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

Qingkong suddenly stopped speaking, and looked at him with suspicion: "Isn't that right?"

Kotegawa nodded, his expression calm: "It was a dream."

Qingkong stared at him blankly, without saying a word. She turned around, her back to him, as if deep in thought.

Kotegawa stroked her back, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at the starry sky above, his eyes flickering slightly.

The two sat quietly until a sea breeze blew by, and Qingkong suddenly asked, "Is it really possible to become a god?"

"It's difficult," Kotegawa said softly.

"It's very difficult...how difficult?"

Kotegawa helped her lie down, smiling as he said, "I've only heard about it, I haven't experienced it myself, so how can I say for sure?"

Qingkong's tone was evasive: "...Will I die?"

He smiled and said, "Of course! If it were that simple, I'd be a god by now!"

"Tch..." Qingkong rolled her eyes, though she knew the truth in her heart.

Kotegawa got up, carried her back to the room, locked the window, and they went back to the soft bed together.

The two remained close together.

Looking at him, who was lost in thought, Qingkong suddenly asked, "What's so good about becoming a god?"

"Benefits...more powerful? Able to live for a very, very long time?"

Qingkong whispered, "Living a very, very long time alone? That must be very painful, right?"

“We could live together for a long time,” Kotegawa said softly. “But my boss told me that death is actually a blessing, and becoming a god may not necessarily be what I want.”

"If you became a god, why can we live for so long? Are you sure someone isn't lying to you?"

“That’s not it…” Kotegawa said with a smile, “Otherwise, where would the so-called eight million gods come from? That’s how they came to be.”

Qingkong simply said "oh" and fell silent.

Kotegawa stopped talking, snapped his fingers lightly, and the room fell into complete darkness. The two of them remained nestled together and gradually drifted off to sleep.

The next day at daybreak, the group gathered and headed back to Nagano together.

After returning home, Kotegawa changed his clothes and went to the fields with Kenji, leaving his girlfriends, Yuka, and the cat at home.

It wasn't until evening that the father and son returned home as the sun set.

“Uncle Kenji, Yosuke might not be able to turn back into a human, but we can try to make him a normal ghost.” On the way back, he said this: “That way he can talk to you, which is better than being a plague ghost.”

Uncle Kenji listened the whole time, and finally said, "Let's put Yosuke's matter aside for now... Have you been having some trouble with them lately?"

Kotegawa, completely bewildered, replied, "No, everything has been fine."

Uncle Jian pondered, "What's troubling you? You've been looking downcast these past few days."

"Feeling down? Me?" Kotegawa shook his head and said, "No, no, I've been doing quite well lately."

Uncle Jian shook his head and said no more.

Back home, after dinner, until it was time to rest, Qingkong Huawu and Hu Tao secretly slipped into his bedroom.

Kotegawa, who was about to start reading, also looked at them in surprise.

The three girls looked at each other, and Hua Wu asked in confusion, "Why haven't I seen you practicing your boxing lately?"

“I still practice every day, just for a shorter time,” he replied. “My fist techniques are now as good as my swordsmanship.”

"If you have something you want to do, just do it. Being so indecisive doesn't make you a man," Hu Tao said quickly.

Qingkong and Huawu both looked at her in astonishment.

It seems to be different from what was discussed.

Kotegawa sat up straight and said seriously, "I'm afraid of dying."

“But you look so listless every day now, it’s no different from being dead, isn’t it?” Hu Tao continued, “When you’re alive, you have to strive for your goals, otherwise you’re just a walking corpse. Don’t worry, it’s okay if you fail. Being a ghost is actually pretty good, you won’t get sick.”

Qingkong and Huawu watched him silently.

He paused, looked at the three of them, and chuckled, "So, is this a family meeting?"

"You're still laughing! How could you laugh!" The three girls glared at him.

This is such a serious matter!

Kotegawa's smile faded, his eyes flickered for a moment, and his expression turned serious as he replied earnestly, "I've been thinking about this matter too, very calmly. There will definitely be an answer, but it will take some time."

Qingkong and Huawu looked at each other, then at Hutao.

Hu Tao pondered for a moment and said, "There's something you probably don't know; it's a secret that only circulates within the shrine."

Kotegawa was taken aback and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Kurumi said seriously, “Every year, a group of ‘shrine maidens’ go to serve the gods, euphemistically called ‘the Heart-Serving Festival.’ That’s why I don’t become a shrine maiden. Not only me, but the Yachiyo family does the same. They don’t let their daughters become shrine maidens. But if the gods take a liking to the shrine’s daughter, they will also ask her to serve them… In the shrine, the word of the gods is above all else.”

She continued, "Even in our family, we go to great lengths every year to recruit a shrine maiden. Gods are always high above us. In a shrine, everyone except Him is just a servant who serves Him."

Kotegawa was stunned.

Kurumi paused for a moment, then said, "Amaterasu was once so angered by Susanoo that she hid away. It was only when the most perfect priestess at the time danced naked that she was lured out... This is only part of the record. That priestess met a tragic end; she became a plaything of the gods... Furudegawa, although the gods protect humanity, they are never without desires, nor are they as peaceful as they appear. This peace is merely a facade created by humanity! They only treat us as servants. So, whether it's a selfish thought or not, I hope you become a god. Whether you succeed or fail, just don't live like this, every day feeling like you're living fifty years into the future!"

Kotegawa listened in a daze, and subconsciously said, "At that time, I might have to fight your local land god."

"...Can you beat him?"

"If I can't even defeat a mere god, what right do I have to dream of becoming a god?"

"Then kill him!"

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Chapter 215 Ascension to God

In mid-October, everything was desolate, except for the maple leaves covering the mountains, which were as red as the sea.

A truck covered with a thick waterproof tarpaulin drove into the village, and soon after, it drove out again along the same road it had come from.

At the orchard gate, Kotegawa locked the door, glanced at the bright red fruit inside through the wall, paused for a moment, then raised his hand and summoned a huge, dark purple vortex. He stepped inside and disappeared from the spot.

In the land of ghosts, he slowly rode a train to Nishiino Station, and after arriving in Tokyo, he vanished from the spot once again.

That afternoon, on a snowy mountain in Hokkaido, his figure appeared from the sky and landed on the mountaintop, waiting quietly.

A white cloud drifted down, and Bei Yujianzun above stared intently at him.

He cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Boss, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Kitami Kenzun, who was about to say something, suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he nodded slightly and said, "Leave it to me."

Kotegawa thanked him and calmly unleashed his Impermanence Domain, this time including Kitamori Takematsu as well.

Bei Yujianzun looked around without speaking. Countless snowflakes gathered in front of him, forming a large gate, and everything in front of him disappeared.

Kotegawa watched silently, feeling a momentary emptiness in his heart, but it was only for a moment.

"With me here, there's no need for any other worries," Kitamune Kenshin said softly. "Go, as a swordsman."

After He finished speaking, He stepped into the Frosty Gate and disappeared there along with everything in the realm.

Kotegawa remained standing silently. At this moment, there was nothing else in the entire area except for him, a little food and water... Well, that's not quite right.

His gaze was deep and he turned around. Behind him, the sandy ground was covered with countless sheathed longswords.

"Buzz!" Countless longswords emitted a clanging sound, like soldiers being inspected.

He put the mask on his face, and his figure disappeared from the scene.

A day later, in the glacier country surrounded by thunderclouds, Kotegawa, carrying a sword pouch, quietly appeared and walked silently on the wide streets. He crossed the bridge, pushed open the gate of the inner city, and continued walking until he reached the palace gate.

The Snow King, who was sitting by the door, stood up and looked at him with a smile: "Now that you've arrived, it's time for me to go!"

All the patrolling ghost soldiers had withdrawn, leaving only this one waiting in the entire city.

Kotegawa cupped his hands in greeting: "Take care."

The Snow King shook its head: "Compared to me, you are the one who needs to take care!" It turned and walked towards another path, waving its hand as it went. It turned into a snowflake and flew into the sky with the wind.

Kotegawa watched it leave, then stepped into the empty palace, ascending the long staircase all the way up to the clouds.

He looked up at the land of godhood, surrounded by thunder and storms, for a while, then casually picked up a chair and sat down with a flourish.

He has been preparing since summer vacation, and now everything is ready except for one crucial element.

He took out the beef and ate it heartily while gazing into the distance.

High in the heavens, amidst the fierce winds, Bei Yujian, still dressed in his palace attire, silently watched over the mortal realm. He sighed softly, opened his palm, and a scroll of ancient bamboo slips unfurled, transforming into tassels that rode the wind towards the mortal world.

Tento-ji Temple, the first Kojiki (ancient record of history), was recorded on bamboo slips.

On the other side, the Snow King, who had just drifted away and was about to return to the Queen's side, suddenly appeared in mid-air. He turned around and looked at the city that was already far away. He frowned slightly, wondering if he had forgotten something.

He hesitated for a moment, considering going back. But the lightning flashing high in the distance suddenly intensified, startling him. He turned and ran away without looking back. Oh well! If he couldn't remember, it couldn't be anything important! His life was more important!

On the high platform, Kotegawa, who was chewing meat with gusto, stared in astonishment ahead. There was a lump of ice that had just rolled down the stone steps and was only a few meters away from him.

"Waaah, waaah..." The ice block struggled, no, it was the figure inside the ice block that was struggling.

Upon recognizing who it was, Kotegawa's face twitched involuntarily, and he walked over with a dark expression on his face.

The ice block shook even more violently, and then with a "bang," countless shards of ice flew in all directions.

The Corpse King Liuli gasped for breath, shivering as she walked to the seat where Kotekawa had been sitting. She stretched out her hands to warm them by the fire, and shamelessly picked up the pot and grabbed some fried beef from it to eat.

As Kotegawa watched her wolf down her food, he couldn't help but think of the matter Kitami Takematsu had entrusted to him a few months ago... Two little ones had disturbed His rest, and He had left them here...

He walked over, frowned, and asked, "Why are you still here?"

The choking Corpse King Liuli was pounding her chest, her face turning bright red.

Speechless, Kotegawa handed her some water.

The Corpse King, Liuli, gulped down several mouthfuls of food, finally swallowing it. She let out a long sigh, quite annoyed: "How should I know! I was dumped here! And nobody cares about me anymore!"

Kotegawa remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "The Snow King has always been here."

"Snow King?" Corpse King Liuli was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, her eyes flashing with a fierce light as she looked around: "Where is that bastard?"