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

These must be the people waiting for them.

Shirakawa Kurumi began to slow down and put on a mask that covered her mouth and nose.

Kotegawa Kami did the same.

Cannibals spit venom, so wearing a mask can provide some protection.

The people on the bus noticed them too. One of them, a weathered middle-aged man wearing a special department uniform, got off the bus early.

He was also wearing a half-face mask, and he was looking at Kamiko Kotegawa and Kurumi Shirakawa with a very serious expression.

The two rode their bikes up to the spot and parked them.

Shirakawa Kurumi took out her little notebook and handed it over, saying, "Hello, we are the people who accepted the bounty mission."

After all, the mission was accepted in her name.

"Hello, I'm Sasaki from the Special Division of Otsuki City." After a brief verification, the weathered uncle returned the notebook to her. Without saying anything more, he turned around, took out a katana from the car, and said in a deep voice, "Since Miss Shirakawa is also a colleague of the Special Division, I won't waste any more words. I will be working with you this time."

Shirakawa Kurumi nodded slightly and glanced at Kotegawa Kami.

She had already discussed some important points with Kōtegawa Kami on the way here.

As Kotekawa Kamimi took his longsword out of his sword sheath and stuffed the sheath into his bag, he said, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."

Sasaki was unsure of Kotekawa Kamimi's background, as only Shirakawa Kurumi had applied for the mission this time. However, he figured she was probably some kind of helper. He nodded slightly, turned, and walked into the depths of the ruins behind him, giving a brief introduction as he went: "This village was abandoned ten years ago because of the insatiable cannibals."

Shirakawa Kurumi asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'cannot be killed'?"

“We don’t know the reason either.” Sasaki’s face was heavy, with a hint of numbness. “Every now and then one or two will pop up. Over the past ten years, we have killed at least several thousand, but we still haven’t wiped them all out. On the contrary, we have lost batch after batch of our manpower.”

Kotegawa Kami and Shirakawa Kurumi's expressions tightened and became much more serious.

Cannibals are skeletal, white-haired, red-eyed monsters with venomous claws and a ferocious appearance. They crave to eat humans and rotting corpses. The reason for their appearance is unknown. Some say they are monsters that escaped from hell, while others say they are the resentful spirits of greedy and lazy people in life. Anyway, there are many different opinions. News of cannibals is common in various places, but it seems that no other place has managed to kill them all after ten years like this!

Shirakawa Kurumi whispered, "Is it a lair built by cannibals?"

Sasaki glanced at the distant mountains shrouded in mist and sighed, "The depths of these mountains are forbidden zones for humans, teeming with terrifying monsters. We have no way of investigating them thoroughly."

Kotegawa Kami remained silent. Nagano and Yamanashi were actually neighbors, and even he only dared to move around in the outermost area.

It's too dangerous, after all.

Shirakawa Kurumi fell silent. What she said was true; humans and yokai had been fighting ever since written records began, and they had been fighting ever since.

Humans have the protection of gods, and monsters also have evil gods and demons, and the deep underground of the mountains is their sleeping place.

Sasaki stopped talking about this troubling topic. He stood at the edge of the lush forest, drew his sword, and said slowly, "Be careful. The cemetery is just two hundred meters ahead. We could be attacked at any time."

Shirakawa Kurumi's face was serious. She opened the small wooden box she always carried on her back, took out several pieces of stick, and assembled them together.

This is a long spear with a nearly half-meter-long blade at one end.

"Why didn't I see her use it last time?" Kotegawa Kami asked, somewhat puzzled.

A relieved look appeared on Shirakawa Kurumi's face. Meeting the questioning gazes around her, she explained briefly, "It wasn't suitable to use it last time."

Kami Kotekawa nodded, realizing that he was proficient in more than one weapon.

He stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on the movements around him.

Sasaki led the way, and the three of them walked slowly on the soft leaves in a triangular formation.

The woods were very quiet, so quiet it was almost oppressive; there wasn't even a bird's call, which made me feel inexplicably suffocated.

Kote Kawakami's ears twitched, and in an instant, his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. Before the other two could react, he used the Seven Star Step and thrust the sword diagonally into a patch of withered leaves to his right.

A tooth-aching sound appeared and then quickly disappeared, so fast it was like a hallucination.

Both Shirakawa Kurumi and Sasaki looked over with blank expressions.

Kotekawa Kami stood up and drew his sword, which was stained with a green droplet of blood.

Sasaki's expression changed drastically: "A cannibal!"

Shirakawa Kurumi was also startled. Cannibals? Damn it, she hadn't noticed anything!

Kotekawa Kami turned around and glanced at the two of them, somewhat puzzled: "Didn't you hear me?"

There was clearly such heavy breathing.

"What did you hear?" Sasaki and Shirakawa Kurumi were still shaken. At such close range, if they had been suddenly attacked, they wouldn't have had time to react.

Kotekawa Kami used his sword to push aside the leaves, revealing the cannibal's true form beneath.

Sasaki and Kurumi Shirakawa gathered around, looking at the cannibal lying on the ground, its head and neck separated, and remained silent.

Sasaki was filled with awe. To decapitate someone with such precision without even seeing them! Amazing! No wonder he's from Tokyo!

Shirakawa Kurumi was also speechless, it seemed that Kotegawa Kami was much stronger than she had imagined.

"The task at difficulty level three might really be no challenge for him."

Sasaki snapped out of his daze, took out his camera from his bag, took a few pictures of the cannibal's corpse on the ground, and then took out a bottle of special "purified water" and poured it on the ground.

The corpses of the cannibals on the ground turned into smoke and dissipated.

This is the second reason he came along.

They acted as both assistants and handled some follow-up work related to evidence collection and processing.

After he finished his work and said sorry to have kept you waiting, the three of them continued on their way.

Shirakawa Kurumi became more vigilant about her surroundings, thinking that she must never be careless like before.

Sasaki, who had initially been at the front, didn't dare to be presumptuous. After thinking for a moment, he politely asked Kotekawa Kami to switch places with him.

Kotekawa Kami had no objection; it didn't matter who killed him, and he could gain some "experience" in the process.

The road ahead was much smoother. Before reaching the cemetery, Kotekawa Kami drew his sword again, but this time the cannibal made a huge commotion, which Sasaki and Shirakawa Kurumi noticed immediately.

However, because Kotegawa Kamimi's sword was drawn too quickly, the two of them did not have a chance to make a move.

When they arrived at this desolate cemetery, overgrown with weeds and littered with bones, Sasaki solemnly pulled a dead chicken wrapped in plastic wrap from his bag.

Cannibals are attracted to living beings, humans, and rotting corpses; even a recently deceased hen is equally appealing to them.

Of course, it's not as good as a stranger.

“If we stay a little further away, we should be able to catch them around the afternoon,” Sasaki explained.

Shirakawa Kurumi nodded, not noticing anything amiss.

This is considered standard procedure for dealing with cannibals.

But Kami Kotegawa, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly.

We have to wait until the afternoon? That's taking too long, and I didn't bring any food.

He thought for a moment and said, "You all stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback, and asked in surprise and doubt, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's better to finish sooner." He picked up his sword and strode into the cemetery, walking slowly through it, exuding a "fragrance".

Although this trick doesn't work very well back home, it should still work in a different place.

After all, the monsters here have never seen him before.

Shirakawa Kurumi stared in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time.

Is this person here for work, or for a spring outing?

Don't want to die?

Then, several bushes rustled, making a very loud noise.

Sasaki, who was behind him, drew his sword and warned warily, "Watch out!"

Shirakawa Kurumi gave Kotekawa Kami a deep look, held the spear in front of her, and focused her attention on guarding her surroundings.

The green blood droplets on the longsword in the hand of the man in front of him gradually increased, and the once lively cemetery quickly fell silent again, until only the sound of his footsteps remained.

It's boring

Finally, he circled the cemetery a few more times to make sure there was nothing there before shaking off the bloodstains from his sword. Looking at Sasaki, who was still standing there dumbfounded, he reminded him, "There are no more cannibals now, you can begin."

Chapter Forty-Six: The Current Plan (Part One)

At 10:00 AM, in Otsuki City, Furutekawa Kami waved goodbye and watched Sasaki drive away.

After finishing his work earlier, he, Shirakawa Kurumi, and their two bicycles hitched a ride, saving them a lot of time pedaling.

He turned around, looked at Shirakawa Kurumi who was still somewhat dazed, and asked with concern, "How did it go? Has the application for the next mission come through yet?"

With local special task force members present, verifying the mission's progress took almost no time; they approved it immediately and promptly transferred the payment.

Shirakawa Kurumi snapped out of her daze, glanced at her phone, and shook her head slightly: "Let's wait a little longer."

"Then let's go return the car first..." Kami Kotekawa had learned his lesson and didn't plan to ride the bicycle any further.

They returned the bicycle, went around again, and found another rental shop where they rented a motorcycle.

Kotegawa Kamimi can't ride, but Shirakawa Kurumi can, and is very good at it.

Kurumi Shirakawa drove silently, and for some reason, she had been much quieter than usual.

Kami Kotekawa sensed something was wrong and instinctively asked, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Shirakawa Kurumi tilted her head and glanced at him, slowed down, turned off the engine, and stopped by the roadside. Then she took off her helmet, turned to look at him, and asked with a question in her beautiful eyes: "What are we here for?"

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback: "Make money?"

Kurumi Shirakawa was even more confused: "Then what am I here for? You're so strong, couldn't you have done it alone?"

Without a second thought, Kotekawa Kamimi replied, "Without you, how could I exist?"

"……what?"

"What I mean is, we're not the special ones, so we don't get these kinds of missions. So you take the missions, and we'll be the henchmen. It's a clear division of labor!"

"..." Shirakawa Kurumi was silent for a while, her eyes still filled with resentment: "Then didn't I take advantage of you? Compared to you, I'm so weak, and I didn't do anything, yet I got so much money..."

She had originally planned for everyone to team up and work together to solve the mission, but now it seems that she's not needed at all.