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

That's great! Maybe next time we can just take a sword and go into the water to fight!

He was excited for a while, then remembered two other talents.

[Initial stage of disintegration] I can't figure out what it is for now.

As for [Rock Skin]... he pressed his soft fingertips and felt that it was no different from before, but whether there was any change or not, he would have to try it out to find out.

He hesitated for a moment, glanced at his hand, gritted his teeth slightly, and stepped into the kitchen. He then placed his left hand on the cutting board, picked up the cleaver, and carefully made a cut on the back of his hand.

Hmm, it's okay, not even a white mark was left.

Is the power too weak?

He applied a little force, causing the skin on his hand to tighten.

He felt a tiny bit of the knife gliding across the back of his hand, but it didn't hurt, and there was no break in his skin or bleeding.

So he used a little more force, and then a little more force, and then a little more force again.

……

He looked at his still unharmed hand, then at the razor-sharp cut, and finally grinned.

"Hehe, it's nothing!"

"No wonder that stinky rock monster chipped my sword, it turns out it had [Rock Skin]... But now I have it too!"

He patted his head and excitedly spun around in place.

This is great! It's worth taking a deep breath of the cold noodles!

This should put some mind at ease about the constant worry of being shot in the back. As long as you're not unlucky enough to be hit in a vital spot, there's still a good chance you'll survive.

This is good, this is good...

He clasped his fists together.

That's amazing, so amazing it's almost unbelievable.

But who among respectable people talks about science?

Did he speak?

He won't tell!

Therefore, he is a decent person.

After indulging in his own ecstasy for a while, Kotegawa Kami began to ponder what exactly the "First Stage of Collapse" was.

Things like "underwater breathing" and "rock skin" are self-explanatory.

And the initial stage of disintegration...

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment. If he wasn't mistaken, this talent should belong to the Red Demon.

That red demon is very strong.

A single spiked club can smash a crater in the ground.

So... this talent is related to strength?

"Disintegrate...disintegrate? The button pops open?" He muttered to himself, and for some reason, he recalled a scene from his previous life when his senior sister's chest button popped open while she was practicing martial arts.

He was lost in his memories.

After a moment, he shook his head and came to his senses. He gestured with his hands and asked himself, "So, does 'collapse' mean that kind of breaking apart?"

Something seems off...

He thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he went to the yard, stood in front of the sandbag where he usually practiced his punches and kicks, and slowly clenched his fists.

On the second-floor balcony, the parrot, which was still building its nest, peeked down.

I wondered what he was trying to do.

Kotekawa Kami got into position, gathered his strength, and then threw a straight punch without any fancy moves.

"boom!"

The sandbag was pushed aside by a fist, swinging back and forth in the air with an even more exaggerated amplitude than usual.

Kotekawa Kamimi spread his palms, pressed down on the sandbag, and after it calmed down, suddenly threw a short punch.

A loud, powerful strike rang out.

The sandbag flew out with a whoosh, almost spinning 360 degrees in the air.

"His strength seems to have increased a lot!" he muttered to himself. "No, it's his explosive power that has increased a lot... it's the destructive power in that instant!"

He pondered for a while longer and then had some realization.

It feels like this disintegration is the Hunyuan Jin that he has been practicing all along!

What they're after is a burst of energy in an instant.

This may sound a bit bad, but it seems like it could work.

This directly enhanced his strength.

Kotegawa Kami flexed his wrists, thinking to himself that the red demon was indeed a minor.

Otherwise, how could he only be a "first dan"?

Matsushiro Takeshi is a despicable person. How dare he hire a minor to work for him? Isn't he afraid of being complained about?

Lost in these wild thoughts, he carried himself back to his room.

Completely unaware that on the second-floor balcony, Parrot Broly was covering his eyes with his wings, trembling with fear.

Is this human warning it?

Does that mean if a bird feather accidentally falls on the floor, he would beat it up like he did just now?

"This is terrifying, I'd better leave!"

Under the sunlight, Parrot Broly spread its wings and took flight, shedding glistening tears.

However, it suddenly turned in mid-air and flew back.

"The president outside is even more terrifying..."

It felt melancholy again and stretched its neck towards the sun.

Bird life

鸟生

How difficult

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Chapter 83 The 4 PM Appointment (3/5)

Before the first class in the afternoon, Kotegawa Kamimi returned to school with her bag on her back.

He couldn't find the branch leader of the Evil Spirit Society for the time being, and since he had nothing else to do, he found a place to eat and then came to the school.

Parrot is still building its nest at home.

It said this was a big job, and it wouldn't be finished in less than ten days or half a month.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, Takanashi came over, looked him up and down, and asked, "Is your stomach alright?"

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant and nodded, saying, "If Takanashi were willing to share some kiwi fruit with me, I should be almost fully recovered."

Takanashi Hanamai was taken aback, rolled her eyes at him, and went back to her seat to rummage through her desk: "You have an upset stomach, and you're still thinking about eating! But how did you know I brought kiwis?"

"Oh, I smell it."

Takanashi Hanami lowered her head and sniffed herself, somewhat bewildered: "Does it smell like kiwi? I can't smell anything."

"Your nose has probably gotten used to it by now." Kotekawa Kami took the dried fruit box from her, picked out a few pieces of dried kiwi, and handed the box back to her.

"Don't you want something else?" Kotori Hana asked, pointing at the banana chips.

"That's enough, enough to satisfy my craving."

As Kotekawa Kami was saying this, before he could even savor the sweetness, he caught a glimpse of Shirakawa Nozomi entering the classroom out of the corner of his eye.

Shirakawa glanced at him, a slight upturn at one corner of his mouth, and said casually, "You're really energetic, trying to coax girls into giving you snacks as soon as you get back to school."

Kotekawa Kami popped all the dried kiwis into his mouth and mumbled, "Well, too bad you're too late, they're all gone."

Nozomi Shirakawa: "..."

Takanashi Hanamai, standing next to her, lowered her head shyly and handed the box she had put back out to her again: "If you don't mind, Shirakawa-san, please try some too."

Shirakawa Nozomi subconsciously touched his pocket, then shook his head: "Thank you, but no need."

After saying that, he walked to his seat. He had just sat down when he heard Kotekawa Kami say behind him, "Don't worry about it. He didn't refuse because he didn't want to eat it. He just didn't have any milk candy to give as a return gift."

"Oh, oh..." Takanashi Hanamai replied, slightly bewildered.

Shirakawa Nozomi's handsome face flushed slightly, and he turned to glare at Kotekawa Kami.

You think you know so much!

Kami Kotegawa didn't see it because he was discussing with Hanami Takanashi which was tastier, walnuts or dates.

He thought it was a walnut, while Xiao Niao You Hua Wu thought it was a sweet red date.

Kotegawa Kami didn't believe him, so he ate another date.

A few minutes later, the school bell rang, and the old man, Mr. Fujiwara, walked up to the podium with a stack of test papers, glancing at Kami Kotekawa as he did so.

It's as if it's saying you're really lucky.

Kotekawa Kami took a sip of the cold noodles, quickly spat the date pit onto a piece of paper, and put it in his pocket.

A quiz? It's good that I'm at school, but is it really okay to have a test after only a week and a half of classes?

He grumbled inwardly, and then picked up his exam paper.

After writing his name down, he glanced at the paper, thought for a moment, and then began to answer the questions.