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

[Talent: Necromancer's Curse]

[Talent: Curse of Corruption]

[Talent: Curse of Vengeance]

【Ultimate Skill: Cursed God Sea】

【Cursed God Demon Soul】

[Fragment of the Divine Seal: The Curse]

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"Boom!" A violent tremor suddenly erupted within the domain space. Kotekawa, who had just been awakened, didn't have time to savor the moment. While suppressing his aura, which had doubled in size, he raised his head.

The sky was rising, and the surrounding area was constantly expanding outwards, causing the Impermanent Realm to suddenly expand to nearly two-thirds of its original size.

For the first time, he truly witnessed the [Ultimate Skill], where one's own growth was accompanied by an increase in one's skill.

Yosuke, still inside the ice block in the distance, had a deep sense of fear in his eyes.

He desperately wanted to escape, but he couldn't...

Gu Meng

Changes in the realm of impermanence occur very quickly and briefly.

Kotegawa withdrew his shocked gaze, and without having time to think further, immediately sank his consciousness back into his mind.

The legacy of the Cursed God was exceptionally rich.

Those who were killed by his cheating methods deserved their fate.

His gaze bypassed the three stats of skill, fist and sword, and even the cursed talents, directly focusing on the most SP;

The newly discovered fragments of the divine seal reminded him of the several area-of-effect attacks launched by the Cursed God when he was enraged.

That doesn't seem to be entirely its own power.

He pondered for a moment, then flipped his palm over, and something appeared in his hand—a transparent stone that emitted a golden light, covered with tadpole-sized characters, with the character "咒" (curse) in the very center.

His eyes widened considerably, and he subconsciously activated [Sacrifice of Greed]. His true spirit, holding the stone, appeared in the black space... and then discovered the stone he had just thrown here.

He silently picked them up, holding one in each hand, looking at them back and forth, saying nothing.

Fragments of the Divine Seal... what are they? They seem to have some connection to the gods?

Could the obvious contradictions in that cursed god be due to borrowing its power? Or is the cursed god itself just an ordinary evil god...?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The enhancement of his true spirit made his mind more acute, and his senses were also greatly improved.

He fiddled with the two stones, placing them together, but unfortunately, there was no reaction.

"How am I supposed to use this?" He looked back and forth, but couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only shake his head and throw the extra "divine seal fragment" into it. His true spirit then left the place alone.

He stood in front of the frozen wooden house, looking down at his palm, where arcs of various colors were constantly changing.

As the various curses—necromantic, corrupting, vengeful, and enslaved—constantly shifted, he came to understand what they were and how to activate them.

Each curse requires him to pay a certain price.

Take the Spirit Summoning Curse for example. Every time it is used, its true spirit will be consumed by a trace... No wonder the true spirit became illusory and transparent after the Curse God unleashed several powerful moves. It turns out that it was not "exhausted", but was consuming its own true spirit.

"It doesn't seem as strong as I imagined..." He shook his head, casually waved them away, and decided never to use them again.

How difficult is it to elevate one's true spirit? To treat one's true spirit as a consumable is truly a waste of life.

He raised his hand to break the ice, pushed open the door, and went into the wooden house.

The elderly couple are still fast asleep, enveloped in the thick, gloomy atmosphere.

He walked to the side, looked down at the hole in the man's chest, opened his right hand, aimed at the man's chest, and immediately streaks of purple arcs emerged and entered his palm.

The sleeping man showed a hint of pain, but quickly regained his composure and became even more serene.

Kotegawa's eyes suddenly brightened, revealing surprise and doubt.

His true spirit suddenly grew stronger... So that's what happened! No wonder the Curse God fed the so-called Food Field to devour ghosts; it had been constantly strengthening its true spirit.

No wonder Aunt Ryouka lost her memory; it wasn't because she ate Uncle Mikazuki's spirit, but because her true spirit was damaged after being cursed...

No wonder Uncle Mikazuki said that he seemed to have forgotten something as well.

"What a vicious ability..."

He raised his palm again, aimed it at Aunt Liangxia, and absorbed all the purple arc marks.

And so the elderly couple returned to peace.

Kotegawa turned and left, closing the door behind him.

The room was still filled with a strong yin energy, enough for them to recover.

Now we need to consider whether to continue exploring or go home and tell Qingkong the good news as soon as possible.

There's really nothing to worry about.

Under the bright moonlight, Kotegawa made a sweeping motion with his hand, as if splitting open space. A huge, deep, dark purple vortex appeared out of thin air, and he stepped into it, rushing to Nishiino Station as fast as he could.

Chapter 156 New Performance Art

On a sunny afternoon at Kano Academy, the boys who had just finished warming up gathered on the basketball court. After a whistle blew, the basketball game between Class 1 and Class 2 began.

Outside the basketball court, some girls held their hands like megaphones and shouted encouragement.

There was a boy standing in the area outside the field for each of the two classes.

The bespectacled guy, carrying a basketball, walked around the court and ran up to the little priest, saying enthusiastically, "Shirakawa, let's play basketball together!"

The young priest, his face taut and eyes fixed on the distance, said indifferently, "I'm not going."

"Come on, let's go!" Glasses-kun said nonchalantly. Anyway, whenever the two classes played a match, they were always the ones watching from the sidelines. They might as well find a place to play some volleyball. It was a pity that Kotekawa wasn't there, otherwise they would have had an excuse to go with him to watch the girls play volleyball.

Volleyball is so beautiful! It bounces and jumps around, with rabbits of all sizes flying up and down, and if you're lucky, you can even hear their delicate and cute panting.

Sigh, Kotegawa isn't at school...

The young priest frowned. He hated basketball, but if he didn't agree, the guy next to him would definitely keep pestering him until the end of get out of class.

He looked around, pointed to a few girls sitting on the lawn in the distance, and calmly said, "Let's go over there."

"Shirakawa, you really hate basketball..." Glasses-kun muttered, handing the basketball back.

The three girls sitting together and talking glanced in their direction and immediately stopped talking.

The bespectacled guy jogged a few steps, came closer, plopped down on the grass, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

The three girls each moved to the side.

Yu-Chi casually remarked, "None of your business... Why don't you go play basketball?"

The bespectacled guy, who seemed to defy everyone, retorted, "Then why don't you go play volleyball?"

The two glanced at each other sideways, then simultaneously turned their heads to one side and clicked their tongues.

Birdsong and clear skies watched silently.

Shirakawa Nozomi stood a little distance away from the group, turned to the side, seemingly looking somewhere.

However, the others were already used to it.

Glasses-wearing guy propped himself up with his hands behind his back and casually said, "Kotegawa hasn't been back for almost a week, and he doesn't reply to my messages... ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he gasped, rubbing his leg as he glared at Youjia.

"There's probably no cell phone signal where he is right now, and the messages I sent are showing as 'unread,' so it's not like I'm ignoring them on purpose," Qingkong explained.

The bespectacled guy, who was still rubbing his legs, said awkwardly, "Mikazuki, you don't have to take it seriously. I was just saying it casually."

Takanashi, who was sitting with her legs tucked in, tilted her head and glanced into the distance. It seemed that older students were having a physical education class, and there were two boys standing together who were looking at her with undisguised eyes.

She immediately looked away.

This kind of situation often happens at school, and it can be quite stressful, but it's much better when Kotegawa is around.

"When are you finally coming back? You didn't even call me when you went back to your hometown last time..." she thought wistfully.

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"Jinta, I've made up my mind!"

The tall, long-haired boy, gazing in the direction of Class One, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Whether I succeed or not, I'm going to confess to her today! Tell her how I feel!"

"Liren, I advise you to calm down immediately!" A refined-looking young man with round-framed glasses next to him said in a slightly harsher tone, "Who doesn't know about her relationship with that guy? If he finds out, do you really think he'll let you off the hook?"

The long-haired boy's eyes immediately darkened, and he said in a vicious tone, "What does it have to do with that guy that I confessed to her? I'm not his big-breasted girlfriend. Tsk tsk, those breasts must feel really good to rub tonight, right?"

The refined-looking boy's expression changed drastically. He quickly looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "Shut up! Are you looking for death?!"

The long-haired boy from the valley scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of? I already checked, he hasn't been to school at all lately!"

"Li Ren!" The refined-looking boy was clearly flustered. "If you're not afraid of dying, fine! But don't drag me down with you!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong..." The long-haired boy said perfunctorily, "Anyway, there's no one around, just you and me. You wouldn't betray me, would you? You definitely won't be able to escape this way."

"I'm not that stupid!" the refined-looking boy cursed, his tone turning cold. "I still advise you to give up that idea! Even if he's not at school, can you guarantee that Takanashi won't tell him about it?"

The long-haired boy's expression changed slightly, but he stubbornly retorted, "So what if I said it? I didn't do anything! It was just a confession! I don't even have the freedom to confess to someone? This kind of thing isn't even something the Special Department can handle!"

At that moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out from behind them: "Well, the Special Division really can't handle this, but what I'm in charge of is something that even God wouldn't dare to interfere with, let alone the Special Division."

The two of them turned around instinctively, then slowly looked up and met a calm gaze.

They screamed in terror and tried to run, but their legs went numb and they collapsed to the ground.

The well-mannered boy knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation: "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I'm innocent! I don't know anything..."

Kotegawa, who had just returned to school, was still wearing the unmarked uniform of the Special Division and still holding a sword. He looked down at the long-haired boy on the ground who seemed to be terrified, but did not make a move. Instead, he surged with his inner energy, grabbed the boy by the neck, and slowly lifted him up.

The refined-looking boy next to him had his eyes bulging and his mouth wide open; he was completely terrified.

Kotegawa calmly looked at the long-haired boy in front of him, opened his palm, and a dark red arc of light danced uncertainly in his palm.