Reincarnation Paradise: The Void Debt Collector

"Pull it down and I'll give you some extra food."

As his order was given, several evil spirits pounced on the two women like wolves and tigers and dragged them out of the room.

Soon outside the house, the sounds of evil spirits gnawing and the woman's desperate screams were heard. However, these sounds did not last long and were gradually drowned out by the silent night.

Several evil ghosts wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths contentedly and returned to the house.

Wu Han was already accustomed to all this.

In his eyes, the NPCs in these derivative worlds are nothing more than ants to be slaughtered at his will, and their lives and deaths are of no importance at all.

But Dio Brando's actions made him feel unprecedented humiliation and anger.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would make Dio Brando pay the price for what he did today.

The derived world does not have a world core, so I set a world base point as the core of the derived world.

Chapter 71 Ripple Breathing?

Japan during the Taisho period was filled with an atmosphere similar to that of the British Industrial Revolution. This familiar scene brought back a sense of nostalgia in Dior's heart.

This remembrance is not directed at his father who once disappointed him, but is dedicated to his mother who worked hard to raise him.

In this strange land, Dio's majestic figure of 1.85 meters tall is like a mountain standing out from the crowd in this country where the average height is less than 1.6 meters. No matter where he goes, he becomes the focus of everyone's attention.

His arrival was like a majestic lion inadvertently breaking into the territory of the dwarf animals. Wherever he passed, he caused waves of exclamations and onlookers from the civilians.

However, Dio hated the feeling of being watched like a rare animal.

Dio moved his fingers slightly, and an evil spirit understood what Dio meant, roaring and rushing towards the civilians around him.

Amid the crowd's screams of astonishment, two civilians were chopped into eight pieces by the evil spirit, and large amounts of blood splattered on people's clothes.

This sudden terrorist attack plunged the entire street into unprecedented panic.

People ran around in panic, trying to escape from this horrible hell.

Driven by panic, the crowd became more and more chaotic, and countless people fell to the ground injured as they trampled on each other.

The streets were filled with the sounds of painful groans and scattered items. The bustling streets became as miserable as hell on earth.

As the noise and chaos on the streets gradually subsided, Dio stood there alone.

He looked around and his signature smile appeared on his face. His exaggerated laughter echoed in the empty streets, full of arrogance and complacency, as if announcing to the world: He is the real ruler of this world.

After a few seconds, Dio's laughter suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly turned his head, his eyes fixed on a half-open window on the second floor of a prosperous restaurant.

From that window, Dio sensed a faint breath fluctuation, which was the life energy of human beings.

What interested him even more was that this breath was mixed with the flavor of the ripple breathing technique that he was familiar with.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Taisho Furuta, a Class A member of the Demon Slayer Corps, was holding his breath and carefully hiding behind a window.

His eyes were fixed on the street below, keeping a close eye on Dio Brando and the demon below.

Taizheng Gutian originally just planned to come here to enjoy a midnight snack, but he never expected to be involved in this sudden storm.

Just as Tai Zheng Gutian once again looked through the window and observed the situation below with the faint light of the street lamp, a trace of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Dio Brando, who was still standing there, suddenly disappeared from the street without him noticing.

The evil ghost seemed unaware of all this.

It still hunched over, greedily tearing at the corpse on the ground, each bite accompanied by a creepy chewing sound.

Tai Zheng Gutian could clearly see that blood was dripping from the corner of the evil ghost's mouth, and his face was full of cruelty and satisfaction.

This sudden change made the battle-hardened Tai Zheng Gu Tian feel inexplicably nervous.

He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, his nerves tense to the extreme, fearing that something unpredictable would happen in the next second.

"Boy, where did you learn that breathing technique?" The sudden voice made Tai Zheng Gutian's heart beat faster.

He turned around quickly and saw Dio squatting on a small table in an extremely strange posture, his eyes like a wolf's pupils in the dark night, fixed on him tightly.

Dio was unusually tall, and even as he crouched on the table, he was almost at eye level with Taizheng Gutian when he stood.

This feeling of oppression made Tai Zheng Gu Tian unconsciously tighten the Nichirin Sword in his hand.

As an A-class member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Taisho Furuta would naturally not be frightened by this situation. Almost at the same time as Dio finished speaking, he had already drawn the Nichirin Sword in his hand.

"Breathing of Fire Form II: Rising Flame Sky!" Tai Zheng Gu Tian shouted in a deep voice, and the Sun Wheel Sword he was holding tightly burst into dazzling flames in an instant.

The blade suddenly slashed from bottom to top, leaving a trail of hot flames.

The flames tore through the air, making a whistling sound, accompanied by a strong smell of burning.

Tai Zheng Gutian stared at Dio's neck, as if he had foreseen the victory that this knife would bring.

Just as the blade was about to touch Dio's neck, Dio simply waved his hand lightly.

Taizheng Gutian only felt an invisible resistance suddenly coming, and the Sun Blade, which was originally as powerful as a bamboo, was suddenly fixed in the air, only three centimeters away from Dio's neck.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Tai Zheng Gutian widened his eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Dio gently placed his fingers on the flaming blade, and the flames made a sizzling sound when they came into contact with Dio's fingers.

Dio closed his eyes, a look of concentration on his face.

"A familiar energy, it seems to be a variation of the Ripple Breathing Technique."

The principle of ripple breathing is to generate ripple-like energy in the human body through a special breathing rhythm, thereby stimulating powerful vitality.

This power was originally created for the purpose of self-cultivation and the pursuit of immortality.

Although the outward manifestation of the Breathing of Flame demonstrated by Taizheng Gutian was very different from the Ripple Breathing Method, Dio was able to keenly capture their inner commonalities.

Dio withdrew his fingers, and the burned wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the astonished gaze of Taizheng Gutian.

Dio slowly stood up from the table, like a giant beast awakening from sleep, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

His height and physique formed an insurmountable barrier in front of Taizheng Gutian. The nearly 30-centimeter height difference and the sculpture-like majestic muscles made Taizheng Gutian feel unprecedented oppression.

In the face of this powerful momentum, Taizheng Gutian's hands, which were tightly gripping the Nichirin Sword, trembled constantly, as if telling of his inner panic and anxiety.

Taizheng Gutian felt like a lone boat on the raging ocean. The raging storm made him shaky and he could be swallowed up by the huge waves at any time.

Dio spoke again: "Tell me, boy, where did you learn the ripple breathing method?"

Taizheng Gutian clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and used the Fire Breathing Technique to gather all the strength of his body into the Sun Blade in his hand.

The flames on the blade grew more and more intense, as if trying to break free and engulf the entire restaurant in flames.

"Evil ghost! Die!" Taizheng Furuta roared and swung the burning Sun Blade towards Dio.

Chapter 72 The World!!!

Dio looked at Taizheng Gutian with a disdainful sneer on his face.

He felt as if he was watching a poor performance and found Taizheng Gutian's actions both ridiculous and pathetic.

"Haha, instead of running away, you're walking straight towards me?" Dio's tone was full of sarcasm and contempt.

“Breath of Fire - Vortex of Rising Flame.” Tai Zheng Gu Tian growled, concentrating all his strength on the Sun Blade in his hand.

He swung the sword, and with himself as the center, a large-scale vortex of flames instantly erupted.

This flaming slash was like an angry fire dragon, rushing towards Dio Brando with the power to destroy everything.

The roar of the fire dragon was deafening, and the temperature of the flames seemed to be able to melt everything, burning and distorting the surrounding air.

"The World!!!"

Dio's low roar echoed in the air like an ancient spell.

As the sound spread, an indescribable wave surged out from Dio's body, and invisible ripples spread layer by layer in the air.

Under the influence of this wave, all the colors around were instantly stripped away, and the world fell into a gray and white world.

The rolling flames and leaping flames beside Taizheng Gutian all lost their dynamics, as if they were frozen in a still painting.

The overturned tables and chairs also stayed in mid-air, no longer bound by gravity, and just floated quietly there.

At this moment, except for Dio, all the objects around him fell into a state of time standing still.

The whole world seemed to stop for him at this moment, and he was the only master of this still time and space.

Dio Brando took a slow step forward and calmly avoided Tai Zheng Gu Tian's fatal blow.

Every step seemed so leisurely, as if one was strolling in one's own garden.

'One second, two seconds, three seconds.'

In the still world, Dio had a playful smile on his face. He silently counted the time while observing Taizheng Gutian's expression which was frozen because of the stillness of time.

When Dio recited to the third second, the surrounding environment was like a painting infused with life, and suddenly returned to normal colors.

The shackles of time being still were ruthlessly broken at this moment, and the invisible shackles were destroyed in an instant.

The flames that had been suspended regained the power to wreak havoc. They danced wildly, continuing to devour everything around them along their previous trajectory.

The overturned tables and chairs seemed to be liberated, rolling and colliding on the ground again, making loud noises.

The flaming strike, with destructive force, broke through the roof of the restaurant, and the blazing flames devoured everything around it madly.

Dio frowned slightly, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the suppression of his own power.

"It only lasts three seconds? It's really horrible to be suppressed." Dio's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

After launching that attack with all his strength, Taizheng Gutian felt empty and tired.

Looking up, the place where Dio Brando had originally stood was empty, as if he had never appeared.

"Not bad, not bad! Such an aggressive application method is really amazing."

In Dio's eyes, although Tai Zheng Gutian's ripple power was weak, the fighting power he displayed was amazing.

This perfect combination of strength and skill made Dio develop a strong interest in the Demon Slayer Corps' breathing method.

You should know that normal ripple breathing focuses on self-cultivation, strengthening the body and delaying aging.

However, the Demon Slayer Corps' breathing method completely subverts this concept, bringing the power of ripples to the extreme, and everything is born for combat.

This breathing method is not only unhealthy for the body, but it actually increases the strain on the body. It is completely like drinking poison to quench thirst. The longer the battle lasts, the shorter the life span of the user will be.

This reckless fighting style shocked Dio. Even a madman like him had never seen such an extreme way of fighting.

After roughly understanding Taizheng Gutian's strength and breathing method, Dio slowly approached Taizheng Gutian, with a deep light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through all appearances and reach the depths of his soul.

He whispered softly, and every word seemed to have magic, slowly invading Taizheng Gutian's ears and seeping into his consciousness.

Under the influence of Dio's hypnosis, Taizheng Gutian's eyes gradually became empty and confused.

He seemed to be trapped in an endless dream, unable to extricate himself.

As Taizheng Gutian tells the story, Dio gradually unveils the mystery of this world.

He learned about the existence of evil spirits, the mission of the Demon Slayer Corps, and the secret of the breathing technique.

This information gave Dio a more comprehensive understanding of the world and also made him aware of some unusual things.

After understanding the general situation, Dio Brando suddenly threw a punch, and the powerful force instantly penetrated Tai Zheng Gutian's head.

Tai Zheng Gutian's body fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed out from his broken head, quickly staining the ground red.

Dio slowly stood up and walked to the window to overlook the scenery in the distance.

The breeze ruffled his hair, but it couldn't blow away the cold aura around him.

"Kid, don't let me pull you out." An evil smile appeared at the corner of Dio's mouth. This world was destined to have only one big villain, and that was him, Dio Brando.

In a secret hut in the Infinite City that was isolated by the power of Naruto, the waxing moons gathered together to discuss the future after the death of Muzan Kibutsuji.

Yu Hu's unique perception ability was like an invisible net, covering the entire room and ensuring that their conversation would not be interrupted by any uninvited guests.

Despite this level of protection, the atmosphere in the house seemed somewhat dull and depressing.

Hantengou lay on the ground and didn't want to participate in the discussion of this matter. He seemed indifferent to the death of Muzan Kibutsuji, as if it was just a storm far away.

Akaza, who was sitting on the futon, had an impatient smile on his face, as if he was tired of this kind of discussion.