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

A half-hour drive would probably feel like an eternity to him.

Upon arrival, Yasuhiro Ishikawa said "thank you for your hard work" and got out of the car, giving the young clerk some breathing room.

Standing in front of the car with its lights off, Kotegawa looked around. All the Special Division vehicles were parked on the side of the road, about 300 meters away from the mental hospital, without alerting them.

The hospital, which was partially surrounded, still had its lights on. The five-story building in the distance wasn't very tall, but faint howls could be heard from time to time, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Mental hospitals are places that people generally avoid.

An elderly middle-aged man hurried over, saluted, and said, "Lord Ishikawa, as you commanded, we have been on standby! We have not revealed our whereabouts!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro returned the bow and said solemnly, "Thank you for your hard work! Please remain vigilant! This place could be very dangerous!"

"Yes! Also, here is the hospital information we found. Please take a look..."

As Kotegawa listened to their conversation, he took a few steps forward and gazed at the brightly lit hospital in the distance.

Beside him, while Ishikawa Yasuhiro was flipping through documents with a flashlight, the middle-aged man couldn't help but turn his head to look at Kotegawa, but he only saw a blurry halo. He immediately stiffened, withdrew his gaze, and dared not look again.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at the hospital's information, put the documents away, and looked up, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Now, follow the established plan, guard the surrounding area, and do not allow anyone to escape."

"Yes!"

After the middle-aged man left, Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at Kotegawa and said in a deliberate tone, "It is indeed a bit strange. Judging from their medical records, some patients who came to see the doctor were directly refused, while others were forcibly admitted. It's a bit like they are selecting patients."

Kotegawa said softly, "Never mind those things... Let's go."

He strode forward, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro quickly followed.

Chapter 120 A Familiar Scene

The hospital gate was an ordinary pull-type electric gate. Inside the guard booth sat a man with heavy dark circles under his eyes, making it impossible to tell his age. His eyes were like those of a fish that had been dead for many days, staring straight at one spot without blinking or turning around.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, standing at the door, glanced at the scene and felt a strange chill run down his spine.

In a place like a mental hospital, even the gatekeepers seem a bit abnormal.

He hesitated, wondering whether it would be better to go over and say hello or find a place to climb over the wall.

At that moment, Kotegawa suddenly reached out and tucked him under his arm... The last time he could remember being tucked like that was when he was seven years old and had kicked over his father's chair, for which he was tucked up like that and spanked...

Immediately afterward, his vision blurred for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the hospital's main entrance.

He stood there stunned for a while, enduring the nausea in his stomach, and then turned to look at the gate in the distance.

Kotegawa, who was standing next to him, stepped inside.

He stopped his chaotic thoughts and quickly followed.

Well, it's about time we got used to it anyway.

The hospital's main entrance is very advanced, seemingly with good bulletproof capabilities, and it has dual security measures of card swiping and facial recognition, making it as secure as the underground fortress that the president of a certain major western country occasionally has to go through.

However, Yasuhiro Ishikawa quickly found a reason to comfort himself: this place is a mental hospital, so it's necessary to be more vigilant.

He looked at Kotegawa and said in a consultative tone, "Wouldn't it be a bad idea to break down the door before we've even determined if there's a problem here?"

The reason for the previous low-key encirclement was this: what if the hospital was not the problem, but the doctor was simply being foolish?

Kotegawa looked around, walked to a security window, breathed out a mouthful of fire, then used frost to freeze it rapidly, and then with a snap of his right hand, the entire window shattered into pieces.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was dumbfounded.

Kotegawa went inside and turned back to say, "Please come in, don't be shy."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's lips moved, but he swallowed back the words "I can squat here" that were about to come out, and silently followed him inside.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent and nauseating.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro raised his hand to cover his nose, his expression somewhat unpleasant; this smell always brought back unpleasant memories.

Kotegawa warned, "Wear a gas mask; the air is toxic."

"Poisonous?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's expression changed. Without a second thought, he hurriedly held his breath and took off the mask hanging in his chest pocket.

Gas masks have always been standard equipment for Special Operations Specialist officers.

He fastened the mask tightly to his nose, then took a deep breath and looked around warily: "How could there be poison gas in a hospital?"

"Who knows?" Kotegawa shook his head and walked forward, stepping on the marble-patterned floor.

The window is a side window of the hall, and the place where the two people are is also in the hall.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at the tightly closed glass door beside him and quickly followed Kotegawa. He drew his gun with his other hand and whispered, "Something's not right. Why is no one in the hall?"

Kotegawa listened for a moment and said, "It seems like there's no one in the whole building."

"That can't be right!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro exclaimed in astonishment. "Such a big hospital, it's hard to believe there's not a single person here, especially since all the lights are on..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall went out instantly.

In the distance, there was a sound like a guillotine closing, and the entire building was plunged into darkness.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro wished he could slap himself.

He put on his night vision goggles, spoke into his wireless earpiece for a while, and after confirming that no one had gone out, he said with a mixture of wariness and frown, "Strange, could there be an escape tunnel here?"

“Even if there were, it’s impossible for the patients to run away with them, right?” Kotegawa said softly, pointing to the ground: “The place upstairs is a decoy; the people are all underground.”

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was even more astonished and blurted out, "Are you crazy? Staying in the basement all the time?"

Gu Qie Kotegawa agreed: "He probably has some kind of shameful disease..." Before he could finish speaking, he raised his big foot and kicked forward, hitting the snow-white wall.

Caught off guard, Ishikawa Yasuhiro had no time to say anything.

But even more bizarrely, large patches of blood suddenly seeped out from the wall.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro watched in disbelief as two thick, black, hairy legs emerged from the wall.

As for why it must be black hair and thick legs, it's because he also has two, and he's naturally very familiar with what he sees every day.

The black-haired, thick-legged man knelt on the ground.

Two round, bulging eyes opened on the wall, filled with pain, but without uttering a sound, they slowly moved aside, revealing a three-meter-wide underground ramp behind them.

Kotegawa strode over and said calmly, "If you dare to be disrespectful again, I'll eat you up."

The wall monster shuddered and ran away in a panic.

"Brutal..." Yasuhiro Ishikawa thought to himself, "But it felt so good..."

He followed Kotegawa, cautiously venturing deeper underground.

There's a wall monster acting as a cover in the mental hospital? Something's wrong, definitely wrong.

Meanwhile, Kotegawa, who was walking ahead, seemed to be deep in thought.

He felt like he had seen this place somewhere before.

The same wall monster, the same basement, and the same staircase.

He suddenly asked, "Do evil spirit societies still exist?"

“Tokyo is definitely gone,” Yasuhiro Ishikawa replied from behind him. “The evil spirits have been everywhere for a long time. Although that evil god is dead now, the believers in various places should still be alive. Maybe they have even quietly migrated westward… Oh?”

He suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed in astonishment, "No way? This place is the territory of the Evil Spirit Society?"

Kotegawa didn't answer him, but instead took a deep breath: "There's a strong smell of blood."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa fell silent. He was about to turn on his wireless earphones, but then he remembered that if someone rushed in now, they might cause trouble. So he held back and loaded his gun.

Although there's no need to worry about safety with Kotegawa around, if a powerful enemy or a difficult trap comes along and Kotegawa can't get away for a while, he'll have to find a way to protect himself.

Looking at the elevator, which also required a card to operate, Kotegawa muttered, "What a hassle..."

Two flashes of sword light appeared, and the metal elevator door shattered instantly, revealing a large, dark hole inside.

Kotegawa sheathed his sword, reached out and once again tucked Ishikawa Yasuhiro under his arm, stepped inside, and began to fall.

"Bang!" He landed on the elevator, and the entire elevator swayed with the steel cable.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked down at his feet, his heart pounding faster than ever. It was embarrassing to admit, as an adult at least ten years older than Kotekawa, his heart was beating like that of a middle school girl experiencing her first crush. But right now, all he wanted to do was cling to Kotekawa's leg.

Especially in a dark elevator shaft like this!

Kotegawa channeled his inner energy, unleashing a powerful surge from his feet into the top of the elevator, instantly shattering the steel plate beneath his feet.

The two fell into the elevator.

Kotegawa raised his hand and pressed the open button.

The elevator started silently.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa stared wide-eyed out the window.

In the outer room, more than a dozen black-robed figures kneeling before the statue of the Demon King, raising their hands in worship, all turned their astonished gazes toward them.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro and the others just stared at each other.

Chapter 121 Let's do it.

In the dim light, the blood-soaked statue of the demon king looked particularly sinister.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was the first to react and immediately raised his gun.

The dozen or so fanatical believers in the room also came to their senses, and got up in shock and anger, hiding in their surroundings while casting sinister glances over.

Now that the secret has been discovered, the only option is to kill him and make him an offering to the evil god.

"Why are you running?" Kotegawa suddenly spoke, a dark glint in his eyes.

More than a dozen fanatical believers stopped abruptly, turned around like puppets, lined up in two rows, knelt down with a thud, lowered their heads, and lifted the black hoods covering their heads.

There were men and women under the black robes, most of them elderly, with only a few looking younger.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at them with great sorrow.

Kotegawa walked over and looked at the more than two-meter-tall demon king statue in front of him. He felt a familiar aura and couldn't help but say "Oh, has it come back to life?"

He turned to look at Ishikawa Yasuhiro and said, "Let's stroll around a bit more."