Shing!
The sword whistled, the sharp edge was already upon him!
Without giving the evil demon any chance to react or regenerate!
The first streak of residual light split the head!
The second streak of residual light was like a mincing storm, shuttling and cutting frantically within the narrow space at extreme speed!
Flesh walls, eyeballs, tentacles, floorboards, counters... everything within sight!
Whether it was the demon's flesh incarnation or the shop's original structure, everything shattered and exploded under these violent slashes!
Squelch! Sputter! Crash—!!!
Countless sounds mixed together, forming a symphony of destruction!
"Damn it! Damn it! Damned Demon Hunter, you're clearly not a Hashira! How can you be so strong!"
The demon wailed in pain, cursing constantly.
Moriyama Akira was dumbfounded.
Bro, seriously!
I knew you were fierce, but I didn't expect you to be this fxxking fierce!
"I don't want to hear the villain's dying lines! Shine (Die)!!!"
As Ryosuke's figure turned, the final slash of the Threefold whistled in!
"Eat this!"
Shing!
The last large chunk of flesh exploded under the violent lightning.
The demon wailed in agony and turned to ash.
The moment the Revolving Lantern (flashback) started, Ryosuke didn't even look and walked towards Moriyama Akira.
"Are you okay?"
"N-No, I'm fine."
Moriyama Akira shook his head dully.
Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Meng E who used mental attacks, this demon was much trickier.
Ryosuke won entirely thanks to the terrain advantage and the explosive speed of Thunder Breathing.
[Slayed End-tier Evil Demon, Blood Mire. Gained 5 years of lifespan. Current remaining lifespan: 13 years, 345 days.]
Enough!
Ten years of lifespan is enough!
Ryosuke screamed excitedly in his heart.
[Detected that Host has sufficient lifespan. Spend ten years of lifespan to cure the failing liver?]
"Confirm!"
Ryosuke gritted his teeth and nodded.
[Ten years of lifespan deducted. Host's remaining lifespan: 3 years, 345 days. Curing failing liver... Hee hee~]
That damned electronic voice still carried a gleeful lightness.
"Hee hee your grandfather..."
Ryosuke cursed the System again.
Damn it!
Ten years!
A whole ten years of lifespan!
This is the fruit of his blood and sweat from chopping countless "small breads" (demons)!
This broken System simply deserves to die! Shady beyond belief!
Hum!
Instantly, a warm current surged out.
It was like a sweet spring in early spring, carrying majestic vitality to wash through his limbs and bones, cleansing every exhausted meridian.
"Ugh!"
Ryosuke grunted, instinctively straightening his back.
That warm current finally gathered, settled, and took root under his right ribs!
That was once the location of the lesion emitting dull pain and the aura of failure.
But now, the original heaviness disappeared!
Ryosuke felt like he had unloaded shackles he had carried for years; his body had never been so light.
Every breath became incredibly smooth, no longer stagnant. Strength surged in his blood vessels, full of unprecedented vitality.
He couldn't help but clench his fist hard, his knuckles making a crisp crack sound.
Strength! Incredibly abundant strength!
This feeling... is fxxking nice!
"Ryo... Ryosuke-san?"
Moriyama Akira called him, his voice carrying a trace of fearful accusation. "You... you kicked me in on purpose just now, didn't you?"
"Otherwise?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, his tone begging for a beating: "Wait for this ghost thing to turn the whole street into a buffet?"
"Someone had to lure him, make him think the prey took the bait so I could sneak attack. Look how effective it was."
Ryosuke spread his hands and shrugged.
Moriyama Akira looked at the mess around him and choked, his voice filled with grievance and lingering fear.
"But... but you almost killed me! That ghost thing almost squeezed me into meat paste! I thought you..."
"Alright, cut the crap."
Ryosuke interrupted his indignant accusation: "You won't die. Let's find a place to clean up; this smell is going to spoil my new liver."
Moriyama Akira was rendered speechless by his righteous attitude, and finally could only hang his head and follow behind dejectedly.
The remaining lights of Yamagata Prefecture flickered in the night.
The two found a simple izakaya that hadn't closed yet. Under the owner's slightly terrified gaze, they asked for hot water and cloths to simply wipe off the filth on their bodies.
Ryosuke specially bought a pot of the cheapest doburoku (unrefined sake).
When the ceramic bowl was placed in front of him, Ryosuke looked at the turbid liquid swaying slightly in the bowl, dazed for a moment.
In his previous life, he was still that obscure otaku corporate slave.
Life was unsatisfactory nine times out of ten. Ryosuke would occasionally buy a few cans of cold beer to go with takeout, numbing his nerves with alcohol in the dim light of his rental room's screen.
There was no helping it; life just likes to force itself on you.
If you can't resist, you can only obediently enjoy it.
If you don't have some vices, you really can't survive.
After transmigrating to this world, from the moment he opened his eyes, the shadow of death had been like a maggot in his bones.
This broken body carried decay even in its breathing.
Alcohol? That was an absolute taboo, don't even think about it.
But now...
Ryosuke raised the bowl and took a huge gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
The spicy liquid washed down his throat, choking Ryosuke into coughing.
The wine of this era was naturally not comparable to modern times; the production process was rough, and it was very strong.
"Pfft!"
Moriyama Akira couldn't help laughing out loud: "Ryosuke-san, 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 liquor, his grievance and fear were washed away by the alcohol, completely transforming into a torrent of desire to confide.
"Ryosuke-san, you don't know!"
He slapped the table, his tongue tied: "When that ghost thing's tentacles wrapped around me, the strength was scary!"
"My mind went blank, thinking it was over, it was over. I haven't married a wife yet, haven't taken care of Master in his old age... I thought you were really going to sell me out! My heart went cold!"
Ryosuke didn't answer, just smiled.
Moriyama Akira burped, his eyes red, and his voice choked up.
"As a result... as a result, you rushed in! That lightning... swish swish swish! Like chopping melons and vegetables!"
"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't leave me alone! Ryosuke-san! You'd protect me even at the risk of your life, right? I knew it! Sob..."
He got more excited as he spoke, and finally started wiping away tears.
This was obviously alcohol amplifying his emotions, taking Ryosuke's "You won't die" as a promise of life and death.
Ryosuke's hand holding the porcelain bowl paused. Looking at the guy in front of him who was moved to a mess, the corner of his mouth twitched.
He wanted to say:
"You're overthinking it. It's purely because your top-tier luck buff is too heaven-defying. Even the King of Hell would shake his head looking at it; it's hard for you to die even if you wanted to."
But looking at Moriyama Akira's silly look, Ryosuke swallowed the words back.
Forget it, let the misunderstanding be. Saves the trouble of explaining.
But this silence became a tacit admission in Moriyama Akira's eyes.
"Ryosuke-san! From now on, you are my biological brother! Climbing a mountain of knives or plunging into a sea of fire, if I, Moriyama Akira, frown even once, I'm not a man!"