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

The members of the evil spirits society have been given a chance to reform themselves, and they may never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, nor will they have to worry about buying a house, getting married, or having children.

Suddenly, everyone had a bright future ahead of them.

Triple win.

After putting his phone away, Kotegawa Kami counted on his fingers.

So far, only four have been caught. There's one more with 7,000 W, three with 3,000 W, and who knows how many more with pocket money... The children's tuition should be covered in the future. With a little more effort, we might be able to afford a second child.

He looked relieved, and the chilling aura emanating from him finally subsided.

But then he thought about how he didn't even know where his girlfriend was, and he couldn't help but sigh, all his previous joy turning into emptiness.

What use would I have for this W?

A police car pulled up in front of him with its siren blaring, and he was asked to check his identity. However, the sword he was carrying was not sharpened, and he was also carrying a notebook and a patrol armband, so he didn't encounter any trouble.

A few minutes later, he returned home, looked around, and called out, "Mikazuki?"

The girl squatting in the kitchen peeked out the door. When she saw him, her eyes lit up with surprise. She immediately stood up and ran over. The two big rabbits in front of her swayed up and down, making Kotekawa Kami a little dizzy.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing, just a petty thief..." Kotekawa Kami took a step back and took the kitchen knife from her hand.

"You caught up with that person?"

"Yeah, we caught up with her and gave her a good beating."

"So he really is a pervert?"

"Yeah, I think she looks a bit like it too... But don't worry, she's already promised she won't do it again. If she does it again, I'll spank her and twist her ears!"

"Hmm, that's good..."

Mikazuki Seisakusaku slumped to the ground in a classic duck-sitting position. She loosened her clenched fists, patted her chest, and let out a long sigh.

The hem of her school uniform skirt was flared out, but it didn't completely cover her fair and delicate thighs.

Looking down at him from his vantage point, Kami Kotekawa was momentarily at a loss for what to look at. He turned around, looked at the wall, and said, "Rest for a bit, have something to eat, and I'll take you back."

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble today."

"What are you saying? It's not your fault!" Kotekawa Kami reached out and pulled her up, then thought for a moment and said, "It's all the bad people's fault, they have ulterior motives."

Mikazuki's gaze fell into a somber mood, and his nose stung with tears.

She clearly hasn't done anything wrong, and she's clearly trying very hard to live.

“But don’t be afraid…” Kotekawa Kami gently patted her shoulder and comforted her, “There are only a very small number of bad people. We’ll deal with them one by one. There will be a day when we’re all done. Don’t worry, I will protect you until then. So, if you encounter any trouble that’s difficult to handle, just come and rely on me! Don’t be shy.”

After saying that, he added, "We're friends, and friends should help each other."

Mikazuki Seisakusho raised her head and looked up at him.

But Kotekawa Kami looked away, not daring to look at those eyes that shone like stars any longer.

He took the cleaver to the kitchen: "I'm going to wash my face first, you sit for a while."

He first put the cleaver in the kitchen, then went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, washed his face thoroughly, dried it with a towel, and then went to the living room.

It's getting late, and Mikazuki has to go to school tomorrow, so it's better to take him home early.

In the living room, Mikazuki Haruka was holding her schoolbag, her expression showing some hesitation.

Kotekawa Kami opened a bottle of herbal tea, tilted his head back and gulped it down, then let out a "ha" and wiped his mouth, saying, "Let's go, we'll take you home."

"Hmm..." Mikazuki Haruka bit her lower lip, stood up, and walked outside slowly.

Kotegawa Kami locked the door, slung his sword bag over his shoulder, and slowly walked north with her.

After walking for a while, Mikazuki Sunny Sky suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Mikazuki Seisakusaku lowered his head shyly, his voice as soft as an ant's: "I can't muster any strength in my legs."

When she first met Kotegawa Kami, she was like a deflated balloon, limp and powerless. She had managed to endure all the way here, and now she was almost at her limit.

Kotekawa Kami looked around but couldn't find a place to sit and rest. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively said, "How about I carry you on my back?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho hesitated for a moment, then nodded, blushing, "Thank you."

"It's no big deal!" Kotekawa Kamimi took off his sword pouch, held it in his hand, and squatted down.

Looking at his broad back, Mikazuki Seisakusho bit her lip, took a deep breath, and leaned against him little by little.

Compared to the neck, which is so itchy that you want to scratch it when you breathe, the back is actually less sensitive.

Especially for Kami Kotegawa, the muscles on his back were well-developed and strong enough to withstand a poplar stick as thick as a bowl.

But he still shivered.

Two incredibly soft mounds pressed against me, despite being separated by several layers of fabric, some thin and some thick.

But he can still simulate some data in his mind.

The girl's warm breath, carrying a hint of fragrance and sweetness, hit his neck, almost making him unable to stand up.

Fortunately, he still had all his strength, though he was a little unresponsive.

Light, soft, warm... It's said that girls' body temperature is one or two degrees higher than boys', and it's definitely true.

He lifted Mikazuki Seikatsu's thighs, bounced up slightly, and took a step forward, his feet feeling soft and yielding as if he were walking on cotton.

"As expected, the person I envy the most is Youjia!"

……

At that moment, at the Shirakawa Shrine, quite a distance away, Shirakawa Kurumi, who was watching the popular romantic comedy "The Monk Who Fell in Love with Me" in her room, yawned slightly.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and wondered to herself, "Why hasn't my brat come to borrow money from me yet? Is he really that dense?"

"Did I really lose?" She closed her laptop and prepared to lock the door and go to sleep.

Just then, a soft knock sounded on the door, accompanied by a question: "Are you... are you asleep?"

Shirakawa Kurumi raised an eyebrow, her bright eyes curving into crescents, but she quickly closed them, cleared her throat, and said in a disgruntled tone, "I was just about to sleep, what's up?"

Outside, Shirakawa Nozomi remained silent for a moment before saying somewhat awkwardly, "Well, I've been thinking about it, and I feel like what Kotegawa said makes a lot of sense... It's not that I want to borrow money!" He suddenly raised his voice a little, then quickly added, "Think about it, if I could become a full priest sooner, wouldn't I be able to help you guys? Three people are always safer on a mission than two..."

"Oh..." Shirakawa Kurumi responded indifferently, "So, what do you want to say?"

"That's right... you understand?"

Hearing his younger brother's conflicted and gritting tone through the door, Shirakawa Kurumi almost burst out laughing.

She didn't respond, sounding quite impatient: "What do you understand? If you don't understand, just say it! Otherwise, I'm going to sleep!"

"Well, it's just... lend me some money! I'll pay you back with interest after I become a full priest."

"Yay! We won!" Shirakawa Kurumi was overjoyed and stopped teasing his younger brother, readily asking, "So, how much do you want to borrow?"

Shirakawa Nozomi, standing outside the door, didn't speak but instead slipped a piece of paper inside. He stood at the door and said in a very serious tone, "There are still three months until the formal priest examination. I need to borrow three months' tuition, practice materials, and money for the Yin Qi Pills that Tamako needs. This is the amount I've calculated. Take a look."

Shirakawa Kurumi bent down to pick them up, examining each one carefully.

It's written in great detail, specifying the principal, interest, and the purpose of almost every dollar.

She looked at it for a while and realized that not a single yen was extra... He was really just seriously considering the promotion, and didn't even think about taking this opportunity to borrow more money to eat a bowl of beef rice.

There was silence outside the door; they were probably anxiously waiting for a reply.

Shirakawa Kurumi remained silent, sighed inwardly, and said softly, "Okay, I understand. Go home early tomorrow, and I'll give you the money."

Shirakawa, standing outside the door, breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps back and bowed towards the door, saying, "Thank you, big sister."

He turned and walked away.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was behind the door, tilted her head, walked to the bedside, deleted the video she had been recording, took out her phone, and sent a message to Kotegawa Kami in a joking tone: "Okay, I lose to you. I'll treat you to a beef feast later."

"Anyway, I didn't say whether he actually came to borrow money or not, so it's not a lie! Yes, it's not a lie!" she thought.

Having just delivered Mikazuki Seisakusho to his doorstep, Kotekawa Kami, who was walking back, looked down at the text message and was momentarily at a loss for words.

He actually hoped that Shirakawa Nozomi was just being stubborn and would take his advice to heart. It had nothing to do with the beef feast; it was just a suggestion.

Time is money, but money can't buy time.

He shook his head and replied with a message.

"...He's really stubbornly adorable."

Shirakawa Kurumi chuckled, her fingertips dancing lightly.

"Yeah, you little brat, you're both smelly and stubborn."

"Please pass on a message to him for me."

"Huh? What?"

"Son, I'm very disappointed in you."

"...He'll probably come after you to the death."

"That would only work if he could beat me..."

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Cry of God

Early Tuesday morning, after finishing his martial arts practice, Kotegawa Kami was taking a shower when he suddenly heard a loud knocking on the door.

He wiped the water droplets from his face and called out, "Wait a minute!"

Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door so early in the morning instead of eating breakfast at home?

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

He quickly washed his hair, rubbed shower gel all over his body, rinsed off in the shower, grabbed a towel, and went outside.

He returned to his bedroom, hurriedly wiping himself down, and glanced out the window, immediately spotting Sora Honba standing at the entrance.

"Glasses Guy?" He looked down at himself, hesitated for a moment, then wrapped the towel around his waist, letting in a cool breeze, and stepped to open the door.

He glanced at the bespectacled man standing outside the door, stepped aside, and casually asked, "What's up? Why are you here so early?"