Something's wrong with how I'm watching anime.

Bad thoughts.

Blood smeared across my thoughts.

The image of festering sores is reminiscent of a boil.

Desire to devour.

Scattered thoughts.

Bone imagery.

Burning thoughts.

Only by getting infinitely close to death can one touch its true meaning.

Only by truly experiencing death can one truly understand its essence.

No matter how many deaths occur externally, they cannot truly move one.

As a seeker of the art of death, Ryunosuke Uryu's consciousness gradually decayed after being enveloped by this progressive experience of death.

He seemed to truly see his body gradually rotting, being devoured by living beings.

Compared to his first murder, the thrill of death he experienced in this way... only when he personally experienced it did he understand what death truly meant.

Such loneliness and stillness. This is something completely contrary to excitement and exhilaration.

There was absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever.

Ah... so this is what death is like.

How boring.

Ryunosuke Uryu's memories began to crumble and vanish into nothingness.

This body also began to embrace a completely new will.

.........

Fujimura Taiga stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of him.

Like almost all ordinary people who see mysterious things, it stems from a rupture in their values ​​cultivated over a long period of time.

What did I see?

The magic circle is glowing!

The dazzling light instantly enveloped Ryunosuke Amusei, who was standing in front of the magic circle.

We won't see any more of Fujimura Taiga.

The light lasted for a full three minutes. As the light gradually faded, the figure of the murderer reappeared before Fujimura Taiga's eyes.

Fujimura Taiga's eyes widened as well.

The murderer before them seemed to have fallen into a state of stillness, and the stench of blood emanating from his body was rapidly decreasing.

It was as if he had suddenly become a different person.

what's the situation?

Chapter 104 Trying to Swim in Some Good Luck

Kazama opened his eyes.

What came into view was a magic circle that was gradually dimming.

The silver light was fading away from the ritual constructed of blood and ore, along with the spirituality it contained.

The door is already closed.

But that's not a problem, because he has successfully crossed the gate to another world that he opened himself.

Looking at his hands, Kazama closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

With all five senses bringing reality into consciousness, the soul of the original body of Ryunosuke Amusei was reborn under the cover of the 'memory' of Kazama.

"It's a success..."

Kazama's soft murmur carried a mixture of excitement and relief.

His origins, purpose, and mission here were all deeply imprinted in his memory.

"Waaaaah..."

The urgent sobbing sounded particularly jarring in the secluded and quiet warehouse, interrupting Kazama's deep thoughts.

He turned his head to look at the girl with a single ponytail whose hands and feet were bound. The girl was the prey left behind by the former owner of this body, Ryunosuke Uryu, but she was a minor trouble for Kazama.

Kazama approached the struggling girl and untied the gag from her mouth.

He wasn't worried that the other person would start yelling once they regained their ability to speak.

In fact, this remote, abandoned warehouse was a place where no one would come at night. It was a perfect spot for thugs to do their dirty work, no matter how much you shouted.

Ryunosuke Uryu, this serial killer, may have chosen this place so that he could hear the screams of his prey before they died.

Kazama harbored no ill will towards the girl, but to prevent this body, which was being used for sexual purposes, from being implicated by past sins, the girl was destined to stay here for a few days.

Until he summoned his own heroic spirit, and then readily gave the girl a blue pill that would allow her to forget all the unpleasant memories of the night.

"Stay here for three days and you'll regain your freedom."

Kazama untied the girl's gag and was about to say something, but the girl with the single ponytail in the black sailor uniform spoke first.

"Are you the demon summoned by that bastard?"

"I saw that silver light with my own eyes...it was even more exaggerated than the special effects in fantasy movies."

"You devoured that serial killer's soul...and took over his body?"

The sudden disappearance of the bloody aura from the person before him, along with the deep-seated madness, made Fujimura Taiga think of all sorts of things. This murderer seemed to have suddenly become a completely different person after what had just happened.

how to say?

so cool!

So exciting!

Looking at the excited light shining in the girl's eyes, it was as if she had seen something very interesting and couldn't wait to express her restless curiosity.

Kazama fell silent.

The girl's reaction was completely different from that of someone who was suddenly kidnapped, which shows that she was not an ordinary person.

This guy must be a goofball!

After a long silence, Kazama finally spoke.

"Demon...you know I am a demon, aren't you afraid that I will destroy your soul and your body just as I crushed this body's pathetic and corrupt soul?"

Upon hearing Kazama's words, the girl paused suddenly, then realized what he meant.

Looking at Kazama so close, his eyes were filled with indescribable terror.

"Help...help me!"

Three minutes later, under Kazama's silent gaze, the girl's shouts finally stopped.

Kazama's laissez-faire attitude may have made her realize that calling for help in a warehouse that was clearly located in a remote place would not have any effect, or perhaps Kazama's laissez-faire attitude made her worry about being harmed dissipate a lot.

After the girl calmed down, Kazama finally spoke:

"Wait here for three days."

"You can leave safely in three days."

"I will come to feed you on time for the next three days, so don't try to cause any trouble."

"Just stay here and wait for your freedom."

After saying that, Kazama prepared to leave.

Compared to his six competitors, he didn't have much time to prepare.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in the corrupted Holy Grail, he couldn't afford to be careless about the Heroic Spirit he was about to summon.

Or rather, summoning that heroic spirit was one of his main purposes, besides exploration, after he painstakingly entered this world and gained the freedom to move around.

Just as Kazama was about to leave, the girl suddenly spoke.

"Hey, wait a minute, what's your name?"

Without pausing, Kazama walked straight to the door.

Watching Kazama's retreating figure, Fujimura Taiga struggled to stand up, but being bound hand and foot, he clearly couldn't.

"Demon, my name is Fujimura Taiga."

"Release me immediately, and I promise you a year's worth of good luck that I will never tell anyone about what happened today."

Kazama's figure suddenly stopped.

Fujimura Taiga, thinking his words had worked, added:

“My old man is the leader of the local gang ‘Fujimura Group’. No matter how remote this place is, his men can find it in less than three days.”

"Release me before I've been 'missing' for too long, and I can get away with what happened today."

Kazama returned, but not because of the girl's naive and foolish threat.

"What did you say your name was?"

Kazama looked down at the girl in front of him.

The girl had a delicate, oval face with small dimples. But what didn't match her refined appearance was the lively energy she exuded.

Kazama's gaze made Fujimura Taiga involuntarily shrink back; his words had indeed been spoken hastily without thinking.

But after saying it, Fujimura Taiga regretted it.

However, she couldn't afford to show weakness under these circumstances. The old man had said that the party that compromises first has no initiative left.

So she stubbornly raised her head and repeated her name.

"Fujimura Taiga."