Swoosh!
The blade's whistle rang out, its edge already close!
It gave the evil demon no chance to react or regenerate!
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The first streak of lightning flash split its head open!
The second afterimage was like a meat-grinding storm, tearing and slicing madly at an extremely high speed within the narrow space!
Flesh walls, eyeballs, tentacles, floor, counter... everything within sight!
Whether it was the evil demon's fleshly incarnation or the original structure of the shop, everything shattered and burst open under this violent assault!
Splatter! Gurgle! Crash—!!!
Countless sounds mixed together, forming a symphony of destruction!
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn you, Demon Slayer, you're clearly not a Pillar! How can you be so strong!"
The evil demon wailed in agony, cursing incessantly.
Moriyama Akira was stunned.
No way, buddy!
I knew you were fierce, but I didn't expect you to be *this* fierce!
"I don't want to hear the villain's dying words! Die!!!"
As Ryosuke's figure spun, the last of the three consecutive slashes whistled in!
"Take this!"
Swoosh!
The last large chunk of flesh exploded under the furious lightning.
The evil demon wailed in pain, turning into ash.
The moment the evil demon's life flashed before its eyes, Ryosuke didn't even look at it, walking towards Moriyama Akira.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm... I'm fine."
Moriyama Akira shook his head blankly.
Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Yumee, who specialized in mental attacks, this evil demon was more troublesome.
Ryosuke's victory was entirely due to the advantage of the terrain and the explosive speed of Thunder Breathing.
"Killed Final Stage Evil Demon, Blood Rot. Gained 5 years of lifespan. Current remaining lifespan: 13 years and 345 days."
That's enough!
Ten years of lifespan is enough!
Ryosuke cheered in his heart.
"Detected that host's lifespan is sufficient. Would you like to spend ten years of lifespan to treat the failing liver?"
"Confirm!"
Ryosuke gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Ten years of lifespan has been deducted. host's remaining lifespan is 3 years and 345 days. Failing liver is being healed ~ Hee hee ~"
That damned electronic voice still carried a schadenfreude-filled lightness.
"Hee your grandpa..."
Ryosuke cursed the system again.
Damn it!
Ten years!
A whole ten years of lifespan!
This was the result of his blood, sweat, and countless small bread he had cut!
This broken system was simply despicable! Unbelievably evil!
Buzz!
Instantly, a warm current surged out.
It was like a sweet spring in early spring, rushing through his limbs and bones with surging vitality, cleansing every tired meridian.
"Ugh!"
Ryosuke grunted, instinctively straightening his back.
That warm current finally converged, settled, and took root beneath his right ribs!
That was once the site of dull pain and the aura of decay.
But now, the previous heaviness was gone!
Ryosuke felt as if he had shed shackles he had carried for years; his body was lighter than ever before.
Every breath became incredibly smooth, no longer feeling sluggish, and power surged through his blood vessels, filled with unprecedented vitality.
He couldn't help but clench his fists forcefully, his knuckles making a crisp "crack" sound.
Power! Incredibly abundant power!
This feeling... it was damn good!
"Ryo... Mr. Ryosuke?"
Moriyama Akira called out to him, with a hint of lingering fear and accusation, "You... you deliberately kicked me in there, didn't you?"
"What else?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, his tone smug: "Were we supposed to wait for this demonic thing to turn the entire street into a buffet?"
"Someone had to lure him, make him think the prey was hooked, and then I'd ambush. See how well it worked."
Ryosuke spread his hands and shrugged.
Moriyama Akira choked, looking at the mess around them, his voice filled with grievance and lingering fear.
"But... but you almost got me killed! That demonic thing almost squeezed me into a paste! I thought you..."
"Alright, less nonsense."
Ryosuke cut off his indignant accusation: "You won't die. Let's find a place to clean up; this smell is going to ruin my new liver."
Moriyama Akira was speechless by his righteous attitude, and in the end, he could only follow behind dejectedly.
The remaining lights of Yamagata Prefecture flickered in the night.
The two found a simple izakaya that hadn't closed yet, and under the slightly terrified gaze of the owner, they asked for hot water and cloths to simply wipe off the grime on their bodies.
Ryosuke specifically bought a flask of the cheapest cloudy sake.
When the ceramic bowl was brought before him, Ryosuke looked at the slightly swirling turbid liquid in the bowl and had a moment of trance.
In his previous life, he was still that unnoticed, shut-in corporate drone.
Life was mostly unsatisfactory, and Ryosuke would occasionally buy a few cans of ice-cold beer, paired with takeout, numbing his nerves with alcohol in the dim screen light of his rented room.
There was no other way; life, you know, always liked to be forceful.
If you couldn't resist, you could only obediently enjoy it.
If he didn't have some bad habits, he really couldn't have survived.
Transmigrating to this world, from the moment he opened his eyes, the shadow of death clung to him like a maggot in the bone.
This dilapidated body even breathed with decay.
Alcohol? That was an absolute taboo; don't even think about it.
But now... Ryosuke picked up the bowl and took a big gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
The spicy liquid scoured his throat, making Ryosuke cough.
The alcohol of this era was naturally not like modern alcohol; the production process was crude, and it was very strong.
"Pfft!"
Moriyama Akira couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Ryosuke, is this your first time drinking?"
Ryosuke ignored him and took another gulp.
Moriyama Akira also poured himself a bowl, trying to calm his nerves.
After a few bowls of strong sake, his grievances and lingering fear, washed away by the alcohol, completely transformed into an endless desire to confide.
"Mr. Ryosuke, you just don't know!"
He slammed the table, his tongue tied: "When that demonic thing's tentacles wrapped around me, it was terrifyingly strong!"
"My mind went blank, thinking, 'It's over, it's over. I haven't married, I haven't taken care of my master in his old age...' I even thought you were really going to sell me out! My heart was completely cold!"
Ryosuke didn't respond, just smiled.
Moriyama Akira burped, his eyes red, and his voice choked.
"Then... then you rushed in! That lightning flash... swish, swish, swish! Like cutting melons and vegetables!"
"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Mr. Ryosuke! You'd protect me even if it killed you, right? I knew it! Waaah..."
The more he spoke, the more emotional he became, finally even wiping away tears.
This was clearly alcohol amplifying his emotions, making him mistake Ryosuke's "You won't die" for a promise of life-and-death commitment.
Ryosuke's hand, holding the ceramic bowl, paused. He looked at the utterly moved guy in front of him, his mouth twitching.
He wanted to say:
"You're overthinking it. It's purely because your top-tier luck buff is too heaven-defying; even King Yama would shake his head and find it hard to die."
But looking at Moriyama Akira's foolish expression, Ryosuke swallowed the words he was about to say.
Never mind, let him misunderstand. It saves the trouble of explaining.
And at this moment, Ryosuke's silence became an affirmation in Moriyama Akira's eyes.
"Mr. Ryosuke! From now on, you're my sworn brother! Through hell and high water, if I, Moriyama Akira, so much as frown, I'm not a human!"
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