After a moment of silent thought, Kurozawa turned his head to look at his surroundings.
It was a mess.
In the roughly twenty-square-meter room, all the furniture looked as if it had been cut by an indestructible laser, even the walls were split open, and the floor was covered in densely packed cracks.
The rotten blood that had burst from the Parasyte's exploded human body covered a large area, looking extremely bloody and terrifying at first glance.
Crack. Kurozawa felt like he had stepped on something.
He moved his foot and looked down.
It was a framed photo, but only the upper half remained. The photo was covered in a lot of dust and bloodstains, but you could vaguely make out a young man on a beach vacation.
"Similar scenes must be unfolding all over the world."
Tonight, Parasytes descended globally, attacking the humans closest to them.
Not everyone had Kurozawa's abilities. Once discovered and targeted by a Parasyte Larva, there was a ninety percent chance of being parasitized.
Parasyte Larvae were small, fast-moving, and could burrow into flesh just by touching it. And they descended in the middle of the night.
"It's daytime on the other side of the earth, maybe the parasitization situation will be better there."
Kurozawa raised his left hand and gently shook it.
No reaction.
He glanced out the window. The destruction caused by fighting the Parasyte had made quite a commotion, and many houses had already turned on their lights, looking suspiciously at the dark room.
Normal human vision is poor at night. Kurozawa hadn't turned on the lights, so they couldn't see anything, but that didn't stop them from feeling that something bad had happened.
Some people took out their phones and dialed the number for law enforcement.
"Hello, yes? Something's wrong near my house."
"It's like this..."
"The address is..."
At the same time, Kurozawa went downstairs to the kitchen of the house.
No gas canister... this house was basically all electric. Cooking and living used electricity in the kitchen; gas canisters had been phased out a long time ago.
He opened his palm, and a flickering Pitch-Black Aura danced on it.
Kurozawa took a deep breath, squatted down, and pressed his hand to the floor.
The floor in the house was light red wood, and it quickly ignited under the burning of the Pitch-Black Aura, bringing up clusters of flames.
Mental attack was the strong suit of the Pitch-Black Aura, but burning physical matter also had a very strong destructive effect and would spread.
Its power wasn't as strong as the main body on Kurozawa, but it was enough.
Next, Kurozawa did the same thing, starting fires in other areas.
In just over ten seconds, raging flames burned and rose in this space, distorting the air and destroying everything.
Amidst the gradually spreading sea of fire, Kurozawa stood up straight.
He didn't have much Power of Despair now, and the amount of Pitch-Black Aura he could condense was limited, so he could only use this somewhat clumsy method to ignite the house.
This was a necessary measure.
In the Demon Slayer World, Kurozawa always killed but never buried, but that was because he didn't need to.
But this world was a modernized civilized society with a complete legal system, clearly divided law enforcement agencies, and cameras everywhere.
Kurozawa didn't want to expose himself too early; the time wasn't right yet.
Before, he had always kept an eye on camera locations and moved in blind spots of surveillance. He had scoped out the nearby surveillance facilities long ago and wouldn't make such small mistakes.
With Kurozawa's current strength, ordinary firearms weren't a big threat, but they couldn't be ignored. If he was targeted by the relevant departments, he might be in big trouble.
The power of modern technology shouldn't be underestimated. Kurozawa even suspected that if he were restrained and captured, his Immortal Body might be researched to find weaknesses he didn't even know about.
He wasn't truly powerful yet, so he had to be cautious.
"Fire will take everything." Killing and arson were a perfect match.
Whoosh! The burning flames twisted violently as they were driven by a strong wind.
The next second, Kurozawa's figure had disappeared, leaving only the cracking house burning with increasing intensity.
...
Kurozawa's high school grades weren't ideal.
Because he wasn't interested in going to school, in his opinion, being surrounded by a group of teenagers no older than him made him feel out of place.
Romance, studying, small groups... these things were too childish for Kurozawa.
During class, Kurozawa only used about one-tenth of his mental energy to listen to some content, while the remaining nine-tenths were spent activating his Breathing Technique and refining his physique.
Although the Breathing Technique in the Total Concentration: Constant stage could operate all the time, there was a difference in efficiency. The Breathing Technique actively activated by Kurozawa had a greatly improved efficiency in refining his physique compared to the passively operating Breathing Technique.
However, being in the carefree campus environment was also a good way to adjust his mood and make Kurozawa feel relaxed.
If a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman came to this world, they would probably be very relieved.
This kind of life was probably the future they had hoped for.
Teenage boys and girls should be spending their youth on campus, filling each day with laughter and joy, not grappling with bloodthirsty and vicious Demons in dark, sunless mountains and forests, risking their lives.
"Nii-san, breakfast today is bacon and eggs."
"Hurry and come eat. It's Monday today, and I forgot to set my alarm. We're already two hours late."
"Our homeroom teacher is really strict. If we're too late, it'll be bad."
Kana's voice drifted from outside the door, calling out to Kurozawa cheerfully.
"Okay, I got it. You eat first; you don't have to wait for me."
Putting on a sharp and handsome high school uniform that looked somewhat like a suit, Kurozawa opened the door and went downstairs.
Their house was a two-story cottage. The second floor had three rooms: one for Kurozawa, one for Kana, and the main bedroom for their parents. The first floor held the living room and the kitchen adjacent to it.
Since their parents were often away on business trips, only returning about once a month, Kana and Kurozawa were essentially the only regular occupants of the house.
Kurozawa didn't like cooking, so Kana usually took on that task, but Kurozawa would do the shopping for groceries and such.
Before, Kana had strongly insisted on eating food Kurozawa made himself.
Unable to resist her overly enthusiastic pleading, Kurozawa agreed.
After tasting it, Kana fearfully declared that she would never let Kurozawa cook again.
Upon going downstairs, a simple breakfast was already laid out on the dining table.
Kana's specialty bacon and eggs, along with a few slices of bread and two cups of warm milk.
It was somewhat like a Western-style meal.
She hadn't started eating yet; she was still waiting for Kurozawa to come down.
Kurozawa pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table. Across from him, Kana put her hands together, mumbled a few words softly, then smiled and said, "I'm going to eat now."
She ate rather slowly, chewing deliberately.
However, Kurozawa knew that Kana was just putting on a show in front of him, wanting to appear more ladylike.
Swallowing three portions of bacon and eggs in three bites and gulping down the milk in one go, Kurozawa finished his breakfast in about two minutes.
Meanwhile, Kana hadn't even finished one piece of bacon and eggs; she had only taken about half a bite.
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