Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 216 Dio Brando

a certain world

In 1900, deep in the Atlantic Ocean

An ancient coffin lies quietly on the seabed, its surface covered with barnacles and rust after a century of erosion.

Inside the coffin, a blond man lay with his eyes closed. His exquisite face was as perfect as a sculpture, but lifeless.

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice resounded through his consciousness:

Do you want to transcend human limits? Do you want to escape this eternal loneliness?

"What's that sound!" The blond man suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around, but could only see the dark inner walls of the coffin.

Dio Brand, do you crave power? Do you want to rule the world?!

The mechanical voice sounded again, each word seemingly striking Dior's heart.

A dangerous smile slowly crept onto Dior's lips, his pale fingers trembling slightly in the darkness.

Decades of slumber had left his body slightly stiff, but his ambition to dominate everything had never diminished.

"Wryyy," Dio chuckled softly, "Interesting, absolutely fascinating! Is this the gift fate has prepared for me, Dio? In that case, how could I, Dio, possibly refuse such an opportunity!"

"Yes! I accept your conditions!" His voice echoed inside the coffin.

[Reincarnator, you are ready. You are about to travel to the world of reincarnation to complete the main god's mission. You can obtain everything you desire. 10, 9, 8, 7]

"A reincarnator? A supreme god?" Dio frowned, then burst into laughter. "Whatever, as long as it makes me, Dio, stronger, I'll accept any condition!"

[3, 2, 1, Teleportation begins.]

Dio felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his consciousness went blank for a brief moment.

When Dio regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a narrow street. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light.

"This architectural style," Dior looked around. The surrounding buildings were typical Japanese-style buildings. The eaves were low and the structures were made of wood.

He recalled that when he was buying poison in London, he had seen some books about the East, and the illustrations depicting the scenery of the Orient were very similar to the scene before him.

"Interesting. This must be an Eastern country," Dio chuckled deeply. "From the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, directly to the East? Is this the power of the Supreme God?"

Dio leaned against the wall, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Now that we're here, let's first learn about this world."

A drunken man staggered from the street corner. His face was flushed, and he was humming an off-key tune, completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching him from the shadows.

Dio's throat bobbed slightly. "Perfect. I am indeed a little hungry."

Just as Dio was about to approach the drunkard, a dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky, bringing with it a foul gust of wind. Dio's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively took a half step back.

"What good luck, running into two at once." A hoarse laugh came from the shadows. It was a hideous monster with black veins running beneath its pale skin, and fangs protruding menacingly from its twisted mouth.

Before Dio could react, the monster had already grabbed the drunkard by the neck. With a "crack," the drunkard's neck was easily snapped, and blood gushed out, all of which was sucked into the monster's mouth.

"Interesting." Dio narrowed his eyes. As a vampire, this was the first time he had ever seen something so similar to himself.

The monster tossed aside the drunkard's corpse, its crimson eyes fixed on Dio: "Your body... I've never seen such strong flesh and blood. If I eat you, my power will definitely double!"

"Oh?" Dio's lips curled into a playful smile. "You want to eat me? You really dare to say that."

Before the words were even finished, the monster had vanished from its spot. Dio's pupils contracted slightly: "Not bad speed."

But this level of speed is still within his reaction range.

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Dio stood still, letting the monster approach. "Here, I'm the predator."

Just as the monster's claws were about to touch Dio, its golden pupils suddenly flashed with a blinding light:

"The gaping hole is terrifying!"

"puff!"

A jet of high-pressure liquid shot out of Dio's eye like a laser, piercing the monster's chest. Blood splattered in the air, and the monster's movements came to an abrupt halt.

"What?! Blood Demon Art!" The monster staggered backward, its wide eyes filled with disbelief.

It trembled and knelt on the ground, its forehead pressed against the earth: "M-My lord, spare my life! It was my poor eyesight that prevented me from recognizing you."

"Blood Demon Arts?" Dio murmured, absorbing the unfamiliar term. "This world is indeed different from mine."

He walked slowly forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "However, since you wanted to eat me just now, I'll accept your blood."

Just as Dio was about to touch the monster, the kneeling figure suddenly sprang up.

The monster's lips twisted into a ferocious grin, and its arm shot towards Dio like lightning: "Hahaha! So what if you know Blood Demon Arts? If I eat you, I can advance too!"

"Pfft!"

The claws easily pierced Dio's abdomen, blood splattering everywhere. The smile on the monster's face hadn't fully bloomed before it suddenly froze.

"What?!"

A bone-chilling cold spread from the wound. The monster looked down and saw that its arm, which was inserted into Dio's body, was freezing at a visible speed.

"You think," Dio looked down at the arm piercing through his abdomen, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "that's enough to kill me?"

"Vaporization freezing method!"

Click click

Frost spread rapidly up the monster's arm, covering half of its body in the blink of an eye. The cold air condensed into crystalline ice flowers, shimmering eerily in the moonlight.

"What is this?!" The monster tried to pull its arm back in terror, only to find that it could no longer move.

"Wryyy!"

Dio let out an excited growl and threw out his left fist, shattering the monster's frozen half of its body.

The monster screamed and fell to the ground. Before it could react, Dio's hand was already plunged into its chest.

The veins on his arm writhed like living things, frantically absorbing the blood from the monster's body.

"This blood!" Dio's eyes widened as he felt the power surging within him. This blood contained a peculiar energy that was creating a strange reaction within his body.

An unprecedented power awakened within him; Dio could feel his cells evolving wildly, every blood vessel throbbing excitedly.

This feeling is more intense and more wonderful than when you drink human blood!

"Wryyyyy!"

"This blood... is completely different from human blood!" Dio felt the power surging within him, a fanatical smile spreading across his face. "Fantastic! This world is so fascinating!"

Suddenly, a mechanical voice rang in Dio's mind.

[World: Demon Slayer]

[World Level: Tier 4-]

[World Information: This is a world where "demons" exist. Demons are monsters that feed on humans, possessing powerful regenerative abilities and a special power called "Blood Demon Art." Muzan Kibutsuji was the first demon, and all demons are transformed from his bloodline.]

The Demon Slayer Corps, an organization of swordsmen wielding "Nichirin Blades," fights against demons. Demons are destroyed by sunlight; only special Nichirin Blades and sunlight can completely annihilate them.

[Mission Name: Slay the Demon King]

[Task Difficulty: S]

[Mission Brief: Find and destroy the progenitor of all demons—Muzan Kibutsuji]

[Time Limit: Unlimited]

[Task Reward: 10000 Reward Points]

[Mission Failed: Annihilation!]

Dio looked at the information before him, a glint of excitement flashing in his golden eyes: "Muzan... the progenitor of demons?"

He licked his lips, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement: "Since the ghosts of this world possess such delicious blood, then the blood of this progenitor must be even more exquisite!"

"However, some preparations are needed to deal with such prey." He licked his lips, revealing a dangerous smile: "First, establish your own power."

Dio's gaze fell on the ancient fortress in the town center, which was brightly lit and clearly inhabited.

"Let's begin here." Dio's figure disappeared into the darkness.

……

Late at night, inside the mayor's mansion.

The mayor was fast asleep in bed when suddenly a cold wind blew in. He frowned, groggily opened his eyes, and found that the window had been opened at some point.

"Strange. I clearly remember closing it." The mayor put on his coat and walked to the window to close it.

squeak

The wooden floorboards made a slight creaking sound. The mayor turned around and suddenly his eyes widened.

Under the moonlight, a blond man leaned against the wall. He was dressed in luxurious clothes and was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly, but his eyes revealed a chillingly sinister aura.

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"Who...who are you?" the mayor's voice trembled.

Dio walked slowly forward, each step seeming to pound on the mayor's heart. An invisible sense of oppression filled the entire room, making it almost impossible for the mayor to breathe.

At that moment, the mayor felt as if he had become a sheep, and in front of him was a demon that could devour him at any moment.

"The money's in the hidden compartment under the bed!" The mayor staggered backward, crashing into the wall. "Please, don't kill me. I... I have a wife and children."

Dio stopped in front of the mayor, looking down at the man who was consumed by fear. He extended a finger and gently lifted the mayor's chin.

"Money?" Dio chuckled. "You seem to have misunderstood something."

His voice carried a captivating magic: "From this day forward, you will be my servant, Dior. It is your honor."

The mayor tried to escape, but his legs had already given out.

Just then, Dio's fingers suddenly pierced his forehead. A bone-chilling cold instantly invaded his brain, and the mayor felt his soul being torn apart by some force.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the night sky.

"Bang!" The door was violently kicked open, and two armed guards rushed in: "Mayor! What happened?"

They saw the mayor standing by the window with his back to the door, and everything seemed normal.

"Mayor, are you alright?"

The mayor slowly turned around, and the guards gasped. The mayor's eyes turned blood red, and there was a strange wound on his forehead that was slowly healing.

"You..." The guard was about to fire when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

Dior had appeared behind them unnoticed, his sharp fingers piercing the guards' necks. Before they could even scream, they were consumed by Dior's blood.

A moment later, the mayor and two guards knelt on the ground in unison, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism: "Greetings, Master!"

Dio looked down at the three kneeling figures, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his golden eyes: "Very good. Now go and call the others."

........................

Two days later, on a sunny mountain road.

Six members of the Demon Slayer Corps, dressed in black uniforms, were on their way. Among them, a blond boy stood out, lazily walking at the very back.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. Why did we have to walk so far?" Zenitsu Agatsuma muttered.

Suddenly, a yellow sparrow swooped down from the sky and pecked at Zenitsu's head.

"Ah! Chutaro, what are you doing?!" Zenitsu covered his head and dodged, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, stop pecking!"

Just then, a black jay suddenly landed at the front of the group, and Tsubaki Kamishiro, who was in the lead, stretched out her arm and let it stop on her hand.

The boy was a head taller than Zenitsu, with long black hair neatly tied back and a black katana at his waist. Although young, his calm eyes were remarkably composed, clearly indicating he had experienced many battles.

The raven cried anxiously, "South, in the town, ghosts are appearing! Large numbers of people are missing!"

"What?" Tsubaki Kamishiro frowned. "That direction should be towards Aono Town."

"Did you all hear that?" Tsubaki Kamishiro frowned slightly, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes: "Change the itinerary and head to Aono Town immediately."

"No! Tsubaki-nii!" Zenitsu's face turned deathly pale as he grabbed Tsubaki's leg. "It must be very dangerous there!"

"Let go!" Tsubaki Kamishiro tried to shake off Zenitsu, but the guy clung to her like glue. "You're a swordsman personally trained by Lord Raiju, how can you be so cowardly!"

"It's precisely because I'm a swordsman that I'm even more afraid!" Zenitsu said, tears welling in his eyes. "We nobodies would definitely die if we went!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Another team member stepped forward and grabbed Zenitsu by the collar. "We're here to investigate this matter."

"Waaaaah, I don't want to go!" Zenitsu was dragged forward. "Why are there always such terrifying missions?"

Tsubaki sighed, then grabbed Zenitsu and said, "Stop crying! Let's go, let's try to get to Aono Town before dark!"

His gaze turned south: "If so many people are really missing, we can't just sit idly by."

As the sun set, the group, dragging Zenitsu along, finally arrived at Aono Town.

Although there were pedestrians on the street, it seemed unusually deserted. People were in a hurry and hardly made eye contact with each other.

Tsubaki Kamishiro frowned and sniffed the air: "Strange. I don't smell any demonic aura, but there's an indescribable strange smell."

"It's getting dark, let's go to the supply point first." The team member pointed to a building with wisteria flowers hanging in the distance.

The group arrived at the door and gently knocked, but no one answered.

A moment later, Tsubaki Kamishiro, gripping the hilt of her sword, pushed open the slightly ajar door, and a rich fragrance of wisteria blossoms wafted out.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single electric light emitting a faint glow.

Behind the counter, a hunched old woman was tidying up her belongings.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and said, "Welcome! I'm sorry, this old woman's hearing isn't good; I didn't hear the knock."

Tsubaki Kamishiro pulled out the Demon Slayer Corps token, and the old woman squinted: "Oh, it's the Demon Slayer Corps. You've come at the right time. People have been going missing in town these past few days, and everyone's in a panic."

Tsubaki Kamishiro looked around the room, noticing the unnaturally dim lighting: "Why didn't you open more windows?"

"Alas, this old woman's eyesight is poor; she can't stand bright light," the old woman sighed, standing up with her cane. "Gentlemen, please follow me."

Kamishiro Tsubaki discreetly observed the old woman; although her eyes were cloudy, there was no sign of her becoming a demon.

Moreover, the room was filled with dense wisteria flowers; with such density, even ghosts within a radius of tens of meters should not be able to get close.

Although he had some doubts, he didn't say anything more.

The old woman led them to a spacious guest room.

"Finally, I can rest!" Zenitsu immediately collapsed onto the floor. "My legs are about to break from walking all day."

"Let's rest for a while." Tsubaki Kamishiro looked around. "The demons don't appear during the day; we'll act at night."

"Brother Chun," his teammate laughed, "once this mission is completed, you'll be promoted to Rank A swordsman."

Tsubaki Kamishiro shook his head: "It's too early to talk about that now. The current situation," he looked out the window at the darkening street, a sense of unease rising in his heart, "is probably not as simple as it seems on the surface."

(End of this chapter)