Chapter 268: Demon Slayer Blade!
"A world like this should be able to produce some players with strong willpower."
Fang Yi withdrew his gaze.
The Claymores who longed to kill Yoma, the Yoma who wanted to overthrow the Organization, the commoners clinging to hope in the midst of despair—
They were all saplings from which resilient will could bloom.
He turned his eyes to the second world.
Once again, the golden eye of fate swept the land, probing this world without restraint.
The entire world—
Every living being, without even raising their heads, could feel the presence emanating from the sky.
Indescribable, incomprehensible, unimaginable.
"Cough… what's going on?!"
In a bustling town,
people froze in their tracks, looking up in shock at the golden, sun-like eye that hovered in the heavens.
The miraculous vision
caused many to drop to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground in worship.
A young boy dressed in a crisp Taishō-style suit dropped the kerosene lamp in his hand.
Flames consumed the books in the pharmacy around him—books full of medicinal herbs and formulas.
But he didn't care.
Cold sweat streamed down his back.
He felt as if every secret had been stripped bare in an instant.
For one terrifying moment,
he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
"Who… is it?!"
Disguised as the pharmacist's son in order to research a cure for the sun's effects,
the Demon King trembled uncontrollably.
That overwhelming feeling...
He hadn't felt it in years.
The last time was when Yoriichi Tsugikuni nearly killed him.
He had to retreat. He had to disappear.
Now!
The Demon King swiftly tore open a trapdoor and escaped into the underground tunnel he had long prepared.
He would not show his face again until he understood the nature of this sudden sun in the sky,
and the terrifying gaze that accompanied it.
Even if it took another hundred years.
This was the advantage of being the Demon King.
No matter what, he was the perfect immortal being—untouched by time or age.
Far away in a mountain forest, fields of wisteria bloomed in every direction.
Legend said that at night, flesh-eating demons would appear.
And wisteria flowers were their bane.
So in the world of Demon Slayer,
wisteria was a common and vital sight.
But this mountain was different.
At its deepest point lay the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps.
In an ancient courtyard,
a man scarred from head to toe, his body frail from sickness, slowly rose from his bed.
He walked into the yard and looked up at the golden light in the sky.
"Is this some kind of solar eclipse? It's... beautiful."
Cough cough...
"If only it were a real sun," he murmured. "Then there would be no more night. No more demons devouring humans in the dark."
Despite his frightening appearance,
the man's voice was gentle and calm.
This was Kagaya Ubuyashiki,
head of the Demon Slayer Corps—a family that had battled demons for centuries.
But his life was nearing its end.
His white-haired twin daughters, wearing vibrant floral-patterned robes, watched him nervously.
They rushed to support him.
"I'm fine," he said.
Even as pain racked his body, Kagaya's gentle expression never wavered.
No complaints. No bitterness.
He knew better than anyone that
the young Demon Slayers endured far worse than him.
Suddenly, something strange caught his eye.
A piece of pure black paper lay wedged in the cracks of the stone courtyard.
He frowned.
How could something so foreign appear in this meticulously clean garden?
But more than its presence,
it was the inexplicable feeling that disturbed him.
That paper radiated a strange pull,
as if whispering: pick me up.
"Hinaki, the wisteria—is it still blooming?"
Kagaya asked calmly.
"Yes, Father,"
the girls ran outside to check and returned relieved.
The flowers were in full bloom.
"That's good."
Kagaya bent down and picked up the strange black invitation.
[Invitation from the Game Merchant]
Function: Become a player in the Reincarnation Game
Note: Players of the Reincarnation Game have a chance to change their fate and fulfill their wishes. Whether it's resurrecting the dead, wealth beyond measure, overwhelming strength, or eternal life—it's all part of the prize.
Kagaya's eyes widened.
He coughed violently, blood trickling from his lips.
"Father!"
His daughters panicked. One ran for medicine, the other supported him.
"What a terrifying invitation,"
Kagaya muttered.
As leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, he would never act recklessly.
So he called for his son.
The boy soon arrived,
and upon hearing about the letter, was instantly alarmed.
"Father, this could be a trap! What if it's a Blood Demon Art from Muzan?"
He was young,
but well aware of the demons' cruel and deceptive methods.
A single wrong move could mean death.
"Our family's destiny is to destroy Muzan,"
Kagaya said softly.
"I won't deny the possibility that this is a trap,"
he added,
"but the golden sun we saw in the sky… and this letter's appearance at the same time… It could be a divine blessing."
"To miss this opportunity might mean missing our only chance to defeat Muzan."
"The children of the Demon Slayer Corps fight to their last breath.
As their leader, how could I fall behind?"
With a kind smile,
he looked at his son and said,
"I've told you all that I must. If I die, I hope you'll lead the Corps in my stead."
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