After traveling through Demon Slayer, is it possible to survive?

[Author: Special reminder! Even I feel that this chapter is poorly written. But it must be written this way.]

After saying that, Tanjiro turned his gaze back to Lei, and only then he discovered that the short-looking boy's hair, which covered his left eye, rose slightly after a breeze blew, and the word "Xiawu" was engraved in his left eye.

Tanjiro took a deep breath after seeing this scene. His master, Yoriichi Tsugumi, once told him that there are twelve crescent moon demons, six of which are upper and lower, for a total of twelve. The upper moons are the strong ones who follow the demon king, and their strength is stronger than that of the Demon Slayer Corps pillars. In the past hundred years, no one has been replaced.

Although the Lower Moons do not follow the Demon King, their strength is still unfathomable, just like the leaders of ordinary demons. Usually only A, B, C, and Pillar-level can confront them easily, while those below C can only fight with the belief that they will die.

Thinking of this, Tanjiro's hand that was holding the broken Nichirin Sword suddenly stopped trembling, and the strength of his grip became more stable, with a determined look in his eyes.

Being strong is not something that can be achieved overnight. It is the tempering of time, the firmness of will, and the unyielding faith. Only by constantly tempering in order to achieve the goals in your heart can you become stronger.

Tanjiro took a deep breath, and the sun flames emanating from his body became purer, and the white light in the flames became more dazzling. This time he no longer hesitated, and no longer held back by the slight fear of death. This time he would fight with the belief that he would die.

Tanjiro looked up at a branch not far away, where there was a wooden box. That was the family he wanted to protect.

[“Nezuko, I will definitely win.”]

aside.

Seeing Tanjiro's renewed will, Inosuke, who was still staring at his broken swords in a daze, laughed his signature laugh again, waving his Nichirin sword in a ready position, and exuded the aura of a beast again.

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[Author: "Okay, the future settings will have to be changed."]

This period of time was exactly when I was about to fly to the top of Nada Spider Mountain.

I sat on the flat surface with my head down, and my memory went back to what happened a hundred years ago.

Hundreds of years ago, I only created the Upper Moon. The Lower Moon was not created by me. It was created by Kokushibo, Akaza, and Douma.

Originally, I also wanted to create twelve moon demons, but except for the two lower moon demons, Rui and Nightmare, which are useful to the plot, the rest can be said to be just objects of venting for Muzan in the comics, and have no impact on the subsequent plot.

Moreover, the more powerful ghosts are created, the more humans will be killed. Although I have issued orders in the blood cells to restrict them from killing, I have never really stopped them, because I really don't want to become Muzan Kibutsuji who arbitrarily controls people's lives (unless I meet them and they are killing people). Because of this, most ghosts will ignore my orders.

This phenomenon is most common among the lower-rank demons. In the past hundred years, the lower-rank demons have been eager to get more blood to gain power and be reused. I have seen all of this, but I have no intention of reusing them. They have never even seen what I look like.

Not long after the creation of the Lower Moon, Kokushibo finally understood my thoughts. When there are many powerful demons, some of them will become selfish and keep killing people in order to obtain that so-called power.

This was the opposite of what I had originally thought. Knowing they had done something wrong, Kokushibo, Akaza, and Douma came to me to apologize, but I looked at them with disappointment and did not punish them.

That pair of disappointed eyes made Kokushibo realize what a mistake he had made for the name of the Twelve Crescent Moons.

It was also at this time that Kokushibo's class concept became more and more serious. In order to make up for his mistakes, he thought of a way to fundamentally solve the problem. He found and controlled the family that knew the existence of demons and acknowledged the existence of demons, but did not contribute to the elimination of demons.

Brahma Palace.

The memories in my mind stopped at this point. I felt tired of recalling the bad things in the past. This kind of memory is what I hate the most.

[“Tired… If I could, I really want you to live.”] I opened my eyes, looked at the mountaintop getting closer and closer, and talked to myself in my heart. [“But unfortunately, the number of people you killed… is enough for you to die…”]

Yuichi Tsugumi, who was standing by, was very confused when he saw the boy's appearance. Why did the young ghost king, who was so energetic and optimistic a few days ago, become so absent-minded on this day?

Ji Guoyuan wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He stood up and sat down next to me, looking at me from time to time.

"What's bothering you?"

"No, shut up and stay away from me." At this moment I immediately returned to my normal state. Seeing Ji Guoyuan, I suddenly felt a little angry. After perfunctorily replying a few words, I reached out and pushed him, wanting him to stay away from me.

Tsugikoku Yuichi suddenly grabbed my hand that I was pushing him with. He didn't use much force, but the force was strong enough for me to pull it out. He turned his head to look at me, his face that had never revealed any emotion, but this time it suddenly softened, with a faint smile on his face, and said.

"Do not."

I was stunned by his faint smile and the tone of his voice, but I quickly realized what was going on. Doesn't this mean that he thought I would suddenly cancel my vampire magic at high altitude and run away, so he wanted to stay close to me just in case? That should be it.

[“…But this sounds a bit weird…”]

At this time, Tsugikoku Yuichirō had put away his smile, let go of my hand, and sat behind me, with his face returning to his usual expression.

[Author: Originally when I got to this part, I wanted to write something sweet, but I couldn't do it. So I wrote it like this. ]

Zenitsu, who was unable to move, watched this scene with his brain in standby mode for a while. After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. The fatigue on his face disappeared instantly, and his expression became more and more solemn.

[“I think I discovered something incredible.”](°ー°〃)

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To be continued…