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

Yasuhiro Ishikawa hesitated slightly: "These guys..."

"Just kneel here."

“Uh…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro walked over silently. This kid’s hobbies are getting weirder and weirder.

Because the elevator was almost completely destroyed, they opted for the more convenient stairwell.

The floor with the statue of the Demon King is located deep underground, but it's not the deepest room; there's a staircase leading down.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Ishikawa Yasuhiro had no particular plans. He just waited to see where Kotegawa would go and followed him.

Kotegawa looked down at his feet for a moment, then chose to walk uphill.

The stairs above were very long; Ishikawa Yasuhiro estimated that he had walked at least three floors to reach the next floor, with only one spiral staircase leading downwards in between.

He was knocking on the wall as he walked, and I could vaguely tell that there was no partition.

Kotegawa, who was standing next to him, suddenly said, "The evil spirits here are very cautious, and they disguise themselves in layers."

Recalling that large compound in the North District, Ishikawa Yasuhiro wholeheartedly agreed: "Indeed, it was much more troublesome."

As they were talking, the two of them went down the stairs and stood on the corridor on the next floor, looking at the other side.

At first glance, this place looked like a normal ward area in a hospital, but Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who had just witnessed a group of people worshipping an evil god, immediately raised the gun in his hand.

Kotegawa didn't move, standing still. He let out a soft sigh, turned and walked towards the stairwell, saying as he went, "Let the people outside in, and send more doctors."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback, subconsciously responded, and then turned on his wireless earpiece to transmit the messages about the "operation" and "medical support" to the outside.

Before leaving, he walked to the nearest ward, glanced at the blank medical record card with only the number "-79" written on it, and gently pushed open the door.

Although the room was pitch black, he could still clearly see through the night vision goggles that a person wearing a breathing mask was tightly bound to the bed, and there was a heavy, bloody smell in the air.

The person on the bed turned their head with difficulty and made a very weak sound.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro turned his head and looked on the wall, then pressed the switch. When he saw everything in the room, he was immediately struck dumb.

The person on the bed was so thin that he was skin and bones, not even resembling a living person. His arms, which were tied to the outside, were covered with scarlet blood spots and needle marks.

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and he turned around and rushed downstairs again.

Kotegawa, who was standing nearby, did not stop him, but just watched quietly.

All around was quiet.

A few minutes later, Yasuhiro Ishikawa returned, covered in blood and looking somewhat tired.

He plopped down on the ground, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and took a deep drag.

Kotekawa Kamimi thought for a moment and said, "You..."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro paused in his smoking motion.

"You just gave them a good scolding?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, venting his frustration, said with a wry smile, "I'm a law enforcement officer, after all. I can't just act impulsively and disregard everything..." He had barely managed to hold back when he was about to pull the trigger, but he still couldn't resist and beat up a few guys.

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "Anyway, they're going to be executed anyway... so let them breathe for a few more days!"

Kotegawa hummed in agreement.

The entire evil spirits society is unforgivably sinful.

After Ishikawa Yasuhiro finished his cigarette and felt a little lighter, he stood up and continued walking uphill with Kotegawa.

The floor above is the same as this one, but there are more "medical staff" coming and going.

Then very quickly, they all...

They strolled around and went through all the floors above.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro felt he could take three bowls of blood pressure medication after returning home.

On the top floor, after he met up with his colleagues, he began to cooperate with the medical staff who had been assigned to the hospital to enter the wards on the lower floors to carry out the dismantling and rescue work of the blood-drawing equipment.

Kotegawa went alone to the deepest floor that he hadn't been to before.

He pried open the heavy steel door, and with his hands empty, stepped inside.

This floor is very spacious, with no extra walls or miscellaneous furniture, only a huge altar of an evil god, and a man kneeling and worshipping in front of the altar.

He strolled over as if taking a walk, looked at the man with graying temples, and said in a cold voice, "Seiichiro Ono... I'm really sorry to trouble you to take care of my aunt."

The man still worshipping on the ground had no expression of joy or sorrow, as if he were numb. He looked at the statue of the evil god and kept muttering, "Even though I have been careful, I still brought disaster upon myself. Evil God, my sins are unforgivable, but I beg you to guide the soul of your loyal servant."

After speaking, he pulled out a wakizashi dagger and plunged it into his abdomen. While howling in pain, he did not forget to drip the blood into the altar.

Kotegawa looked at him, at the enormous altar of the evil god, and said softly, "Do you think that guy dares to come?"

As the middle-aged man lay on the ground, his face contorted in agony, he cast a vicious glance at him.

Kotegawa raised his hand, and a blazing, dazzling golden flame suddenly appeared, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness and making the air thick with heat.

In the middle-aged man's final, terrified gaze, the flame flickered and drifted into his eyes.

Before he could even scream, he was engulfed by flames and turned into ashes.

“Go down and find it…” Kotegawa turned and left.

"That way, there might still be a chance to meet again."

Countless violent sword lights transformed into a torrent, crashing down from above the altar of the evil god, turning the place into dust.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was directing operations upstairs, suddenly felt a strong tremor beneath his feet. His heart skipped a beat, but fortunately, the tremor quickly disappeared.

The phone I was holding suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and glanced at it. It was a message from Kotekawa: "I've finished my business. I'll be going now. See you later."

He quickly replied, "Aren't we going back together? I'm almost done here too."

"I'm going to find the Demon King now, I want to kill it again, do you want to come with me?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa rubbed his eyes, then looked at his phone screen, examining each character carefully. After a long while, he silently typed: "...The moonlight is beautiful tonight. I'll cheer myself on from here! Fight! Fight..."

Deep underground, a dark purple vortex leading to the Land of Illusions was summoned. Kotegawa, about to leave, looked at the English words on the text message, a slight confusion in his eyes. "Do it?" he thought. "Do it, do it..."

It seems that Ishikawa-san also wishes the Demon King were dead.

Very good, then we'll convey his good intentions to the Demon King.

Chapter 122 The Little Fox's Letter

Inside the steamship, Kotekawa Kami yawned, one hand supporting his chin and the other covering his mouth.

The sky here has never changed in ages; I've seen it enough.

"Where are you headed, guest?" the steamship hummed.

Kotegawa stretched: "Not going anywhere, just here... Boss, have you seen the Demon King recently?"

"Haha!" The steamer laughed so hard the whole carriage shook a few times: "That kind of existence only exists in the news."

"Has there been any news about it lately?"

"News about Lord Demon King..." the Fire Wheel murmured. "Speaking of which, my wife's sister's neighbor's husband's great-grandfather is serving in the Underworld..."

Kotegawa casually tossed three Yin Qi pills into the air.

A gaping maw with fangs emerged from the roof of the vehicle, swallowing all three Yin Qi pills. As it chewed, it slowly said, "I've heard that the Demon King has been reincarnated from the Yellow Springs and will soon return to the mortal realm..."

Three more Yin Qi pills were thrown onto the roof of the car.

The sound of the steam-wheeled vehicle swallowing grew louder, and it said with fear, "It might also bring some messengers from the underworld... Your Excellency, that's all I know. I don't need more Yin Qi pills; I just speak slowly."

Kotegawa looked out the window, tossed three more Yin Qi pills into the air, and asked, "What is a messenger from the underworld?"

"The Messenger of the Underworld is also Her Majesty's guardian. Although he is weaker than the other attendants, he is still a very formidable demon, hiccup!"

"Oh, an elite monster." Kotegawa pondered, "One last question... would Her Majesty the Queen even bother with lowly minions?"

"How could that be?" the steamship replied without hesitation. "Her Majesty the Queen is a deity!"

Kotegawa nodded slightly, somewhat relieved.

Unexpectedly, the steamship added, "Her Majesty the Queen's attention is only focused on true kings like yourself; she doesn't care about us lowly ones."

Kotegawa paused, then said softly, "You mean, Her Majesty the Queen has been watching me all along?"

"Although it's uncertain, it's been a long time since a human true king has visited the Ghost Kingdom, so at least he'll take a look, right?" The fire-wheeled chariot emitted an uncertain buzzing sound.

Kotegawa lowered his head and thought for a while, then said calmly, "Let's go to Nishiino Station."

"Oh? You were waiting for an old friend? Ah! Sorry, sorry! I was being nosy. Please sit down, we're leaving now!"

The steamship that had been floating in mid-air changed direction and flew away with a whoosh.

Kotegawa sat in the car with a blank expression.

Although I don't know if it's just my imagination, it does seem like there are some subtle glances directed at him.

If someone were to kill one of the Ghost Queen's close attendants right under her nose, wouldn't that be a blatant slap in her face?

If I were to trade one for one with the Demon King... that would be such a huge loss!

The steamship quickly moved away from the underworld.

Kotegawa's vision blurred slightly, as if someone had laughed in his ear.

He almost lost his composure.

More than an hour later, he returned to the human world. After walking out of Nishiino Station in Tokyo and basking in the warm sunlight, he felt the chill on his body dissipate.

The Demon Queen, this ruthless god who dared to challenge Amaterasu, and who is also the leader of many evil gods, is definitely no match for her right now. Even Kitami Takemikazuchi might not be able to afford to offend her, let alone a mere True King like him.

"I'm not scared. This is called a strategic detour. It's the most rational choice from both an objective and subjective point of view... Anyway, it's the same to wait for the Demon King to come to the human world and then kill it."

Gu Yi comforted himself in this way, and then took out his phone and found Ishikawa Yasuhiro's number.

[Ishikawa-san, have you gone back to Tokyo?]

[Hmm! Kotegawa! You've returned victorious? Perfect! Let's talk in person! I'm in Shinjuku now...]

Yasuhiro Ishikawa reported to a place.