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

The SUV's engine roared powerfully, propelling it forward.

As dusk fell, the car, with its headlights on, drove straight out of Tokyo and into the more desolate mountains.

In the passenger seat, Ishikawa watched the twilight sky outside the window with great interest.

The sky seemed to be slowly drawn up with a layer of cotton wool, gradually obscuring the twilight, and the distance visibly darkened little by little.

Such a sight is rare. Even he had never driven so carelessly on the main road at this time. Even when he needed to travel overnight, he would take the Shinkansen, which was safer and faster.

Kotegawa, in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke up: "The road is still long, let's take a nap. We'll probably arrive around eleven."

Hearing his words, Ishikawa immediately felt sleepy. He lowered his seat, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

Kotegawa floored the accelerator, and the car sped up again, like a sharp arrow.

Several hours later, the night grew darker and darker. The car slowly moved along the dilapidated mountain tunnel covered with dead leaves. Kotegawa opened the car window and occasionally brushed past the red-clad ghosts outside.

The ghosts waiting by the roadside didn't move their bodies, but their heads turned little by little to follow the car, as if they were lining up to welcome it.

The car drove very slowly, very slowly, but the ghost never caught up.

Kotegawa frowned slightly.

He's so slow, and the window's open, yet not a single ghost seems to want to come over for a "feast." Are they really that cowardly? Ghost Mountain, ranked number one in terror, is this all it's capable of?

The car eventually passed through the tunnel. Kotegawa, too lazy to care about what was behind him, stepped on the gas again, and the engine roared to life on the previously silent mountain road.

Not satisfied, Kotegawa turned the car music up extremely loud, trying to tone down his imposing manner.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was still fast asleep in the passenger seat.

The car rattled along until it came to a rusty barbed wire fence and a stone path with a shrine, where it finally stopped.

Kotegawa carried Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was still fast asleep, out of the passenger seat, locked the car door, took out a sword and placed it on the roof of the car, then jumped up, crossed the iron fence, and climbed the steps.

谷甘

A moment later, a ghost dressed in a red kimono slowly walked over, but suddenly stopped when it was about ten meters away from the car. Its previously lifeless face showed visible terror, and it screamed and scrambled away.

Kote River, who had already climbed the mountain, glanced back but didn't pay much attention.

The sword wasn't anything special; it was just that he had used it to cut down the Demon King, the Viper God, and the Illusion King, so it naturally acquired a more ferocious aura, having a similar effect to a butcher's knife.

This mountain path has been unvisited for who knows how long. It is covered in moss and spider webs everywhere. It's just that it's not yet the time of the Awakening of Insects, otherwise there might be snakes crawling everywhere.

Kotegawa activated the Nightmare Domain, lowering his aura to its lowest level. Deep in the forest, ghosts hanging themselves swung back and forth like swings, while ghosts jumped off cliffs, then floated back up to continue jumping... There were also ghosts singing and dancing, all dressed in plain white clothes, looking more like a paradise than ghosts.

"Ishikawa should like this place, right?" he thought to himself as he walked up the mountain until he finally arrived at the torii gate of the dilapidated ancient shrine.

The shrine is now completely dilapidated and desolate. It's unknown which deity it once enshrined, but it has now become a den of ghosts. Truly, life is unpredictable.

He looked up at the black torii gate, then glanced at the cluster of dark houses further away. The entire shrine was built halfway up the mountain, or perhaps it was embedded in the mountain itself. The dilapidated old houses outside were probably just a facade.

Has God died? Or has He abandoned this place?

With that thought in mind, he carried Ishikawa across the torii gate and along the dilapidated approach to the former worship hall.

This place is eerily quiet, with pale ghostly flames wandering everywhere, and countless vengeful spirits.

"Clang!" The Kagura bells that suddenly rang out still carried an ethereal quality. The melodious laughter, like the tinkling of a spring, rang out from afar. Seven or eight shrine maidens wearing golden hairpins and "Chihaya" robes chased and played with each other, and then disappeared without a trace, as if they were a snapshot of a certain time in the past.

Kotegawa withdrew his gaze, then looked back again to make sure that Ishikawa wouldn't run down the mountain after waking up. He then put Ishikawa down on the ground, thought for a moment, and then took off the demon spirit pendant that Ishikawa was wearing around his neck and put three protective auras into his sleeve.

After doing all this, he nodded in satisfaction, took the previously recorded voice recorder from his pocket and put it in his hand, snapped his fingers, and then turned into a cloud of mist and drifted into the worship hall to find the main hall.

Less than half a minute later, Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly shivered, hugged his arms tightly, and woke up.

He sat up, rubbing his head, which ached from the hard stone floor, and looked bewildered, wondering who he was and where he was.

After rubbing for a few seconds, he gradually came to his senses, looked around at the dark and silent surroundings, and the confusion and drowsiness in his eyes immediately disappeared. He stood up with a start, looked around, and shouted, "Furutegawa! Furudegawa! Where are you?"

At that moment, he suddenly noticed something in his hand. When he brought it close to his eyes, he realized it was a voice recorder and instinctively pressed the switch.

After a series of crackling electrical sounds, Kotegawa's solemn voice rang out: "Ishikawa, I've encountered a very powerful evil god. I have to keep it occupied. After you wake up, run down the mountain. The car is at the foot of the mountain... *crackling* *crackling*..."

The recording abruptly stopped.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was stunned on the spot.

He only slept for a short while, how did he run into a great evil god? Is his luck really that bad?

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" A sudden gust of wind rose from all around, accompanied by the sound of Kagura bells.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa froze, slowly turning his head. A hundred meters away, several white, shrine maiden-like humanoid creatures, radiating light, were running towards him with laughter. But what's more, their faces, the most important feature, only had two large holes dripping with blood and tears, and a set of hideous fangs.

His face turned green instantly.

Chapter 172 Exams, Travel, and Cats (Part 3)

Hearing Ishikawa Yasuhiro's cheerful "woo-wa-ya-wa" sounds outside, Kotegawa glanced back and followed the worship hall into the main hall behind it.

The main hall was connected to the worship hall, but to his surprise, a statue of a deity stood quietly in the main hall. The statue was dressed in colorful cloud robes, and a shattered sun disc stood behind its head.

A beautiful young shrine maiden, dressed in a white kimono, knelt quietly before the statue.

Kotegawa looked at her with interest and put away his nightmare.

The priestess's eyes flickered, and she turned around, still kneeling, and bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, I believe I have not offended you in any way."

He was immediately surprised: "Do you know me?"

Since consuming the true spirit of the Curse God, he has been able to somewhat conceal his own true spirit.

"I know that you are the only true king among humans now." The priestess's blood-red lips parted slightly.

Kotegawa thought for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I only came here to help a friend build up his courage. I didn't think much of it. I apologize for any offense I may have caused."

This priestess possessed strength at least equal to that of the Demon King, and there was something about her that he couldn't quite see through.

The priestess glanced outside and said softly, "So that's how it is. If Your Majesty agrees, then I will make the arrangements. Please rest assured, your friend's life will not be harmed."

"I'll gladly accept your kind offer, thank you very much." Kotekawa cupped his hands in thanks, then took out three bottles of Yin Qi Pills, placed them on the table, and gently pushed them over, saying, "It's just a small token of my gratitude, nothing to mention."

The shrine maiden bowed again without refusing. She clapped her hands lightly, and an elderly woman, her back bent so hunched it was almost like a shrimp's, slowly walked in, leaning on a cane. In her other hand, she steadily carried a plate with a pot of hot tea and two teacups on it.

The old woman placed the tea on the table and said respectfully, "Please enjoy your tea. Please rest assured that you can entrust your friend to my care..."

"I'll have to trouble you a lot." Kotegawa nodded gently.

The old woman retreated out of the room and then disappeared down the corridor.

Kotegawa withdrew his gaze, a faint golden light emanating from his body. He sat down cross-legged in mid-air, maintaining the same height as the shrine maiden.

There was only one dumpling, on the shrine maiden's butt.

The shrine maiden extended her slender, pale fingers and slowly poured tea.

Kotegawa pondered for a moment and asked, "There seem to be very few rumors about your shrine. Would it be convenient for you to tell me something?"

"Yes, it's really nothing serious." The shrine maiden pushed the fragrant tea towards her. "Please feel free to drink it. It's tea brewed with spring water from inside the shrine and has not been contaminated by any spirits."

Kotegawa picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and savored the taste: "Good tea."

It was even more fragrant than the tea he had drunk with Ishikawa a few days ago.

As for whether it was poisonous or not, he didn't care at all; even the Viper God's poison couldn't harm him.

The priestess was slightly surprised, picked up her teacup, covered her face with one hand, and took a small sip.

She put down her cup before continuing, "It's just that the deity enshrined in the shrine is not the Three Noble Sons of the Divine Order, so he is no longer allowed to exist in the world. One night when the deity was away, an evil god and demon king attacked this place."

A sharp light suddenly shone in Kotegawa's eyes, as if it were tangible. He looked up at the statue of the female deity, deeply moved.

Another deity who isn't one of the Three Noble Sons? Or... but judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be Bei Yujianzun.

He thought back for a moment and realized that there really wasn't a shrine dedicated to Kitami Takematsu, and even Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn't know of his existence.

He pondered and asked, "Your Majesty the God..."

"The deity has retaliated against the Three Noble Sons and can no longer come to the mortal realm. My sisters and I have stayed here only because we did not want the deity's residence to be destroyed."

As the shrine maiden answered, she bowed slightly: "Over the years, I have killed quite a few humans, but I can assure you that I only did so to protect the shrine."

Kotegawa nodded, not knowing what to say.

He can tell at a glance whether a ghost has eaten a person.

谷氱

He actually wanted to ask more about the Fourth Order, but the fate of the two ancestors of the Yagyu family was still fresh in his mind... He thought for a moment and asked, "May I ask the name of your deity?"

"Yes." The priestess looked at him, covered her mouth and smiled, "Your Excellency the True King should be familiar with him."

Kotegawa's eyes widened. Was it really Kitami Takematsu?

The priestess continued, "He is the source of the ghost realm and the original leader of the gods. He once manifested in the human world and now governs the underworld."

Kotegawa's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, every hair on his body stood on end, and his overwhelming aura nearly spiraled out of control.

Queen of the Demonic Path, the Fourth Order!

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At this moment, in a corner of a side hall of the shrine, Ishikawa Yasuhiro, looking like a disheveled fly, clutched his head and huddled behind another statue of the Oni Queen, repeatedly chanting in his mind, "Gods protect me, Gods protect me."

He was really about to cry.

Why did we suddenly encounter such a powerful evil god?

It should have been a really fun trip. I'd love to find some beautiful ghost girls, have some tea together, chat, and talk about everything under the sun. How wonderful would that be?

But now, how has it turned into a life-or-death escape?

And this dilapidated mountain! What's going on? It's clearly a shrine! Where did all these shrine maiden ghosts come from?

Kotegawa, come back soon!

"Squeak..."

The old wooden door creaked as it was pushed open.

Ishikawa immediately covered his nose, his old face turning green again, and he frantically prayed to the gods in his heart.

"Tap, tap, tap..." It sounded like a cane hitting the ground, and it was getting closer and closer.