Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 43 The End of the World
Yujian's expression was cold, like a block of ice.

The sword was hot, like a fire.

The hairs on Ichiro's blue neck were curled up by the broken knife.

"calm down!"

At this moment, Yi Se Lan has completely lost his masterly demeanor. After all, with a knife to his throat, who has the time to maintain some ridiculous masterly demeanor?

The great painter raises his hands like a Frenchman; such a practiced gesture may be due to his experience studying in Paris.

"Say, who are you?"

"I am Isshiki Blue! I am Isshiki Blue!"

According to the story in the picture book, Mitsurugi deduces that the real Isshiki Blue is trapped inside the belly of the evil dragon, and that defeating the monster might be the only way to rescue him.

Although the results were slightly different, considering that the heart and stomach are inside the abdomen, it can be considered a small, acceptable deviation.

However, the man's words just now made Yu Jian doubt his identity.

How could a true Issei Blue have the memory of having his own head chopped off?

Could it be a black dragon in disguise?!

At this moment, the young swordsman standing against the light had his entire face shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. Only the sword he held in his hand still emitted a scorching red light.

"I'm truly all blue!"

The great painter, utterly devastated, pressed his hands to his head, racking his brains for a way to prove that he was who he was.

Seeing his appearance, Yu Jian suddenly thought of a possibility.

“Kaylin Zeta…”

Upon hearing the name, the other person immediately froze, their cheeks flushing red, not from embarrassment but from anxiety.

At this moment, Isshiki Ran's expression was extremely solemn, like a child playing computer games with a classmate, only to have the classmate casually click on a hidden folder named 'Study Materials', and he was the father who usually used that computer.

“Monica Becky, Christina, Yerry, Sophie Marge, Bogle, Jennifer Connor…”

With each name uttered, the great painter bent over a little more, eventually curling up on the ground in an ORZ pose, as if he wanted to find a hole to crawl into and never come out again.

"So, all the memories of the Seven Kings have been gathered into you?"

Yu Jian sheathed his sword with a very strange expression.

"Yes." Ran slumped her head, her face filled with a sorrowful expression that seemed to say, 'You might as well just shoot me dead.'

The other tyrants were one thing, though those memories could be considered horror movie material, but as a painter, he could even draw inspiration from them. Never underestimate the capacity of artists to tolerate fantasy.

If someone is crazy enough, even the Abyss would be ashamed to see a human with their pants unzipped.

But the Purple King's shrimp-headed manner...

If my daughter knew that my authority as a father—no, my social life as a human being—would be over.

At this moment, with his blue eyes, Yujian Ming seemed to have half of his face peeled off, revealing a mechanical structure and a red prosthetic eye, and was about to utter that classic line.

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No way!
"...I won't tell Isshiki-senpai." Mitsurugi rubbed his temples.

"Thank you so much!" Itsuki Lan seemed to have returned from hell to earth in an instant, her eyes filled with tears, showing the excessive emotion of an artist.

For some reason, after both of them calmed down, Yu Jian always felt that the other person was staring at his white hair, perhaps envying the hair volume of a young person.
Never mind, that's not important. Right now, there's only one crucial issue facing the two of them.

How to go back?

Because of the previous battle, the entire world was on the verge of collapse. Yujian could even glimpse the outside world through the broken edges. That should be the real Netherworld. It seemed that some huge object was quietly standing there, waiting to seize its corpse after the world was broken.

Scavengers? Or something even more dangerous?
Yu Jian didn't know, and didn't want to know.

"Uncle, you are the creator of this world. Do you know how to return to the present world?" Perhaps because he had seen the other party at his most disheveled, Yu Jian had a subtle feeling of familiarity with this great painter.

"This?" Isshiki Ran scratched his head and dipped his hand in dragon blood.

The great painter hummed a folk tune and casually drew a beautifully designed and elegantly decorated door on the ruins of a broken building.

Then, with a graceful and gentle push...

The door didn't move.

An unbearable awkwardness filled the silent air.

Yu Jian didn't say anything, just quietly watched the other person, his fingers tapping the hilt of his sword intentionally or unintentionally.

Sweat began to bead on Yi Se Lan's forehead as he disregarded his image and desperately pushed and rammed the newly painted door with his hands and shoulders.

Move! Why aren't you moving? That kid's still holding a knife! Who knows what he might do if he panics?
"I'll do it." Yu Jian shook his head and kicked him, then he realized something was wrong.

The ground cracked open with fissures, the front of the wall showed no reaction, but the back exploded like a bomb being lit.

Why are you making such a commotion? Don't kick down the walls!

Boom!
Fortunately, the drawn door was not damaged, but opened directly inward, revealing a vortex passage full of bizarre and wonderful scenery.

Even though it was just sight, Yu Jian felt as if he had leaped from a dry desert into a vast ocean full of water. Something flowed along his vision into his brain and even deeper. His sixth sense was clearer than ever before, and every muscle and every nerve was conveying cheers and jubilation.

Immediately afterwards, a violent and unparalleled life force surged within him, coursing through his flesh, bones, and every inch of his skin. For a brief moment, his pupils turned into golden rhombuses. Suddenly, an astonishing heat came from the back of his neck, and some even more powerful force completely bound him, like fastening a thick steel chain around a fierce dog. No matter how much he struggled, it was all in vain.

In the end, Yujian only remembered that he kept walking forward, while not forgetting to drag along a certain great painter who shouted "Wait for me!"

Behind them, the world in the painting began its true end. Countless enormous shadows rushed in from the outside. In a sense, they were indeed scavengers, but they were ghostly beings that waited specifically for the world to die.

But this time, they didn't get their wish.

A giant, flaming hand caught the entire world in the painting, its terrifying power causing all the scavengers to scatter like birds. The five fingers closed, freezing all the vibrant colors, and the shattered world was instantly transformed into a beautiful glass sphere, which the maker could then casually take away.

These have nothing to do with the successful escape from the sword.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the familiar art studio, with nothing in his hands and no change in his appearance, except for a tattered student uniform.

The bloodstains from the dragon-slaying process peeled off on their own, like extremely dried paint that crumbled into dust at the slightest touch and vanished completely.

"Welcome back."

A familiar voice reached Yujian's ears. He looked up and saw Yurika smiling at him. For some reason, the girl's hand was wrapped in bandages.

Seeing a dark red stain on the boy's cheek, Yurika naturally raised her hand to wipe it off, but immediately withdrew it and used her other hand instead.

Yujian didn't dodge, letting Baihexiang rub his face blankly. His expression softened for once, and his cold, sharp aura faded away.

But the bandages on Yuriko's hands were catching people's attention. Just as he was about to say something, a strange cry suddenly came from behind him.

"The universe, eternal, is so beautiful!"

The great painter, Yi Se Lan, lay on the ground, twitching and bouncing like a fish that had come ashore, while constantly uttering various delirious murmurs.

It was obvious that he had been greatly shocked by the strange sights originating from the Netherworld within the passage, and was so stimulated that he was momentarily in a daze.

Originally, Akane was extremely excited to see her elderly father return safely. But seeing his current behavior, she immediately stopped and instead picked up a broom and poked her own father from a distance, as if she were poking at something unclean.

"Everything was normal just now."

With a stern face, Yu Jian had originally intended to end the mission with a casual "I have fulfilled my mission," but now he had to consider how to explain the scene before him.

Fortunately, Isshiki Ran quickly stopped convulsing, got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and then opened her arms to her daughter.

"Sissi, I'm back!"

The familiar lines made Akane Isshiki immediately look at him warily, and then...

Hid behind Mitsurugi and Aizen Yurika.

“Sissi, it’s Daddy.” Iroha’s voice was already trembling.

"..." Akane peeked out, still remaining silent.

"Why?!" Mr. Isshiki Ran exclaimed, his arms outstretched in disbelief.

"Who is your favorite celebrity?" Akane Isshiki suddenly asked.

"What female celebrities? Daddy only admires great painters and poets," said Isshiki Ran earnestly.
"It's fake! Hit him!" Akane Isshiki shouted sharply, her head immediately retracting behind Mitsuki.

"Brother, please explain this to me," Iroha asked earnestly, her hands clasped together.

Yu Jian shrugged, looking like he couldn't help.

Coming to his senses, he realized that the gauntlets and the red blade had disappeared. Were they lost in the passage or vanished after arriving in the mortal world? It seems that bringing items from the mortal world into the mortal world is far from simple.

Yujian wasn't surprised by this. The power supporting that special armor and weapon came from the world within the painting of the eternal world. Since the source had been cut off, it wasn't surprising that the derivatives had also perished.

It's a pity, he was very adept at using both armor and weapons.

On the other side, Isshiki Ran finally resigned himself to his fate and, regardless of whether anyone else was present, began to reveal his name.

Both Yujian and Yurika showed surprise; even they, who were not fans of celebrities, had heard of those names.

This guy... has very picky tastes.

Wait, does he really have that much charm? They call each other by name with such affection.

While thinking to himself, Yujian quickly exchanged a glance with Yurika, clearly indicating that they shared the same opinion.

Beside her, Akane puffed out her cheeks and pounced on her father, unleashing a flurry of punches that sent a wave of pain through him. He was both in pain and pleasure. Although his smile looked worse than a grimace, at least he was smiling.

After throwing two punches, Isshiki Akane turned around, picked up her drawing board, and quickly ran to Mitsurugi's side.

"Thank you...!" The girl blushed and handed him the drawing board with her head down.

Behind her, the all-blue face suddenly became angular, and his eyes turned unfriendly; it was the red alert mode unique to the old father.

"Senior, there's no need for that. Cat Paw Club's request doesn't require any extra reward..." The words of refusal suddenly stopped, and Yujian sensed a familiar aura from the painting.

Wait, wasn't the world in the painting completely destroyed?

Why is there still a lingering scent?!

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