Chapter 158 Behead!
After death everything is chaos.

There is no light, no direction, nothing can be felt, nothing can be touched.

However, in this darkness, Su Beixun was unexpectedly able to see some things.

The twisted words formed sentences line by line in front of my eyes, flying around in a disorderly and wantonly, but I could understand their meaning.

[When the world is completely changed and new rules are integrated into the old order, everything will develop completely differently because of you. ]

[The believers hold high your banner and spread your will! The enemies will follow your footsteps and resist the torrent you stir up. ]

[You have proved to everyone that you have the power to rewrite the entire reality! ]

[Congratulations! You have gained a new trait - Reality! ]

really interesting.

Su Beixun narrowed his eyes and developed an extremely strong desire for these words!

Suppressing his restless heart, he continued to look at the font below.

[Please select the skill you want to engrave. ]

The things I learned in the Conan world unfolded before my eyes one by one - master of disguise, master of guns, master of fighting, master of computers, master of hypnosis, master of bombs.
To be honest, Su Beixun thought that none of these skills needed to be [Engraved]. [Engraving] allows skills to transcend the limitations of the world and be used anywhere.

For example, if you learn magic and [Engrave] it, you can still cast fireballs even in a world without magic. However, the skills learned in the Conan world don't seem to be restricted by the world.

After thinking about it casually, he chose the [Hypnosis] that he felt was most useful to engrave.

【Name: Su Beixun】

【Sex: Male】

[Age: Not yet born]

【Talent: MAX learning ability】

[Features (Note 1) — Disaster; Reality]

[Disaster: You are very sensitive to disasters. Whenever you are about to face misfortune, you will issue a warning depending on the severity of the crisis. When this misfortune threatens your life, you will see the cause of your misfortune; at the same time, you will bring misfortune and disaster to others.]

[Reality: The world is like a toy in your hand, you can rewrite any fact you hate. But facing this kind of power, can you really afford the price? ]

[Rank (Note 2): Ordinary human]

[Engraved Skill (Note 3): Hypnosis]

[Bound Item/Creature (Note 4): None]

【Learning skills (skills acquired through self-study) (Note 5):
Conan World - Master of Guns; Master of Fighting; Master of Computers; Master of Hypnosis; Master of Bombs.
Demon World - None]

[Personal space (cannot hold living things) (Note 6): None]

[World Travel: Temporarily unavailable (unlock after completing world goals)]

[Current World——Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba]

[World Introduction: Knives collide with knives, people and ghosts kill each other! In this black and white world, there is no room for tender understanding! Either cut in or eat everything! ]

[World Goal (generated by the host's own ideas, not specified, and cannot be changed after generation) - None]

[Target Introduction: None]

[Note 1: Due to the power of reality, it is no longer possible to obtain it. From now on, the acquisition will be changed to reducing the cost of use. ]

【Note 2: Each time you leave the current world, you will select and solidify yourself according to your own rank and ability.】

[Note 3: After completing each world goal, you can select one of the learned skills to engrave; engraved skills can be used in any world.]

【Note 4: The method of acquisition is unknown; bound items/organisms can travel through the world with the host.】

[Note 5: After traveling through the world, whether the learned skills can still be used is determined by the world's compatibility.]

【Note 6: Every time you travel through the world, all items in your portable space will be cleared.】

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January 1898, 1, the winter of Meiji 13.

Three consecutive days of heavy snow weighed down the bare branches, and the biting wind blew away the greenery, making the earth pale.

And in a small village at the foot of an unknown mountain, a baby with red eyes was born in this bitter cold.

Mizutani Shintaki, who became a father for the first time, hugged his first child and held his wife's pale hand with heartache.

He looked at the wooden windows banging in the cold wind, thought for a moment, and named his son Dongci.

In the father's view, it is not surprising that the baby was born safely without a midwife, which was a gift from God.

Time passes day by day.

In this season when even adults find it difficult to tuck in children, Dong Ci, just like his name, tenaciously survived the first winter of his life.

When spring struggled to defeat the ice and snow and emerged from the cold earth, Mizutani Shintaki finally put aside his worries about his son's death.

So he went to plant this year's crops, leaving his wife Mizutani Oto at home to take care of the children.

However, when Mizutani Otoko, who had sought parenting advice from other neighbors, was ready to take action, she was surprised to find that the child was surprisingly well-behaved.

He always kept his scarlet eyes open, looking around, never crying or making a fuss, even when he was peeing or being fed, he was quiet.

Mizutani Yin was originally worried about whether the child had intellectual disabilities, but after Dongci started talking at the age of one, she could only attribute everything to personality problems.

However, she was relieved that Dong Ci did not become as withdrawn as she had imagined as he grew up. He loved to laugh, was cheerful, and was very sensible.

The Mizutani couple loved the child very much.

Year after year.

When Dongci was not even three years old, a new member was added to the family.

The Mizutani couple gave birth to their second son and, looking at the cooking fire, named him after the deficit.

Compared to the eldest son, the second son's personality was undoubtedly much more normal, he was either sleeping or crying, which made the Mizutani couple very upset and inevitably took away most of their attention.

Dong Ci would take advantage of this time to walk around the village with his short legs. Although the Shui Gu couple were worried at first, they let him go because they saw that he could come back before dark every day.

The wheat in the fields was harvested one after another.

Dong Ci is getting older.

Although he hasn't fully grown yet, one can already tell from his eyebrows and eyes that he will look outstanding when he grows up.

A fat lady in the village even came to their house specially, and after taking a look, she brought a bunch of gifts with satisfaction and verbally arranged an engagement for the children with the Mizutani couple.

Time flies.

When Dongci was five years old, the third child in the family was born.

Although money is not abundant, in this age where population equals productivity, having more children is a common choice for poor families.

The third child was named Falcon, which was the idea of ​​Mizutani Shintaki after he saw an eagle. It was also a boy.

In order to supplement the family income, Mizutani Yin started to take on some laundry work, and the aging Dong Ci followed suit to help out.

Another two years passed.

When Dongci was seven years old, he would go to the forest behind the village to pick up some branches and firewood. In addition to using them for cooking and burning, he would also save some and wait until the slack season to transport them to the town on the other side of the mountain through Mizutani Shintaki to sell them.

But even so, as the children grew older, the gap in expenses seemed to never be filled, and life became increasingly difficult.

But all this has nothing to do with Dong Ci!

He lived off the land, and when he was picking up dead branches, he could always find some meat nearby, sometimes rabbits, sometimes snakes.

If he harvests enough on a certain day, he will occasionally bring some home.

Therefore, whenever he came back from the mountains, Chi would run over eagerly and look at the bamboo basket behind him. He also refused Dong Ci's direct advice, and insisted on searching inside it himself, just like a lottery.

The days passed by in such a dull manner.

When snowflakes were falling again, Chi, who was already six years old, called out to Dongci, who was dressed neatly and carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

"Brother, it's snowing, are you still going into the mountains?"

"There's nothing we can do. The firewood at home is almost gone."

"Then I'll go with you!"

“No need.” Dong Ci, who was wearing a bamboo hat, shrugged his shoulders and turned back to pat his brother’s head: “You just stay here and take care of our sick parents.”

Chi thought of his parents who had a fever a few days ago and his younger brother who needed care, so he could only nod helplessly and watch him leave with worry.

I shouted at his back, "Brother! Be careful, the road is slippery!"

Dong Ci waved at him.

The road up the mountain was covered with snow, and the freezing wind at night made it difficult to walk. Dong Ci bent down to lower his center of gravity, and finally reached a flat area.

The fallen branches were buried under the snow, making them difficult to find. It would have been easier to chop them from the treetops with an axe.

But Dong Ci did not do so. He broke off a branch, threw it into the air, and then walked along the direction where it landed, and easily caught a fat rabbit.

He skinned and bled the beast skillfully, found a sheltered spot, and then took out a solidified burning bonfire from the space.

Slowly, the smell of barbecue spread out.

As he took in nutrients, he felt the strength of his body. In the eight years since he was born in this world, he had never tried any special breathing techniques, just to wait for his body to mature.

Although the damage is not necessarily serious now, after using the weak body in the previous world, he doesn't mind being more patient. Anyway, [Disaster] can ensure that he stays alive.

After doing some simple exercises and seeing that the sky was getting dark, he walked down the mountain carrying an empty bamboo basket, and stuffed the firewood that had accumulated in the space in the autumn into it.

Winter nights come swiftly.

When Dong Ci left the forest, the outside world was pitch dark.

A faint yellow light was coming from afar - in an age where people are used to going to bed at sunset, only the Mito family, who were waiting for their family to return, still had lights on.

Dong Ci put his hand on the wooden door and was about to push it open.

Suddenly, a slight shudder came from my heart!
He tilted his head, withdrew his hand, and turned away.

"It's getting dark! Where are you going, little friend?"

With a creaking sound, the old wooden door left traces of opening and closing on the snow. In the brighter light, a hoarse voice was heard.

Dong Ci sighed and turned around silently.

Next to the gate of the Mito family, there stood a tall man. He was very tall, at least two meters tall, with his arms draped uncoordinatedly on the ground, his skin was pale, and under his messy yellow hair, one could faintly see green eyes.

Without a doubt, it is an evil ghost!
……

Thousands of years ago, a young man with a terminal illness killed the kind doctor who treated him to vent his anger. Because the medicine was ineffective, he turned into an immortal monster who loved to eat human flesh.

In order to overcome his fear of sunlight, he looked up the prescription left by the doctor and understood the important role of "Blue Spider Lily".

In order to find this medicinal herb, he distributed his blood to other humans, creating a group of monsters identical to himself, called ghosts.

And the young man named Muzan Kibutsuji was dubbed the Demon King!
……

Dong Ci glanced at the man's right hand. There was an unconscious child in his arms - the youngest child of the Mizutani family, Mizutani Shun.

"Hehe, this is your brother, right?"

The man noticed his gaze and smiled playfully. He stretched out his left hand, grabbed the child's arm... and twisted it hard!
CRACK!!!

With a bone fracture that made one's teeth ache, Mizutani Shun's arm was torn off abruptly! The huge pain made the unconscious child scream, but he immediately rolled his eyes and lost consciousness again.

"I ate your own brother here...will you be angry?"

The man had a nervous expression and kept laughing strangely.

"Hey Hey Hey……"

The corners of his mouth widened wider and wider, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the white bone stump of the broken arm. He opened his mouth wide and tore the twisted flesh and blood fiercely.

He swallowed the flesh one by one, blood spilled from his lips and dripped into the white snow. The man rubbed the bones with broken flesh against his face in a sick manner, and then bit his bloody fingers in ecstasy.

"As expected! As expected!"

"The tender flesh and blood of a child... is the most delicious thing in the world!!"

Dong Ci looked at this disgusting scene calmly, without any emotion: "If you are full, then go away."

The man's grinning expression suddenly froze. He doubted whether he had heard something wrong and looked at him in disbelief: "What... did you say?" "I said, if you are full, get out of here." Dong Ci repeated with a smile.

"you……"

The man looked at the child inexplicably, but in an instant he met his indifferent gaze. There was no anger, no sadness, just a hint of undisguised disdain.

"Ha ha……"

"Hahaha!"

The man was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

He threw away the unconscious child in his hands and kept licking his lips with his scarlet tongue.

"Little brat! I like the look in your eyes! Of all the people I've eaten, you're the coldest-blooded one I've ever seen!"

His saliva dripped little by little, forming disgusting threads: "I really want to dig out your heart... and taste it to see if there is any difference!"

The man stepped out of the house slowly, greedily scanning every inch of the child's skin.

Dong Ci sighed, took off the bamboo basket on his back, and took out the axe for chopping wood from it.

"You know... I never like to waste time on boring things."

"There are so many things worth pursuing in this world. Being bogged down by garbage will only waste my precious life."

The silver-white axe blade reflected the scarlet pupils and the curved corners of the mouth.

"And you! To me! You are just a boring thing with no outstanding features!"

Dong Ci sneered and raised his head. The strong wind with the smell of blood blew his hair away! Five slender fingers were already in front of him, closing over his head!

Quite an awkward move!
Dong Ci jumped back and dodged, facing the empty hand in front of him, he swung the axe sideways and chopped at the man's wrist.

The pale flesh showed amazing toughness. The axe blade sank only three inches before being blocked by the flesh.

Dong Ci did not stop either. He lifted the axe handle, stepped closer before the man's other hand swept over, and then swept the axe at the man's waist and abdomen!
The flesh was cut open with a dull resistance, and smelly blood poured down on the head!
The man wailed loudly!
But just when Dong Ci was pursuing the victory, the long and narrow arm, which should have been unfavorable for defense, suddenly lashed into his arms like a soft whip!
Dong Ci's eyebrows jumped, and he quickly bent down halfway through the chopping action, and did a split on the snow. After dodging, he took advantage of the opponent's distraction and rolled away.

"Huh?" The man's wailing stopped instantly, and his eyes widened in surprise: "You actually reacted?"

Dong Ci stood up calmly and shook off the snow on his body: "So that's how it is, the appearance is just a trap."

"Yes!"

The man looked at the child with an increasingly eager and greedy look, and his saliva couldn't stop flowing.

"Many members of the Demon Slayer Corps saw these two arms and arrogantly thought that close combat was my weakness... But what happened? They all had their heads blown up for no apparent reason!"

He no longer hid, and his slender arms made waves in the air like ribbons.

"Little devil! Don't even think that anyone will come to save you. My blood magic can block all movement within a certain range! Whether it's sound or smell."

"No one will discover this place before dawn!"

"...So confident." Dong Ci tilted his head, threw the axe in his hand into the air, and stared at the wound on his abdomen.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're not the type that has skin reinforcement for defense. Apart from those two arms, your body's toughness is not much different from that of an ordinary person."

The man put his five fingers together and thrust his two arms forward like javelins: "Then! What! is! happening!"

Dong Ci jumped sideways and pulled away.

He swung the axe in his hand violently, and it chopped into the man's shoulder blade as it spun!
Along with a crisp sound of bone fracture, the swift left arm suddenly felt sore, and after a tremor, it fell to the ground weakly!

"What?!" the man was shocked.

"So what? Haha, a ghost like you really doesn't have a completely different body structure from humans. If your humeral head is broken, you still can't lift your arm."

Dong Ci took out another axe from the space and looked uninterested: "With your level, it's no wonder that the warning is so weak."

"...Damn it!" The man didn't want to listen to him.

With a roar, he was about to wrap his right hand around the axe handle to pull it out, but the second axe hit him hard on the shoulder again.

"Ah——!" This time the man's scream was genuine. The panic after losing his weapon made him retreat quickly.

After getting a distance away, he immediately stretched his neck, bit the handle, and swung the axe on his shoulder away!
The sticky blood gushed out wildly.

He turned around to look at the boy opposite him who shocked him, but found that he was just standing there without taking any further action.

[This is... no more axes?! ]

The man was stunned, then he was happy, and no longer anxious. He gritted his teeth and stared at Dong Ci, intending to savor it bite by bite after he recovered!

After an unknown amount of time, the man raised his arm again and smashed it towards the boy as if to vent his anger!

"Three minutes?"

Dong Ci wrote down the data and sighed softly.

"His strength is average, his speed is not good, his defense is poor, and even his regeneration ability is not very good..."

He dodged all the whip shadows as nimbly as a butterfly flying through flowers, stood with his hands folded in the middle of the hollow ground, raised his head and smiled gently.

"I will definitely win this battle!"

……

Half an hour later.

The noise disappeared.

Dong Ci buried the man's five bodies in different pits, and then pierced his head, which was cursing madly, with a sharp wooden branch, and fixed it in a place where it could be exposed to sunlight.

Then he walked into the house filled with the smell of blood.

The Mizutani couple had their eyes wide open, and there was a large hole in their chest that was clear from front to back. They lay on the bed with a dazed look on their faces.

The stove collapsed into ruins, and the broken cabinets were piled up in the corner. Chi closed his eyes and half of his body was buried in it.

Dongci stepped over the broken wooden board and came to the secret compartment where Mito's family hid their money. He opened it and took out all the coins inside.

——He doesn't plan to stay here anymore!

The man's blood demon art has disappeared, and the abnormality here will soon be discovered by the village. Then the Demon Slayer Corps will definitely rush here tomorrow morning at the latest.

Dong Ci didn't want to deal with them. He knew the principle of the breathing method very well. With his [talent], he didn't need to be a member of the Demon Slayer Corps to get started.

Being restrained by others and having to accept orders to slay demons everywhere is not worth it just for the sake of having more Sun Blades.

Dongci walked absentmindedly around the ruins.

I was thinking about staying there for a while, and then looking for a way to turn into a ghost after I mastered the breathing method and gained a certain level of strength...

But suddenly!
A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle!

Dong Ci was stunned and lowered his head.

"You're still alive... Chi!"

“…Big…Big Brother.”

Chi shouted weakly and tried to open his eyes: "Is that monster... gone?"

He squeezed air out of his worn-out lungs and smiled at the safe and sound Dong Ci: "You're okay... That's great."

One of Chi's eyes disappeared, leaving only a dark hole under his eyelid... It must be that the man dug out one of his eyes and threw him away, causing this hole to collapse.

Seeing that his elder brother did not answer, Chi asked again with difficulty: "Falcon... Is Falcon still alive?"

"Ah~"

Dong Ci turned his head to look at the boy with a broken arm who was unconscious beside him: "He should still be alive."

"……That's good……"

Chi showed a relaxed look, as if he had let go of a worry, and closed his eyes again: "Take the falcon and run away quickly, big brother... my leg is broken... you don't have to worry about me."

But Dongci looked at him with interest, and suddenly smiled softly: "I refuse."

what?
Chi opened his eyes again in astonishment: "Brother, you..."

Dong Ci squatted down and gently rubbed his head, as if he was worried about his injury, but the words he said were extremely cold: "I don't want to carry a broken-armed kid around as a burden."

"A burden... Falcon is a burden..."

Chi murmured in disbelief, and with some strength he raised his neck and said angrily: "Are you kidding me?! He is your brother! Aren't we family? How can you say that?!"

"Family?" Dong Ci supported his chin with his palm.

"But for me, the Mizutani family is just a temporary resting place before my body fully develops. It's like a hotel where you stay when you travel. No matter who you meet, they are just unimportant people."

Unimportant people...

Chi's hand that was pinching his ankle suddenly tightened: "You... you bastard! Aren't mom and dad important to you?!"

Dong Ci didn't answer, but just chuckled, picked up a piece of gravel from the side, and smashed it hard on Chi's wrist!
Chi forced a groan out of his throat, but he clenched his teeth and showed no intention of loosening his grip.

Once...once...and again.

Only when Chi's wrist was completely broken did Dong Ci throw away the bloodstained stone, stand up calmly, and walk out the door.

"Mizutani Dongci!" Chi's crazy roar with a crying voice came from behind: "I won't let you go! I swear! I will never let you go!"

"Then you have to survive tonight."

The child leaned on the door sill, turned his head and looked at his blood brother, and arched his eyebrows: "If fate favors you, I will be very happy when you stand in front of me."

His shadow grew bigger and bigger in the light.

"Also, call me Su Beixun from now on. Mizutani Dongci, who played house with you, has disappeared."

Chi's eyes were red, and he bit his elder brother who had thrown away his name with hatred: "Su Beixun... I will remember it!"

Watching the figure disappear into the darkness, Chi pressed his arms to the ground and twisted wildly, trying to pull himself out of the rubble.

But the heavy weight and the broken thigh made all this effort in vain.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Chi pounded the ground angrily, looked at Mizutani Jun lying at the door with blood all over his body, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone who can save my brother?"

“Please! No matter who you are, my brother… is about to die!!”

The shrill roars echoed layer by layer.

But in the night when the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, which villager would be willing to come out to take a look?

……

The blood dripped drop by drop.

I don't know when Chi could no longer make any sound. He was numb and could not feel any pain. His body felt cold and his eyelids felt heavy.

but.

He still kept his lifeless eyes open, staring sadly in the direction of his brother.

……

And in the dense woods near Mizutani's house.

A white-haired old man was running quickly on the ground. He was wearing a red Tengu mask and a blue and white kimono embroidered with wave patterns.

Sniffing the remaining smell in the air, he quickly rushed to the door of Shui Gu's house. But when he saw the head stuck on the branch next to him and still screaming, the old man was shocked.

[This technique... can it be done by an ordinary person who doesn't know how to breathe? 】

——Generally speaking, those who know breathing techniques all have the Nichirin Sword, and if you chop off a demon's head with the Nichirin Sword, they will die.

"Old man, you..."

The man was shocked when he saw the knife and wanted to say something, but a flash of warm and moist knife light had already split him in half.

Although he was curious about who did it, there was no need to ask the ghost. The old man could smell that there were still people alive in the house!

In the black ash that the ghost had turned into, he rushed into the room without stopping.

(End of this chapter)