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A loud roar and the earth-shattering shaking woke Kilo from his coma.
—What happened?
The next moment, Kilo, whose consciousness was hazy, suddenly jolted awake, alertly opening his eyes and rolling up from the ground.
No, wasn't he fighting the Demon King, Kibutsuji Muzan?!
Why would he be unconscious?!
Kibutsuji Muzan, the nightmare haunting the hearts of all Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, the progenitor of all demons.
Today was the day of the final battle between the Demon Slayer Corps and Kibutsuji Muzan. Kilo, who had mastered all Breathing Techniques and was known as the strongest Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps in nearly a hundred years, was undoubtedly the core force against Kibutsuji Muzan.
But he had fallen unconscious?!
There was no time to investigate the cause of his coma; the priority was to support the various Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps!
Kilo's right hand instinctively reached for the hilt at his waist, but the next moment, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The last image in his memory flashed through his mind.
He had brandished his blazing red nichirin blade and personally slashed through all five of Muzan's brains and seven hearts before cleanly severing Muzan's neck.
In that case, could it be that Muzan had already been killed by him?
Right, Kilo remembered!
The entire Demon Slayer Corps had activated their Patterns and fought fiercely against the demons led by Muzan for an entire night.
And Kilo, as the strongest Hashira, paid the price of burning his life's potential to finally hold out until sunrise and completely annihilate Muzan.
After he delivered the final blow that completely ended Muzan's life, he felt a warm current, and then his vision went black as he fell into a coma.
So now...?
Kilo suddenly frowned. Ever since he mastered Sun Breathing, he had never felt such weakness in his body again.
But now...
He belatedly looked at himself; the arms that he remembered having distinct muscle lines had become slender and weak, clearly the shape of a child's!
Just as Kilo was confused, a sudden burst of intense cannon fire interrupted his thoughts.
He observed his surroundings; he was actually on a large sailing ship, and the surrounding deck was crowded with civilians carrying bundles of all sizes.
They were anxious and uneasy, looking at the island behind the ship with faces full of terror.
Kilo followed the crowd's gaze toward the island, but when he saw the situation clearly, his pupils suddenly constricted.
A lush forest surrounded a towering giant tree that reached the sky, its umbrella-like canopy of shade almost covering the entire island. There were scattered buildings and many shops on the streets, all signs that people lived on the island.
But now...
Intense shells filling the sky suddenly tore the island's tranquility to shreds.
Ancient, towering trees collapsed under the roar of the bombardment, and those buildings full of the atmosphere of life were reduced to ruins in the successive shelling.
Astonishment and shock had just appeared on Kilo's face, but his expression suddenly froze in the next instant.
He saw several civilians who had just fled in panic from their houses, only to be swallowed by the merciless cannon fire in the next second, blown to pieces amidst the dust and smoke kicked up by the explosions.
As his gaze extended, such tragedies were happening all over this island that was being continuously bombarded.
His black pupils reflected the horrific bombardment on the island. Kilo suddenly looked toward the source of the shelling and saw blue and white warships flying flags with the word "Justice" on them, continuously pouring fire onto the island.
Looking at the familiar style of the warships and catching sight of the giant tree slowly toppling in the cannon fire, Kilo's heart skipped a beat.
The Tree of Knowledge?!
Quickly snatching up a newspaper lying haphazardly on the deck, he found the answer he wanted in the top left corner of the paper.
"Sea Calendar, Year 1500."
Sea Calendar?!
Could it be... I've transmigrated again??!
From the world of Demon Slayer, transmigrated once again into the world of the Pirate King?!
Several black lines appeared on Kilo's head. He had never heard of such a thing, yet he didn't expect it to happen to him.
But there was clearly no time for him to think further, because right now, a larger crisis was waiting for him to solve.
He had an impression of this scene: the notorious Ohara Incident in pirate history!
And it seemed that the Ohara scholars and the Gorosei had already reached an impasse; it had come to the final stage of the Marines completely annihilating Ohara!
Suddenly, the deck shook, and the sailing ship under his feet, filled with fleeing people, gradually began to sail away from Ohara, which was being covered by cannon fire.
Kilo's expression gradually turned grim.
Isn't the ship right now the very refugee ship that is about to be ordered to be sunk by Akainu?!
His heart sank, and Kilo realized he had to do something! If he continued to stay on this refugee ship, only death awaited him!
But his current physical body was so weak; if he had the physique from the Demon Slayer World, he would have the confidence to escape from this disaster.
But this body, which was probably only eleven or twelve years old and hadn't been trained yet...
Feeling the sense of weakness coming from his body, Kilo gritted his teeth.
How is it that he just finished fighting Muzan, and now he's faced with an even more difficult hellish start?!
What should he do?!
With no way out, Kilo leaped through the crowded refugees. When he glanced at the bewildered refugees from the corner of his eye, he sighed imperceptibly.
He could probably barely protect himself now, let alone save these unarmed refugees.
"Hey, kid! The ship has already set sail; if you get off now, you won't be able to get back on!"
Ignoring everyone's surprised looks, Kilo jumped off the refugee ship and quickly swam to a beach on Ohara.
At this time, Ohara had fallen into total chaos, with cannon fire and soldiers everywhere.
Over a dozen Marine squads armed with muskets were wreaking wanton destruction in the towns, and not far away, the corpses of many Archaeologists were already piled up at the entrance of the Ohara Library.
Enduring the discomfort in his lungs caused by running at high speed, Kilo ran with his head down, narrowly avoiding a searching Marine squad while his brain worked rapidly to find a way to break through.
What to do?
Kilo was unwilling to die on this island just after transmigrating.
He called out to his Golden Finger in his heart, and that familiar cold voice sounded.
[proficiency panel Upgrading]
"Why does it have to be at a time like this!"
Kilo's brow twitched violently.
He vaguely remembered that the warm current after killing Muzan seemed to have flowed into the Golden Finger panel.
Maybe it's related to the panel's upgrade?
It seemed he couldn't count on the panel. Kilo gritted his teeth tightly and rushed out of the beach.
Before he could get very far, a loud roar came from behind him. Looking back, the refugee ship he had just been on was already gradually sinking into the sea under the cover of cannon fire.
Damn it!
He had almost narrowly brushed past death!
Turning around, Kilo continued his flight, catching sight of a warship out of the corner of his eye and seeing a crimson figure standing on the bow wearing a greatcoat.
He froze, and then chilling killing intent appeared in his eyes.
Akainu!!!
In the original story, it was Akainu who ordered the refugee ship he was just on to be sunk!
Silently etching the grudge of Akainu nearly causing his death into his heart, Kilo began to observe the Marines searching for survivors.
At this time, the Marines searching on the island moved in squads, each consisting of five people and led by a Marine officer.
Currently, Kilo's physique was weak and he had no handy weapon. In this situation, a head-on confrontation was clearly unwise; he had better avoid these armed soldiers.
However, as Kilo groped his way toward more remote areas, the places he passed through were all filled with Marines searching for survivors.
Under this intensity of searching, it was almost impossible to find a place to hide.
A few drops of cold sweat flowed from Kilo's forehead.
Was he going to die here?
Is there any other way to escape from here!?
Escape from here...
Recalling the various details of the Ohara destruction incident in the original story, Kilo's eyes suddenly widened.
A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
If he could follow the path created by Aokiji for Robin to escape, he might be able to escape from the about-to-sink Ohara just like Robin did in the original story!
Kilo looked as far as he could and indeed found the giant Vice Admiral Sauron, who had been frozen by Aokiji on the beach in the distance.
Good!!!
Kilo was delighted. As long as he followed this route and found that ice path, he still had a slim chance of survival!
Just as Kilo was preparing to head toward the giant, a needle-like sensation suddenly came from his chest.
Kilo's pupils constricted, and he lunged forward almost without thinking.
Squelch!
A spray of blood splattered, and Kilo immediately felt a stabbing pain in his left arm.
He didn't check the wound immediately but instead looked grim, turning around and standing up.
As he raised his gaze, several figures in white uniforms holding swords appeared in his sight.
The leader among them was holding a musket, with gunpowder smoke slowly rising from its muzzle.
"Captain Edge, you even missed this shot?!"
"My accuracy needs some improvement, hahaha!"
Their conspicuous white uniforms were printed with a seagull carrying a pair of scales.
It was an entire Marine squad searching for survivors!
The Marine squad in front of him had clearly set their sights on him.
Kilo's heart sank to the bottom.
The thing he least wanted to see had finally happened.