walked straight ahead, his consciousness subtly locking onto the strongest aura here.

He didn't feel much hostility for the time being; the ghosts and monsters here seemed to have come alive... at least he hadn't seen any damned creatures yet.

"No wonder there are fewer and fewer monsters in the mountains every year. Have they all moved here to settle down?" He muttered to himself, his speed increasing as he rushed towards the largest domed tomb several kilometers away.

The gray, domed tomb resembled a small mountain, far more imposing than the small mounds along the roadside. The tomb entrance was almost three meters high.

Two fanged, one-horned, blue-faced demons, each wielding a spiked club, squatted at the entrance. They wore tattered animal hides, looking as if they hadn't changed their clothes in years.

After thinking for a moment, Kotegawa released the nightmare and prepared to use diplomacy first and then force as the true king.

He is a reasonable person. Whether it is a human, a monster, or a ghost, as long as the other party does not have a cannibalistic hobby and is a ghost trying to live a good life, he will give them the corresponding respect.

Besides, this time they came to find someone, not to seek revenge.

Two green-faced demons, each over three meters tall, noticed him and immediately extended their heavy, massive spiked clubs.

Kotegawa was about to speak.

But at that moment, the two blue-faced demons suddenly jumped back as if electrocuted, shouting in panic, "Whoa! It's the number one human on the blacklist! Go report to our king immediately!"

They actually turned around and squeezed into the doorway in a rush.

Kotegawa's expression froze.

The number one human on the blacklist? Has he even been here? He's on the blacklist without ever being here? Isn't the demon king here being a bit impolite?

Kenji, who had been tucked under his arm, snapped out of his daze and instinctively asked, "Ken... what did you do?"

"There really isn't one..." Kotekawa shook his head, stepped inside, and didn't care at all whether there was an ambush.

The Demon King, whose aura was comparable to that of the Demon King, was indeed strong enough. He might even be a great demon who had lived for several thousand years. But that was all. He had even killed the Viper God. What did he have to worry about?

The tomb chamber was filled with eerie green flames, bringing light but also a chilling, ghostly atmosphere.

This place has many branching roads, leading in all directions, but unfortunately, there isn't a single window for ventilation.

If someone with claustrophobia came here, they probably wouldn't have gone far before suffocating themselves.

Kotegawa wasn't worried about getting lost. It was as if he had been there many times before, turning precisely every time. Wherever he went, there were sounds of panicked escape.

This made Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiba, who had finally found peace of mind, even more silent.

In the darkness, Aunt Akiba whispered, "Judging from this noise, we don't seem to be here to see Yosuke..."

Uncle Jian also subconsciously added, "It's a bit like gangsters coming to collect debts and cause trouble."

“I have never extorted any ghosts…” Kotegawa sighed softly, quickened his pace again, and finally entered the largest domed hall in the place.

The bowls of eerie green flames illuminated the surroundings brightly.

Several ghosts and monsters, whose auras were far stronger than those outside, stood together, weapons in hand, staring at Furudegawa as if facing a formidable enemy.

At the very center of these ghosts, a huge, fluorescent white skeleton clad in iron armor was supporting its head with its skeletal claws, two eerie green flames glowing in its empty eye sockets.

Kotekawa paused, put down Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiba, casually beckoned two stone stools for the anxious old man to sit down, and took a step forward himself. He didn't even look at the small fry around him, but focused his gaze directly on the largest skull.

The aura I sensed outside earlier was emanating from it.

The giant skeleton was also staring at him, and heavy breathing echoed in the void.

A few specks of dust fell from the roof, and a cold, unwelcoming voice rang out: "Your Majesty, the True King of Humanity, we have always kept to ourselves. Why have you dared to come and disturb us?"

Kotegawa stared at the skull. Although it sounded like a scholar's poem, it was indeed the skull speaking.

Kotegawa calmly asked, "How shall I address you, sir?"

The enormous skeleton, clad in iron armor, sat up straight, crossed its arms, and rested its jaw on its hand: "You may call me the Great Evil God of Black Flame!"

“Lord Black Flame…” Kotegawa said “Oh,” and put his right hand inside his trench coat.

The ghosts surrounding the skull that claimed to be the Great Evil God of Black Flame immediately became restless.

Kotegawa pulled out Yosuke's photo and said, "I'm here to find someone... You should have seen him before, right?"

The eerie green flames in the Black Flame Great Evil God's eye sockets brightened considerably. It leaned forward slightly and spread its palms out: "Never seen anything like it before."

Aunt Qiuye, who was sitting in the back, wanted to stand up, but Uncle Jianji held her hand tightly.

Under no circumstances should you cause trouble!

"Hmm?" Kotegawa paused, then said softly, "Lord Kurofan, you'd better think this through before you speak."

"Your Excellency, True King..." Black flames mixed with ash ignited on the massive skull of the Great Evil God of Black Flames. These flames were eerie and seemed capable of scorching the soul.

It leaned forward slightly, looking down at the front: "Are you questioning me?"

Sensing the growing hostility, Kotegawa nodded slightly: "If you cooperate, we will all be very happy."

The Great Evil God of Black Flame chuckled a few times: "It seems the Great Evil God of Black Flame has been dormant for too long; humanity has forgotten fear..."

It slowly rose up, its tall figure almost reaching the ceiling.

Kotegawa suddenly noticed that under its iron armor cloak, there was always a long sword with a dark red body.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark red longsword a few more times. After a few more glances, he suddenly said, "It's truly a fine sword."

The eerie green flames in the Black Flame Great Evil God's eye sockets flickered violently. He abruptly turned around, leaving behind a cold shout: "Human! Do you dare to fight me!"

“Alright!” Kotegawa chuckled in a low voice, “If we’re going to bet, let’s add your sword to the stakes.”

Chapter 115 Appearance

The Black Flame Skeleton King's voice carried an ancient quality, suggesting he must have been quite cultured in life.

It raised its hand, and the two heavy stone doors were slowly pushed open by two muscular, blue-faced demons with their backs to each other, revealing the thick, ink-like night outside.

It turned slightly to the side, and rows of monster ghosts surged outwards, each holding a ghostly green torch, lighting up the braziers outside and forming two arcs of fire.

Kotegawa glanced around; it looked like a martial arts training ground, but also had a gladiatorial feel to it. He guessed it was where this giant skeleton honed his swordsmanship.

Uncle Kenji helped Aunt Qiuye up, intending to follow.

Kotegawa hesitated for a moment, then looked at the giant skull, his face revealing intricate patterns.

Why don't we just solve it here?

However, before he could put his idea into practice, the Black Flame Skeleton King raised his hand and clapped twice.

A group of monsters brought over chairs, like sedan chairs, and stopped beside Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiha, then knelt down on one knee.

The elderly couple were somewhat bewildered.