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In the shadows, a disgusting, viscous gaze was fixed on them, motionless.
Chapter 117 Memories of Regression
Sabito also noticed that Ryosuke was acting strangely and quickly stepped forward.
"Mr. Ryosuke, what's wrong?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ryosuke's body suddenly began to move violently!
Lightning flashed, and Ryosuke drew his sword and charged into the dense forest.
The sharp blade flashed, and several dark figures fell from the trees and landed on the ground.
The rabbit arrived shortly after, only to find several sparrows cut in half at the waist, which made it frown.
He was a gentle person who respected life and had no habit of abusing animals.
However, trusting Ryosuke, he suppressed his discomfort and asked.
“Mr. Ryosuke, there’s nothing wrong with these birds. It’s broad daylight, and there’s no way an evil spirit could control them.”
Is it really daytime?
Ryosuke scanned his surroundings warily.
The rabbit was even more surprised and looked up at the blazing sun high in the sky.
"It really is daytime, Mr. Ryosuke. Have you been too stressed lately...?"
Ryosuke pondered in silence for a moment, then suddenly became alert.
"No! That's not right! The timing is wrong! The flow of time is wrong! Sabito, don't touch it yet..."
Before he finished speaking, Qian Tu had already reached out.
He wanted to tidy up these innocent creatures, at least to prevent them from being left to rot here.
Don't touch them!
Ryosuke's rebuke came out without thinking.
However, the rabbit's fingertips had already touched the sparrow's feathers.
A piercing shriek rang out, sounding like wind but not quite, and everything around seemed to lose its color.
Sunlight, leaves, distant mountains, villages... everything instantly twisted and collapsed!
My vision was swallowed by pure darkness, as if I had fallen into an endless abyss.
Sabito's figure dimmed and vanished silently before Ryosuke's eyes.
Ryosuke called out, but his voice was swallowed by the darkness, and there was no response.
An illusion? Or...?
When did I get infected?
When did the hare encounter that bird?
It was when I stepped into this village!
From that moment on, my senses were blinded!
Ryosuke quickly drew his sword, his whole body tense.
In this thick darkness, Ryosuke could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.
"They're really on guard..."
Deep within the dark cave, a young man whispered in admiration.
He wore an ill-fitting, oversized long coat, was thin, and had long, messy black hair that partially obscured his face.
At that moment, an eyeball with four legs, like a spider, crawled from afar and landed in the boy's palm.
He smiled and gently stroked his eyeballs.
"Thanks for your hard work."
His eyes darted around, as if trying to convey some message.
The boy understood, and then swallowed the eyeball.
The boy had noticed this ever since Ryosuke started investigating him.
I never expected that he would actually be able to find this place.
The boy got up, stretched his body, and stepped out of the cave.
The pale moonlight illuminated the desolate and lifeless land.
There are no villages here; all that can be seen is ruin.
Piles of white bones lay like mountains, while black hair was intertwined and woven like a carpet.
A gentle night breeze lifted the boy's black hair from his forehead, revealing his left eye, which had been hidden all along.
His eyes were as bright as a galaxy, as deep as an abyss, with two words clearly engraved on them.
"What a beautiful moon..."
The boy sighed, his smile unnatural.
Deep in the withered forest ahead, Sabito and Ryosuke stood with their swords drawn, their eyes glazed over.
The boy sized up Ryosuke, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and greed.
He suddenly attacked, aiming straight for Ryosuke's forehead!
However, just as he was about to move, Ryosuke suddenly moved!
That's the instinct triggered by the body and fighting spirit sensing danger!
The Nichirin Blade, like a silver arc, slashed upwards!
A flash of light, accompanied by the sound of cutting.
The boy was a moment too slow to react.
His hands were neatly severed.
The boy immediately retreated, creating distance between himself and Ryosuke. The granulation tissue at the severed wrist began to writhe wildly, and his hands regenerated.
Instead of being angry, he revealed an even more excited and perverse smile.
"So fast! So strong!"
The boy licked his lips, got on all fours, and arched his body like a cat.
"Even without consciousness, they can sense my presence!"
"The aura of someone who has been tempered through countless trials, the swift and ruthless way he draws his sword—if I were to face him head-on, my head would be chopped off in an instant!"
"No wonder, no wonder that lord remembers this demon hunter so fondly..."
The boy's eyes shone with even greater curiosity.
"Let me see what secrets and memories you're hiding..."
As he spoke, he poked his left eye with his right hand and gouged out his own eyeball.
Its eyeballs swelled in its palm, and four slender legs quickly grew out, allowing it to climb up the dead tree like a spider.
His dark pupils were fixed on Ryosuke, emitting an extremely eerie glow.
However, as if he had sensed something in advance, Ryosuke suddenly bent down and stepped to the side to avoid him.
At the same time, he slashed backhand with lightning speed!
The eyeball was chopped into pieces, and fluid splattered everywhere.
The boy's empty left eye rapidly swelled and began to grow a new eye.
He clicked his tongue lightly, his expression grave.
This demon hunter is really tough!
Does his consciousness and body operate independently?
Or is it that his consciousness has already been able to penetrate the superficial illusion of the "pagoda"?
"You better hold on a little longer, or I'll break you!"
The boy muttered to himself as blood seeped from his fingertips.
As he raised his hand, a chilling aura, as cold as ice, instantly enveloped Ryosuke.
"Blood Demon Art: Dream Temptation!"
Darkness, endless.
Time and space become blurred here.
Ryosuke's consciousness drifted and sank into nothingness, like an insignificant speck of dust.
He tried to resist, but the thought was swallowed up and disintegrated by the darkness as soon as it arose.
Ryosuke Yasui…
Demon Slayer Corps... The Sound Hashira... Thunder Breathing...
These words are like bubbles, appearing occasionally and then quickly bursting, leaving only empty echoes.
Important things are being stripped away and forgotten little by little.
I don't know how much time has passed; it might be a moment, or it might be ten thousand years.
A beam of light pierced the darkness without warning.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding environment distorted and changed!
As the light faded, Ryosuke stood frozen in place, his pupils shrinking sharply.
What lay before me was no longer mountains and villages, but... an ordinary rented room.
The familiar cheap wallpaper, the desk piled with clutter, half-eaten snack bags scattered on it, a few worn-out comic books, and the game console that had accompanied him through countless days and nights.