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

Why would this person say something that's perfectly correct but ultimately meaningless?

Yasuhiro Ishikawa said with a headache, "The main problem is that he is still unconscious and his face cannot be recognized, so there is no good way to find out his identity in a very short time."

That guy's face was so swollen, it was even more swollen than a pig's head; even a pig would cry if it saw it.

Kami Kotekawa coughed: "Isn't there any other method? Like fingerprint or DNA comparison or something."

“These all require the cooperation of other departments,” Yasuhiro Ishikawa said tactfully.

It's already 9 p.m., and not every department is like them, able to be called upon at any time!

He continued, "However, once there is any new development, I will immediately inform you that raising and commanding shikigami to kill is one of the most serious crimes, and only some desperados and evil people would do it. So please rest assured, if he is really the person on the wanted list, he will not miss out on the bounty."

"Ah, whether there's a bounty or not isn't important. I mainly want to know why he wanted to kill me," Kotekawa Kami said, waving his hand with a serious expression.

"I don't believe you!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro said in a deep voice. "We will definitely find out the truth!"

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning.

Kami Kotekawa, who was fast asleep, woke up on time. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and stood up to stretch his limbs while listening to the rain still pattering outside the window.

He was up for no reason last night and made a ruckus for most of the night. He even lost an umbrella. It was really exhausting.

He moved around for a while, then went over and drew back the curtains. He glanced at the still dark sky outside, turned around and carried the bedding into the closet. Then he took out his newly bought apron, put it on, and started looking for the used vacuum cleaner he had bought a while ago.

We'll have guests at home today, so we can't leave a bad impression.

One by one, the lights in the room came on. From the first floor to the third floor, he didn't miss a single room or corner, wandering back and forth constantly.

Vacuuming, wiping tables, mopping floors, cleaning windows, doing laundry, emptying trash cans, and tidying up the kitchen that hasn't been used yet – it's all quite tedious.

By the time he had cleaned the house thoroughly, the gray sky outside had already begun to brighten.

Finally, he packed up the trash bags and put them by the door, took a quick shower, changed into dry clothes, grabbed an umbrella, and headed out with the trash bags. Oh, and he'd also grab some breakfast while he was at it.

However, because it had been raining and there was nowhere to practice his kung fu, he didn't eat much for breakfast. The restaurant owner thought the chef had been lazy and the food wasn't good, and he almost got into a fight with the chef in the kitchen.

After breakfast, he went to the shopping street with an umbrella and bought two beef hind legs, several pork knuckles, and other meats and vegetables.

After all, there are quite a few customers, and it would be awkward if we bought too little and there wasn't enough to eat.

Last night on his way home, he was on the phone with Shirakawa Kurumi discussing next week's tasks when he inadvertently mentioned today's arrangements, which led to two more people coming over for dinner.

He carried an umbrella in one hand and several large bags in the other as he went home.

After returning home, he thought about it, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, brandished it a few times, then shook his head and stuck the knife into the cutting board.

Let's wait for the head chef to arrive before deciding how to cook it.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, strode upstairs, took the longsword from the shelf, and itched to brandish it.

No, I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice this sword for a day.

But there's no room to put your feet in the yard now, and there's no space inside the house either.

"Oh right, I haven't claimed the experience points I earned yesterday yet." His eyes flickered, and he focused his attention on his mind.

In the depths of his heart, several large and small blue orbs of light floated.

Some were obtained from killing man-eating demons, some from killing water demons, and some were from those two shikigami from last night.

There's nothing to look forward to among these low-level monsters; only the Wild Samurai level monsters are somewhat interesting.

He lit all the cyan orbs of light in one go.

Countless tiny ice crystals shattered, like exploding fireworks, and merged into the boundless darkness.

A line of ancient, simple characters appeared: Merit: Sixteen

"After seeing off the ancestor of the Senko family last week, my skill level was already 15, but with all this experience from these monsters, I've only barely leveled up by one rank. Should I talk to Shirakawa Kurumi about taking on a level 4 quest next week? Sigh, but even if it's level 4, if I can't solve the problem of the quest volume, it's all for nothing."

Kotegawa Kami frowned, looking somewhat annoyed.

But in this slight improvement, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. The Taoist energy in his body was more "lively" and "lighter" than usual.

He looked down at his outstretched right palm, and after a long pause, he channeled his inner energy and smeared it across the blade of the longsword.

Instantly, a surge of true energy, as if it were tangible, flowed from his palm. Then, to his astonishment, a clear light shone from the blade of the longsword in his right hand!

Just like when Uncle Gai unleashes his ultimate move, he strokes the sword with one hand.

He was stunned.

What is this?

True Qi leaving the body? True Qi infusion?

What's the point of this?

Since exorcisms are usually too simple and unadorned, we added some special effects.

Hey, you dog planner!

As Kotegawa Kami sensed the true energy still flowing into the sword through the meridians of his right hand, he had a thought and, without much effort, lightly traced a line on the wooden sword stand beside him.

Then, without feeling much resistance, he exerted a little force and the wooden frame was split in two!

He was immediately dumbfounded.

Good heavens! This is truly good heavens!

No wonder Uncle Gai always uses this trick when unleashing his ultimate attack; it actually increases its power by a huge margin.

He was a little dizzy, but looking at the still-glowing sword, he grinned foolishly.

Based on this alone, it is no less than the ultimate skill he obtained from the wild samurai.

So, is the sixteenth stage of my work a qualitative leap? Or is it my ultimate goal?

He shook his head, brandishing his sword, and felt an urge to burst into song. So he cleared his throat and sang, "I am looking up."

Unfortunately, he didn't finish singing a single line, because when he turned his head, he inadvertently saw the neighbor's second-floor window directly opposite him, where a bird was leaning half its body out, staring in astonishment.

His eyelids twitched, and he quickly swung his sword to dispel the true energy on it.

The little bird, who had just come to her senses, turned around and ran out of the room without thinking.

Kamiko Kotekawa could imagine that she was definitely going to come and find out what she wanted to do!

"What should I do?" He was completely at his wit's end.

If Takanashi Hanamai finds out, she'll definitely tell Yuka, and Yuka will definitely tell Uncle Takama, and Uncle Takama will definitely tell Uncle Kenji, and Uncle Kenji will definitely tell Aunt Akiha. Then I might not be able to keep my bounty hunter secret!

His expression shifted for a moment, then a decision formed in his eyes. He grabbed his sword and ran downstairs, rummaging through drawers and cabinets: "No! This absolutely cannot be allowed to happen!"

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

A flicker of tension crossed Kotekawa's eyes. He put his sword on the table and quickly went to open the door.

Sure enough, birds were swimming and flowers were dancing outside the door.

The little girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, examining him from head to toe, and asked, "I think I saw you glowing?"

"Nonsense! How could humans glow!" Kotekawa Kamimi exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Takanashi Hanako frowned, shook her head, and said decisively, "Impossible, I didn't see wrong, you were just glowing!"

"No, no, no, you must be mistaken!" Kotekawa Kami shook his head, swallowed hard, and stepped aside, saying, "What you saw was probably the color of a highlighter! Hmm, I was just playing around with highlighter!"

"Huh? A highlighter?" Takanashi Hanako was taken aback, and suddenly became less certain. She asked suspiciously, "You used a highlighter to paint on the sword?"

"Mmm! It's like putting on a face mask! Just a simple skincare routine!"

Chapter 52 Even Jumping into the Sea Won't Clear My Name (First Update)

"Apply a face mask?" Takanashi Hanamaru was skeptical, feeling it was still a bit strange, but it was passable.

Kami Kotegawa nodded frantically, as if he wanted to write "it's true" all over his face.

"Okay, then it seems I really was wrong..." For the sake of his handsome face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, Takanashi Hanamai chose to believe him.

She turned and walked away, but after only a few steps, she turned back and asked, "When do we meet today?"

“Anytime is fine…” Kotekawa Kamimi looked at her cute light yellow pajamas and tentatively asked, “Do you need me to prepare breakfast for you?”

Takanashi Hanamai paused for a moment, then looked down and realized that in her excitement, she had run out in her pajamas and slippers, without even washing her face, since she had just woken up...

"Ah!" she suddenly cried out, as if she had remembered something. Blood dripped from her cheeks, and she hurriedly ran home, clutching her chest.

As Kotekawa Kami watched her leave, three lines of poetry inexplicably popped into his mind: "The spring's eye is silent, cherishing its gentle flow; the shade of the trees reflects on the water, loving the soft sunshine..."

He shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he belongs to the "broad-minded" school.

About half an hour later, at 7:50 in the morning, Honba Sorata came alone, wearing a raincoat and carrying two large bags, his head covered in sweat.

Kami Kotekawa reached out and took it, asking in bewilderment, "What is this?"

"These are all the ingredients we ate for lunch. I and Youjia chipped in to buy them."

"...But I seem to recall telling you that I've already prepared a whole refrigerator full of food."

“It’s not good to come empty-handed…” Honba Sora shook his head and said, “But it’s alright, at most we’ll just have to eat another dinner.”

"Hmm, what you said makes a lot of sense, but before that, shouldn't we first consider whether I, as the host, have time to entertain you tonight?" Kotekawa Kami said somewhat irritably.

"Isn't this Saturday?" Honba Sorata suddenly grinned mischievously, winking and saying, "Furutegawa, I've prepared a lot of fun games, they're absolutely hilarious!"

Seeing that his smile was a bit lewd, Kami Kote thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "The game you're talking about, is it a legitimate game?"

"Absolutely serious!" Honba Sora exclaimed, beaming. "Let's go, let's go prepare the ingredients!"

"Oh...didn't you say yesterday that I just had to wait to eat?"

"But with so much stuff, if no one helps us, we probably won't be able to eat until tonight."

"That's true, but you weren't just saying nice things to fool me yesterday, were you?" Kotekawa Kami looked at him suspiciously.

Honba Sora rolled his eyes: "If I really only had one cow hind leg and three pork knuckles, why would I need to ask for help?"

After shifting the blame around, it turned out he'd ended up blaming himself. Kotekawa Kami coughed, "We're just being prepared, taking precautions..."

Sorata nodded in agreement, looking like everyone understood. He might be a little slow-witted, but he was definitely not stupid, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get into the top class.