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

The wooden sword he was holding high fell to the ground.

The outcome is decided!

Kotekawa Kami turned around and squatted down, skillfully carrying Ichijo Shizuka on his back. Then, he glanced at the completely dumbfounded upperclassmen and grinned, "I welcome you to come and spar with me anytime."

Many people quickly lowered their heads, realizing that this first-year junior was someone they really couldn't afford to mess with—even the teachers from the Special Department couldn't beat him!

The liar Kono Sho was even more terrified.

Kotegawa Kami gave him a deep look and reminded him, "Kono-senpai, right? Please be careful on your way home from school today."

"W-What are you doing? This is a school!" Kono Sho shouted in fright.

Kotekawa Kami didn't intend to do anything, but if someone dared to lie and frame him, they should be prepared to be beaten up. Otherwise, if they don't learn their lesson and are let off the hook so easily, they will definitely do it again next time.

Only by letting this guy know what pain is, will he know what fear is the next time he wants to do something like this.

He looked at Mr. Fujiwara, who had already stood up, and bounced Ichijo Shizuka up a little before saying, "Mr. Fujiwara, I'll take you to the third-year infirmary first."

Fujiwara Ai walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, and asked curiously, "Isn't the infirmary for third-year students on the third floor?"

"Two students sprained their ankles during PE class today. Our grade's medical teacher may not have time."

"Really? Then you'll have to go through the trouble of taking her upstairs."

"Got it!"

There's a special event...

The atmosphere in the living room remained strangely silent.

No one spoke.

No one spoke up for Shirakawa Nozomi.

Even his older sister was covering her mouth tightly, her shoulders shaking.

Kota kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

He was careless; he didn't even consider the possibility that a boy might draw the card.

Kotekawa Kami looked around and felt that as the host, he couldn't let the atmosphere continue to be so awkward—mainly because Shirakawa Nozomi's face had darkened, and he seemed to be planning to overturn the table and run away.

He tentatively suggested, "How about..."

"No way!" The four girls, who were trying to suppress their laughter, spoke in unison.

Standing to the side, feeling guilty and somewhat unwilling to watch the boy dressed in [unclear - possibly a typo or incomplete sentence], she felt a pang of unease. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and apprehension, and a sense of unease. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and apprehension, and a sense of unease. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and apprehension, and a sense of unease.

Of all the people in the group, only Shirakawa looked at him with a light in his eyes.

Kotekawa Kami paused, then continued, "What I meant was, buying that... [unclear text - possibly a fragment from a larger document]... ...is a waste of resources and technology!"

"Agreed!" All five agreed in unison, then turned away and covered their mouths.

Shirakawa Nozomi, looking embarrassed and annoyed, slammed the card on the middle of the table and shouted, "Again!"

He wants revenge!

I'll make those guys look even more pathetic than him!

Kotekawa Kami touched his coffee table with a pained expression.

The game continues.

Q: "If your partner wanted you to work hard to get into the same university, would you agree?"

"Not necessarily, I will prioritize following my own heart."

Q: "If you could say one thing to Kami Kotegawa, what would it be?"

"What can I say... be happy every day?" Honba Sorata looked bewildered. Why would someone ask such a strange question?

Adventure: "If you're sitting across from a girl, tell me what you admire most about her."

"..."

"Furugawa-kun, we know your preferences, so please don't try to lie!"

"..."

"Furategawa-kun?"

Kotekawa Kami gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and covered his face with one hand: "The size of... the breasts."

A chorus of boos erupted.

Sitting opposite her, Mikazuki Haruka blushed deeply.

The light in Kotegawa Kami's eyes disappeared.

Of the people present, only Shirakawa Kurumi, who was unaware of the matter, looked blankly at herself. She looked down at herself and became even more confused.

Breasts and such are just excess fat, aren't they?

Q: "Please say one thing you most want to say to the person sitting on your left."

Question: "Please name the black brand you usually wear..."

Question: "Please name three things you are best at."

ask:"……"

The twenty-five cards also decreased at a visible rate.

The group of people in front of the coffee table were no longer as cheerful as before; their eyes were red, and they looked just like gamblers who had lost everything and were clamoring to go to some rooftop.

Originally, only three people were truly "dead": Motoba Yuka, Shirakawa Nozomi, and Kotegawa Kami.

As a result, three more black-themed topics surfaced, and of the remaining four people, all except for Honjo Sora were also eliminated.

However, Kong Tai is practically "dead" in this game... He was the one who attracted the most hatred today.

Now it's finally over, only one card is left.

The last [demon/spirit] is Mikazuki Seisakusaku.

The last deity is Kotegawa Kami.

Kamiko Kotekawa picked up the card, placed it in the middle of the coffee table, and, under Mikazuki Seisaku's tense gaze, read it aloud clearly: "Birthday, hobbies, favorite and disliked foods, favorite and disliked members of the opposite sex..."

"There are so many problems on this card..." Kotegawa Kami muttered to himself.

On the other side, Shirakawa Nozomi remained expressionless. He had written the card, but it was addressed to Kotekawa Kamimi!

Mikazuki Seisakusaku glanced at the card, breathed a sigh of relief, and pursed his lips as he replied, "My birthday is December 12th..."

"December 12th?" Kotekawa Kami's eyes widened slightly. It was the same day as his!

"...If studying counts as an interest, then it is studying. My favorite food is buckwheat noodles, I hate sukiyaki, I don't have a crush on anyone, and I dislike frivolous and dishonest men."

A low chuckle broke out.

Kotekawa Kami's expression was calm and composed; he was neither frivolous nor had any ill intentions, so it wasn't him being discussed.

The last card was played, and all the cards were piled up on the coffee table.

Everyone leaned back on the sofa, letting out a sigh of relief, but also gritting their teeth, feeling more ashamed than they had imagined.

I was careless, so careless!

Kami Kotekawa was also reflecting on the matter, and he felt that the game should not be called the "Friendship Ending" game.

I must say, Glasses Guy is quite the talent.

The only one who hadn't publicly embarrassed himself much looked around excitedly and said, "How about it? This game is fun, isn't it? How about we rewrite the questions and play another round?"

"One more lap!" Shirakawa Nozomi agreed in a deep voice, unwilling to let it end like this.

Everyone turned their heads and glanced at the two of them.

Takanashi Hanamai stood up, feeling exhausted. "Sorry, I have work to do, so I'll be going now..." Before leaving, she glanced at Honba Sorata and smiled. "Glasses-kun, it's best not to walk alone at night these days!"

She couldn't ask the right person any of the questions she wanted to ask, and instead suffered quite a bit herself.

"I still have to work in the evening..." Takanashi Hana said softly, glancing at Honjo Sora as well.

"Yes, it's getting late, we should head back... See you tomorrow! Oh, Glasses-kun? Don't walk alone at night these next few days!" With a beaming smile and no sign of anger, Shirakawa Kurumi led a reluctant Shirakawa Nozomi away.

Honba Yuuka's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she coldly stared at Honba Sorata: "Alright, it's time to go home!"

Sorata was still confused as to why they were reminding him not to walk alone at night, but upon hearing this, he jumped back in shock and asked warily, "What? You want to beat me up?"

After all, they've been siblings for sixteen years, so they have that much understanding between them.

"Beat you up?" Yuuka's face was filled with malice: "Today I'm going to beat you to death!"

"Why should I! What did I do to you?" Glasses-kun yelled, trying to scare away Yuka Honba's dangerous idea with his voice.

His combat strength was only 05, and he couldn't even beat a goose normally. So when facing Motoba Yuuki, who was taller and heavier than him, he could only get beaten up. Seeing that shouting was ineffective, he hurriedly asked Kotegawa Kamimi for help: "Help, help me!"

Kami Kotekawa seemed lost in thought when his arm was shaken. He came to his senses, sighed, and said, "You should be more careful!"

"Furugawa?" Sorata Honba couldn't believe that his good friend was actually on the same side as his "devil".

Honba Yuuka sneered, her right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing Honba Sorata by the ear and leaving the place.

Kotekawa Kami watched the siblings leave, then chuckled wryly, shook his head, got up to tidy the table, slung his sword sheath over his shoulder, grabbed an umbrella, and went out for dinner.

Chapter 72 Have you heard?

"Hey, did you hear? The seniors in the Special Security Department got beaten up, right in front of their teacher."

"Not only that, I heard that even the teachers got beaten up."

"That's right, that's right. It seems that Kono-senpai, a second-year student, is the most seriously injured. He's already in the hospital, and several of the upperclassmen were scared to tears."

"Ouch, where is he hurt?"

"It seems to be the mind?"