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

"I'd like to know about what Mikazuki said to me that night, 'It seems that Glasses-kun really didn't tell you anything about me,' is that alright?" Kotekawa Kami asked thoughtfully.

Mikazuki lowered his head, and after a long while, took a deep breath and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal... The reason I live alone is because I'm the only one left at home."

Kotegawa Kami paused, startled.

The girl stared at her toes, her voice hollow: "Three years ago, a rat-headed monster with five eyes broke into our house, and my parents died trying to protect me."

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Simple and Honest People of Tokyo (Part Four)

On the North District Bridge, under the orange lights, Kamiko Kotegawa leaned on the railing, looking up and counting the stars.

Actually, he knows quite a few constellations, such as the Big Dipper pointing east, Orion with three stars in its belt, and Sirius, the brightest star at night, also known as Alpha Canis Majoris.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn't very good tonight; there was only a faint, scattered ray of light.

Replaced with Phoenix frequency imitation

A car came from the direction of Bunkyo Ward and stopped directly behind him.

A tall man stepped out of the driver's seat, dressed in a special military uniform, his face weathered by time.

He looked around before handing a folder to Kotegawa Kami and lowered his voice: "Three years ago, the mastermind behind the Five-Eyed Ratman Incident in the North District was indeed the Evil Spirit Society. Their goal was an evil god ritual."

Kotegawa Kami listened silently, flipping through the documents by the light of the overhead streetlamp.

This is an internal file from the Special Division, which Ishikawa Yasuhiro secretly took out and gave to him.

It records a disaster.

Three years ago, in the dead of night, a rat-headed monster with five eyes inexplicably appeared on the streets of the North District, killing and kidnapping at least eight children, and in return, eight families were completely destroyed.

This caused a huge sensation, and even Kami Kotekawa, who had just started junior high school at the time, knew about it.

It was unexpected that Mikazuki Seisakusou would be a survivor of that incident.

"Didn't you catch it?" Kotegawa Kami asked a pointless question.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face was grave, tinged with shame: "I only managed to blind one of its eyes, but it still managed to escape."

Kami Kotekawa handed the file back to him after he finished reading it, and then asked, "What is it? A demon? Or an evil spirit?"

“It can be considered an evil spirit…” Yasuhiro Ishikawa said cautiously, “We had no records of the Five-Eyed Ratman before it appeared, so it was very likely that it was originally human and later became mutated by the power of the evil god.”

"Why not just be a decent human? Why make yourself into something neither demon nor ghost? How despicable! By the way, it doesn't seem to be a member of the Tokyo Evil Spirits Society?"

“In fact, the Evil Spirit Society has a presence throughout the entire Kanto region. Tokyo is just a branch. The Five-Eyed Rat Man is very likely a member of the Kanto Evil Spirit Society.” Ishikawa Yasuhiro explained briefly, “However, it hasn’t shown its face for three years. It might be dead.”

"Really?" Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment, then asked, "You really don't know where the evil spirits in Tokyo are?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa was speechless for a moment before saying, "The Evil Spirit Society's branch doesn't have a fixed gathering place, and they don't usually act together. It seems that they only gather together on their 'Holy Communion Day,' but the meeting place seems to be randomly chosen. Sometimes it's by the river, sometimes under a bridge, and even once on the rooftop... We are always a step behind them."

At this point, he added with a hint of helplessness, "The shikigami of the Evil Spirit Guild's branch leader is so powerful that sometimes even if we know where he is, we don't dare to make a move until the Special Division's experts arrive... By the way, you probably don't know what kind of monster that is..."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa tried to use the concept of "Difficulty Level 5" to explain what "Difficulty Level 6" meant.

Kotekawa Kami nodded thoughtfully: "Now that you mention it, I understand. I've killed them and have some understanding of them... Those monsters are indeed strong, and they know a special technique called Ultimate Technique."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro instinctively shut his mouth, staring at the person in front of him with a chilling look.

Not only did he fight the [Wild Samurai]... he even survived the Ultimate Technique? No, he actually killed him?

Who exactly is he? How... how could he be like this...?

If he were a novel enthusiast, he might have said something like, "This kid is truly..." to fit the mood.

Kamiko Kotekawa then asked, "If you have any more information about evil spirits having a feast together next time, could you let me know?"

"...What do you want to do?"

"Find out someone, and while you're at it, send them in for re-education."

"So, you're looking for the Five-Eyed Rat People's whereabouts?"

"After all, no matter how you look at it, the bounty for the executives of the Kanto Evil Spirit Society is higher than that of the branch Evil Spirit Society, right?"

"That makes sense... but are you really doing this for the money?"

"What else could I do? I have no grudge against it. Besides upholding justice and making some extra money on the side, what other reason do I have? By the way, how much is its head worth?"

"Around 300 million yen, are you planning to just kill them?"

"Huh? Do you mean I should send them over alive?"

"No, no, no, please don't show mercy! If... if that day ever comes, we only want the dead! We don't want the living! We won't acknowledge the living!"

"...Why are you afraid? It shouldn't be that strong, right? It's definitely not at [Difficulty Level 4], or at most [Difficulty Level 5]."

"It's not a matter of strength or weakness, it's relative..."

Before leaving, Yasuhiro Ishikawa said earnestly, "Kiru-kun, my parents only have me as their son, I have a beautiful wife I grew up with, a well-behaved and sensible child, a penthouse apartment without a mortgage, and a newly bought car, so I don't want to be in the news..."

Finally, he emphasized: "Don't bring any live monsters to me!"

As Kami watched him drive away, she thought to herself, "This is probably the dilemma of middle age. You've struggled most of your life, you have everything, but suddenly the person is gone..."

But wasn't this guy just subtly implying that he's a social butterfly?

Ha, I'm not envious at all!

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the time on his phone, thinking that he probably wouldn't have any luck tonight and should go home to see Mikazuki off.

Just like yesterday, he asked Mikazuki to stay at his house tonight.

Thinking this, he turned and walked towards Bunkyo Ward.

However, they hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard a sharp cry coming from behind.

"Help! Help! Someone save my life!"

Kotegawa Kami stopped and casually took out the [Storm] from his sword pouch.

He turned around and saw a chicken in the distance, flapping its wings and running towards him with its two claws like wheels.

Behind the chicken, a huge four-legged monster was hot on its heels.

The monster had a rat's head, bloodshot eyes, and drool constantly dripping from its long, pointed mouth.

"A weasel monster?" Kotegawa Kami examined it closely.

The chicken that was running for its life in front of us was quite good-looking, with snow-white feathers all over its body, but it had a tuft of green on its head and a long tail feather trailing behind its rear end, making it look rather strange.

However, this chicken just cried for help, so it's probably a monster too.

However, its eyes were clear, and it had no malevolent aura or foul smell, so it probably hadn't harmed anyone and was likely a vegetarian monster.

Kotegawa Kami drew his longsword and swallowed hard.

Chapter 77 This chicken looks just like a bird!

Parrot ran frantically down the road, wishing it could grow two more legs. It yelled at the top of its lungs, "You dead rat! I'm a senior! I joined the association ten days before you! How dare you defy me! Believe me or not, I'll go back and tell the chairman on you!"

The heavy, pungent stench grew closer, and Parrot Broly was terrified, screaming as he fled for his life: "Dead rat! Dead rat! Dead rat! I curse you to die right now!"

At this moment, focused solely on escaping, it finally spotted Furudekawa Kamimi standing ahead and let out another shriek: "Fool! Why aren't you running away! Fool, fool, fool..."

The humans in front of them not only didn't move, but their faces darkened.

"I've never seen such an arrogant chicken before!" Kotekawa Kamimi spread his legs wide, twisted his waist, and swung his sword sheath like a baseball bat.

Parrot's eyes widened, and it yelled at the top of its lungs, "You stupid human, what are you going to do—ah!"

"Clang!" A crisp striking sound echoed across the bridge.

Parrot's figure drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The rat monster that had been chasing behind struggled to brake with all four legs, its neck turning as Parrot Broly turned.

Kami Kotegawa maintained his golf swing posture.

However, he had never played golf; he had only seen people play it on TV, so he copied them and tried it out.

The chicken fell to the ground, its rear end in the air, and looked like it had fainted.

Kotegawa Kami nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, the rat monster that had stopped in front of him suddenly opened its mouth wide and lunged at his face. His eyes narrowed, and a sword light flashed in front of him. The rat's head, with its bloodshot eyes and drooling, was instantly separated from its neck and fell to the ground, splattering green blood everywhere.

Kotekawa Kami flicked away the blood droplets, sheathed his sword, and while making a phone call to Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who had just left, he strode forward.

When he got to the unconscious chicken, he squatted down, grabbed its two wing roots, and tossed it around a bit, feeling even more satisfied.

It weighs about four or five pounds. Tomorrow I'll buy a few more dressed chickens and stew them together to make a pot of chicken soup.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who had gone away, returned quickly. He stopped his car some distance away, took out his gun, pointed it at the rat monster's body, and slowly moved closer.

Kotekawa Kami walked over carrying the chicken, looked at him like this, and said speechlessly, "It's completely dead."

"We can't be careless!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's expression was solemn. After he finally moved to the front of the rat monster's corpse and kicked it a few times without any reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief, put away his gun, and took the walkie-talkie to say a few words to the person inside.

Seeing him bustling around, Kotegawa Kami greeted him, saying, "Then I'll head back now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand suddenly grabbed his arm firmly, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro forced a smile onto his weathered face: "Don't go, stay a little longer, just a little longer."

"..."

Two minutes later, Yasuhiro Ishikawa ran over with two cans of hot drinks he had just bought and handed one to Kamimi Kotegawa.

Kotekawa Kami said thank you, glanced at the coffee logo on it, didn't open it, and put it directly into his pocket.

This middle-aged man was unusually timid.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn't seem to mind drinking coffee late at night. He pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Finally, he let out a "ha!" and glanced at the chicken in his hand, asking curiously, "What's this?"

"Oh, it's just a chicken. I haven't eaten meat for many days..." Kotekawa Kami quietly hid it behind his back.

"A chicken?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro paused, then said uncertainly, "But why does it look like a parrot to me? A cockatiel..."

"No, no, no, you're mistaken. This is just a chicken." Kamiko Kotekawa shook her head, hesitated for a moment, then held it up to her and asked, "Have you ever seen such a big bird?"

“No, not really…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro was also taken aback by the chicken’s size. He looked it up and down and finally exclaimed, “It’s quite strange, this chicken really does look a lot like a parrot.”