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

"Please don't misunderstand, I didn't die. I came from Tokoyo..." Kotegawa explained, "I originally had other things to do, but I met Aunt Ryouka, so I came back with her."

"Huh?" The man looked at him in utter astonishment.

“It’s all true…” Kotegawa reached out his hand and continued, “You should accept it now, right?”

Actually, Qingkong's father probably had some suspicions about this when they were outside, and he knew it too.

There is a fundamental difference between humans and ghosts.

If he hadn't restrained his aura, they wouldn't have been able to sit together and talk like this.

"So that's really how it is?" The man was bewildered, doubting the existence of ghosts. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't understand how someone could come to the afterlife. What was even more infuriating was that it had to be this kid!

The room was silent. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally came to his senses and stared intently at Kotegawa: "Can we still go back?"

Kotegawa nodded and said patiently, "Don't worry, I can go back anytime. Not only can I go back, but I can also take you back with me."

The man's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, but then his face stiffened and the light in his eyes dimmed.

“We can’t go back now. You have to go back immediately… You can’t stay here any longer…” He clutched his head in great pain, his eyes alternating between clarity and ferocity once again, and the veins on his face and even his neck bulged, as if he were about to turn into a demon again.

Kazama Ryoka fumbled around, frantically saying, "Spirit stones, spirit stones..."

Kotegawa's eyes flashed, and he keenly noticed that the hole in his chest, which had shrunk slightly earlier, had widened again, and the frequent flashes of purple arcs seemed to be the source of the pain.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened a bottle of Yin Qi Pills. Not daring to be reckless, he poured out only ten pills and stuffed them into the man's mouth. Then, several sword lights flashed, and a larger hole was immediately dug out in the man's chest. Kotekawa instantly crushed another handful of Yin Qi Pills and blew the dense Yin Qi onto the damaged wound.

The man's figure was so ethereal that Kotekawa's heart leaped into his throat. He crushed all four bottles of Yin Qi Pills and enveloped the surroundings with his true energy to prevent the Yin Qi from dissipating.

Fortunately, the man's figure gradually solidified.

Kotegawa breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship was precise enough that he didn't cut any more than necessary.

The man's breathing became steady, his gaze fixed on him, and his lips moved slightly.

Why do I keep feeling like I'm about to swear...? Kotekawa coughed, turned his head to look at the circle of spirits he had cut off on the ground, and his gaze sharpened.

A series of dark purple arcs, like living insects, quickly devoured the circle of spirit that had been cut off. Then, they twisted together into a fist-sized ball of light, which rolled towards the man and Kazama Ryoka.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of golden flames, which scorched and distorted the air.

With a hissing sound, these dark purple arcs were burned to ashes.

"It's no use..." A sigh of relief came from the side.

Kotegawa turned to look at him, his pupils contracting as he saw a faint purple arc of light reappear on the man's healing chest.

He raised the tip of his sword again.

"Stop! Stop! This is a curse! Even if you shave it ten more times, you still won't get rid of it!" the man said in one breath, his eyes filled with anger.

“A curse?” Kotegawa sat down again and looked at him. “Please tell me in detail.”

The man, who had recovered somewhat, struggled to sit up. He first held the panicked and frightened Kazama Ryoka tightly in his arms, took a breath, and looked at her with a sorrowful expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing: "This is a curse from the gods. Cursed ghosts are His food, and the purple moon is the time when He feeds."

"A curse from the gods?" Kotegawa recalled the monstrous phantom he had just seen and murmured, "An evil god? How dare they!" He looked at Kazama Ryouka and whispered, "Is this also the reason for Aunt Ryouka's abnormality?"

“She…” The man lowered his head and sighed, “Her spirit was too weak to withstand the corruption of the curse, so I had to feed her my own spirit. But it seems that doing so has caused some problems with her memory. Now she doesn’t even remember my name.”

His eyes darted around, then looked at Kotegawa. The lines of his face softened, and he asked in a relaxed tone, "I thought I was going to die completely like this. I really didn't expect this... My daughter, Qingkong, is she doing well?"

“The weather is fine, and we plan to get married right after we graduate high school,” Kotegawa said absentmindedly, his thoughts still lingering on what he had just said.

"Really?" The man's thoughts drifted, and even though he was now a ghost, his eyes still welled up with tears. He pursed his lips tightly and said with a stern face, "You're not allowed to run around and take risks anymore! She must be very worried about you! When you get back, find an ordinary job! Live a peaceful and stable life..."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "I believe you can protect her! You won't repeat our mistakes! Kid! Don't let her live in fear! Otherwise..."

Kotegawa gave a wry smile.

The man lowered his head deeply: "This is a father's lifelong request! Go back and live a good life with her... I beg you!"

Kotekawa slightly raised his hand, then silently lowered it, nodding vigorously: "Rest assured! I swear on my life! I will make Qingkong happy!"

"You brat! Who told you to make that promise!"

"Yes! I will never let Qingkong live in fear again in the future!"

Chapter 153 Cursed God

Inside the dimly lit wooden cabin, a human and a ghost sat facing each other, looking at each other, the ghost's face noticeably darker.

Kotegawa glanced at Kazama Ryouka, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and asked, "There's more than one Demon Kingdom. Did you and Aunt Ryouka appear here naturally, or were you captured?"

It is not uncommon for the spirit of the dead to be cursed by evil gods.

When the topic came up, the man's thoughts drifted: "Who knows? I seem to have forgotten some things too..."

Kotegawa then looked at the dark purple arc that was emerging and disappearing from his chest, and tentatively asked, "May I examine it?"

This is the first time I've ever encountered something like a curse.

Speaking of this, the man couldn't help but glance at the sword lying to the side, his eyelids twitching. He leaned back slightly and said, "It's useless. No need to study it anymore. Let's go back now that we've had enough!"

"How often does that purple moon appear?"

"How long will it take..." The man tilted his head slightly.

Kotegawa followed his gaze to the doorway.

It seemed as if hail had suddenly started falling outside, making a loud crashing sound.

Kazama Ryoka, who had been asleep, was also startled awake. Rubbing her eyes, she exclaimed with delight, "Great! It's raining spirit stones!"

She hurriedly got up, ran to the corner to grab a basket, ran to the door and tried to open it, but she couldn't.

The entire house was frozen by the Kote River to prevent the dense yin energy inside from leaking out.

"Spirit Stone Rain?" Kotegawa seemed to be deep in thought.

The man stared blankly out the door and said, "After we use up all the spirit stones, it will be almost time for Purple Moon."

Kotegawa remained silent, then took out ten bottles of Yin Qi Pills and said, "From now on, take these. The Yin Qi in those stones is very rare and impure, making it difficult to absorb."

The man was speechless, looking at the room, and said weakly, "This is enough..." He pointed to the more energetic Kazama Ryoka, "She has recovered a lot too."

"Honey, come help me open the door!"

The man waved and called out, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm resting today."

"Oh? But there are still guests..."

He sleeps in the kitchen.

Kotegawa stood up and said, "I want to go out and take a look around, um, just wander around the neighborhood."

The man's expression softened: "Don't touch other people's spirit stones; you don't need them."

Kotegawa nodded, making no attempt to conceal himself, and his figure transformed into wisps of smoke, dissipating from the spot.

The man was stunned again.

……

After leaving the wooden house, Kotegawa stood outside, pondered for a moment, and mysterious patterns appeared on his face. He took a deep breath and shouted.

The wooden house in front of him vanished instantly, having been completely transported to the Realm of Impermanence.

Now that I've found it, I won't feel at ease leaving it with me.

Having resolved half of his worries, he soared into the sky, immediately activating his hunting instincts to pursue the lingering chill in the air.

The rain of spirit stones couldn't possibly have been sent down by the heavens. If we catch the guy who threw the spirit stones to the ground, we can find that reckless evil god...

A dark cloud drifted slowly in the sky, constantly scattering black stones under the bright moonlight.

Kotegawa locked his gaze on it from afar and whistled after it.

On the dark clouds, a fiery wheelchair stood, and several strange-looking ghosts stood by the window, frantically shoveling stones outside.

His figure quietly appeared, and layers of darkness spread from his eyes, enveloping the steamship outside.

Gu Zhuan asked softly, "Whose men are you?"

A ghost, uglier than a demon, replied blankly, "We are mere foot soldiers under the command of the God of Curses, responsible for feeding the food fields—"

Before it could finish speaking, it was cut into several pieces.

Kotegawa looked at the other ghost: "How did you get the food field?"

The second ghost he called out also replied bluntly, "This humble one doesn't know. The food field was personally arranged by the Curse God. We are only responsible for feeding it."

Another flash of sword light appeared.

Kotegawa then looked at the third ghost and calmly asked, "Where is that cursed spirit?"

The ghost he called out was stunned and said, "The Lord of Curses has finished his meal and returned to his slumber underground."

Kotegawa nodded, crushed it as well, and looked up at the roof of the fire-wheeled carriage: "Go to the Cursed God."

The steamship swayed and turned, flying towards the direction where the ghosts had surged earlier.

Under the bright moonlight, the earth was serene, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Kotegawa took out beef and water, eating and drinking slowly until the car stopped. Then, his figure vanished instantly, transforming into clouds and standing high in the sky, looking down...

I had previously thought that this so-called cursed god looked a bit like a centipede, but it could also make a mooing sound like a cow... It was quite similar to the Ox Demon in ghost stories, but there probably aren't any Ox Demons this powerful in the human world.

“Curse God…” A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Blades appeared around him, transforming into a sword wheel that hovered behind him. He fastened his armor, gripped a longsword in each hand, and charged down. As he reached the ground, the longsword in his right hand shone brightly and pierced the ground.

Before long, the earth began to rumble and tremble.

A dark aura spread across Kotegawa's eyes, and thousands of his illusory bodies instantly appeared all around him, scattering in all directions, yet all gazing in one direction.

"Boom!"

A section of black iron body, wrapped with dark purple arcs, arched out from the ground. Its enormous size was comparable to the previous Viper God. It had the body of a centipede but the head of a bull. Two ferocious and terrifying fangs at the corners of its mouth were more than ten meters long, like guillotines.

It has a pair of sharp claws, and the pairs of curved feet on both sides of its body are even more like sharp blades. It has sixteen eyes in two rows, all of which glow with a dark purple light.

"Moo!"

The God of Curses let out a long roar, causing the earth to tremble violently, and the bright moonlight was once again tinged with a faint purple hue.