I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The words on the steel plate were still steaming.

[Pacify the desolate lands and restore our rivers and mountains].

These eight words were like a ball of fire, igniting the entire camp.

Cheers surged up from the ground like a tsunami, almost overturning the crumbling television tower.

Shen Tian stood on the edge of the tower, his hair tousled by the strong wind.

He listened to the heart-wrenching screams and looked at the faces below, distorted with excitement, yet his expression remained surprisingly calm.

It was even a bit cold.

He was looking at the knife in his hand.

They are also looking at this land.

Just now, while cruising at high speed at an altitude of 10,000 meters, all the scenery appeared as elongated lines because of the high speed.

Even so, thanks to the abnormal perception of [Heavenly Heart Connection], some images were still like steel needles, firmly piercing into his mind.

That was something he had never paid attention to before.

He saw a collapsed kindergarten, with small, weathered schoolbags buried in the ruins.

Next to it was a pile of stark white animal bones, and foul-smelling excrement scattered everywhere.

He saw the once bustling commercial street, now a nursery for mutated rats, with expensive shop windows stuffed with rotting flesh and blood.

He saw those skyscrapers that once represented human civilization, their spines broken by thick vines, turned into toys for wild beasts to gnaw on.

This was originally the home of the human race.

It's a home with air conditioning, WiFi, iced cola, the sound of students reading aloud, and music from square dancing.

Shen Tian came here earlier, indeed only for the sake of killing points.

But after experiencing all of this, Shen Tian's state of mind suddenly began to change.

A pure, utter sense of disgust surged up from the depths of my bones.

"That's disgusting."

Shen Tian muttered to himself in a low voice.

He loathed these foreign races to the extreme.

It's like coming home, opening the door, and finding the whole house crawling with cockroaches and the dining table covered in rat droppings.

The emotion I felt at that moment was neither fear nor any sense of justice.

It's just disgusting.

It's the physiological urge to stomp, crush, and flush all this filth down the drain.

What do you mean by "all things have a spirit"?

What ecological balance?

Fuck it.

Shen Tian tightened his grip on the knife hilt, one finger at a time.

On this planet.

On this sphere called Blue Star.

One sound is enough.

All you need is one upright-walking creature.

Since the human race needs to survive, develop, and expand.

Then other species, all those that dare to show their teeth, all those that dare to eat people, all those that are unsightly.

They all have to die.

This is not some lofty racial righteousness.

This is the most basic rule of survival.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore?

What's more, the people sleeping next to you are a bunch of beasts who want to eat your flesh and drink your blood at any time.

coexist?

Give me a break.

Om-! ! !

In the instant that thought arose.

The [Heavenly Sin] heavy blade in Shen Tian's hand suddenly emitted an unprecedented buzzing sound.

This S-grade heavy sword is as heavy as a mountain on ordinary days.

But at the moment.

But it was trembling.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement.

It sensed the change in its master's will.

Deep within Shen Tian's pupils, the originally deep black began to spin wildly, as if transforming into two black holes that devoured light.

He gripped the hilt of the [Heavenly Sin] sword in his right hand, his entire being seemingly transformed into a sculpture.

His breathing became extremely slow.

He felt as if something deep within his soul had shattered.

That feeling was wonderful.

It's like someone who's been running wildly through a dark maze, suddenly smashing through a wall with a punch and seeing a vast, boundless wilderness outside.

That is the sublimation of one's state of mind.

Before this, killing was a means for Shen Tian to become stronger.

Although he never shied away from his selfishness, subconsciously he always saw himself as a "player" struggling to survive.

But after those eight characters were engraved, everything changed.

The desolate and desolate region was pacified.

Restore our land and rivers.

This is more than just a slogan.

Instead, it gave him an unprecedented sense of clarity.

"I see."

Shen Tian closed his eyes, his breathing becoming long and heavy.

If he was a ruthless weapon with a sharp edge, only good for drinking blood, then...

So now.

This deadly weapon now has a scabbard and a person wielding it.

A knife is not just for killing.

We can also set the rules for this chaotic world!

Suddenly, a monstrous wave surged within Shen Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

That was the intent of a sword.

With the help of the peerless sword saint's unparalleled comprehension, all of Shen Tian's previous sword techniques, martial arts, and even killing experience were shattered at this moment.

Weed out the dross and kept the essence.

All things return to one.

Shen Tian's consciousness seemed to have traveled through time and space, arriving in a chaotic and undeveloped void.

He remained suspended silently in the darkness.

He had no knife in his hand.

But he himself is like the sharpest knife.

Shen Tian slowly raised his right hand, making a loose clenching motion.

Although his hands were empty, in his mind, a giant blade capable of piercing through heaven and earth was taking shape.

That was not a sword formed from internal energy.

That was a knife forged with "willpower".

"I have a knife."

Shen Tian's voice echoed in his mind's sea, like a resounding bell, shattering the surrounding chaos.

"It can quell chaos in the world!"

boom--!!!

In the real world, at the top of a TV tower.

The sky, which had been cloudless, suddenly darkened without warning.

It's not a dark cloud.

It was an extremely terrifying "intention".

This thought was not directed at anyone, but the three thousand warriors below who were celebrating below fell silent at that moment and looked up in terror.

Afei looked up in alarm.

All I could see was the top of that tall tower.

Although Shen Tian's figure remained motionless, the space around him was twisting and collapsing wildly.

Dark spatial rifts, like ferocious little snakes, slithered and vanished around him.

Even if they are hundreds of meters apart.

Everyone had a misconception.

It was as if if Shen Tian's hand holding the knife moved even slightly, this world would shatter into pieces like glass in an instant.

Even that S-rank heavy sword, [Heavenly Sin].

Even now, it is emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

The blade trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on its originally black surface, as if it could not withstand the terrifying power that was about to burst forth from its master's body.

Shen Tian slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils disappeared.

Instead, there was a bottomless void.

The left eye evolved into a hellish realm, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The right eye embodies the mountains and rivers, the human condition, and the everyday life.

Slaughter and protection.

Destruction and rebirth.

These two diametrically opposed forces have now achieved a perfect balance on the blade.

"Having been reborn into this world..."

"Now that we have a sharp blade in our hands..."

"Then I, Shen Tian, ​​will neither be a butcher who only knows how to kill, nor a saint who is full of compassion."

Shen Tian gripped the [Heavenly Sin] tightly in his hand.

click-

He managed to leave his fingerprints on the handle, which was made of S-grade alloy.

"I want to be the ruler of this world."

"I want to be the tyrant of this chaotic world."

Om-! ! !

As Shen Tian's mind became clear.

An indescribable sword intent erupted from him in an instant!

This sword intent produced neither a deafening sound nor dazzling brilliance.

It's like a silent ripple.

It swept across an area of ​​ten miles in an instant.

When a single thought arises, all things fall silent.

"This sword technique disrespects gods and Buddhas."

"Follow your own conscience and punish injustice."

Shen Tian looked down at the knife in his hand.

In his mind.

A completely new sword technique, entirely unique to him, is rapidly taking shape.

"This strike is called, Demon Slayer."