《Demon Slayer : The Demon Plunderer》 Where Am I ? Haruto''s eyes flew open and he sat up quickly from the bed, feeling a mix of confusion and alertness at the same time. He hastily looked around and realized that he was in an unfamiliar room. The walls were made of wood and a small window high on one side was the the only source of light, which was barely brightening the room. A sense of unease washed over Haruto¡ªhe had no idea where he was. In this situation, Haruto''s mind went blank, overwhelmed by sheer confusion. But before he could gather his thoughts, he heard it¡ªa loud crash from outside, followed by a cacophony of muffled cries. From the noise, he can clearly tell it was complete chaos outside and it seems to be getting closer toward him¡ªfast. Haruto''s heart raced as fear gripped him. He quickly jumped to his feet, stumbling a little as he hurried over to the window and peered out into the dark, trying to see what was happening outside. What was causing all that noise? His mind was still racing with questions, a mix of anxiety and curiosity flooding his thoughts as he braced himself for whatever lay outside. Where was he? What was happening? Who had brought him here? But what Haruto saw next made his heart sink in an instant. It was a scene straight out of a horror story: houses were engulfed in flames and people were running in every direction, their faces twisted in terror. The air was thick with the sounds of screams and destruction, a setting that sent chills down his spine. A cold sweat broke out on the back of Haruto''s neck. He had no idea where he was or what was happening and the chaos outside felt utterly overwhelming. But he knew he couldn¡¯t just stand there. So after taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, he stepped out of the room. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of the chaos around him. Was it some kind of fire hazard? But the people running in every direction seemed terrified of something¡ªcould it be an animal attack? Or perhaps a terrorist strike? He had never witnessed anything like this before and fear mixed with confusion flooded his mind. Haruto felt a desperate urge to find some kind of answers but he didn¡¯t even know where to begin to start with. Then he saw it. A dark shape moving through the village, its massive form casting a long shadow in the flickering light of the flames around it. It looked like a monster straight out of a nightmare and a jolt of fear shot through Haruto. The monster rampaged through the village, its sharp claws tearing through buildings and people alike with terrifying ease. Haruto watched in horror as it ripped apart anyone who dared to cross its path, its eyes glowing with a sinister light. It seemed to revel in the chaos and destruction, thriving on the fear that surrounded it. For a moment, Haruto was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He stared at the fleeing crowd in front of him. Screaming and wailing, they looked as if they had witnessed pure hell¡ªand in many ways, they had. The faces of the people were drained of color, their expressions a haunting reflection of sheer terror. Suddenly, the monster leaped out from behind the crowd, its powerful limbs propelling it forward. In an instant, it snatched a boy running at the back of the crowd, catching him effortlessly. Rrrrip! Then like a thin piece of paper, the human body was easily split into two and dark red blood showered the humanoid monster like rain. Ignoring the chaos around it, the monster opened its mouth and began to devour its prey right there. Large chunks of flesh and blood disappeared in a single bite and Haruto could clearly see the monster''s body shifting, as if it were growing stronger with each bite it consumed. Then suddenly, as if sensing something, the monster stopped eating his prey. Its scarlet eyes locked onto a young boy standing nearby, frozen in a daze. Slurp! "Oh, what do we have here?" The monster taunted, licking its lips with a sadistic smile as it began to walk slowly toward Haruto. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.Haruto could do nothing but stare blankly at the approaching monster, which moved leisurely, as if it had all the time in the world. Panic surged through him, but his body felt paralyzed, caught in a web of fear and disbelief. What is happening? Where the hell is he? What is this monster in front of him? Haruto felt utterly lost. Though Haruto couldn''t make heads or tails of the situation, his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, prompting him to attempt to run backward. But as he took two steps, he felt that something was terribly wrong. His strides were too small, and he didn¡¯t seem to be getting any further away from the monster, as if he were trapped in a dream. Than as he looked down, what he saw made his mind freeze once again. What happened to his feet? Why were they so small? Even this body was clearly not his own. He was wearing ordinary linen clothing, with short legs and a frail frame¡ªcompletely the body of a teenager, a stark contrast to his 28-year-old self. As the realization of being in a different body hit him, a stream of memories began to flood his mind¡ªmemories of the body he now inhabited. Through these memories, Haruto can confirm one thing for sure: he was not in his world anymore, nor even in the same timeline. According to the memories flooding his mind, despite being from different times, their lives were surprisingly similar. Both were named Haruto and both were orphans. The only notable difference was that this Haruto had a girl childhood friend, someone Haruto felt like he should know even before this whole body changing shenanigan began. As for his friend''s situation, her family background is also very poor. Her parents were a disgrace in every sense. She often suffered beatings at their hands and several of her siblings had died directly due to her parents'' violence. To Haruto''s shame, the original host had been too much of a coward to defend her, choosing instead to ignore her suffering while he busied himself with small jobs, using them as an excuse to alleviate his guilt. Yet, Haruto couldn¡¯t bring himself to reproach the original Haruto, as he carried his own burdens of guilt from his previous life that weighed even heavier. The sins of the original Haruto doesn''t even come close to what he did to Ryota. Though it felt like an eternity had passed while he processed all this, in reality only a few seconds had gone by. Now with a little clearer understanding of the world he was in and a reluctant acceptance of the memories in his mind, Haruto still felt lost. But with the monster still coming toward him with a playful glint in its eyes, Haruto realized he doesn''t have the luxury to ponder about all that. The first thing he needed to do was survive for now. ''Thud!'' Haruto''s legs were caught by something and he fell hard to the ground. Blood splattered across him, making his already miserable state even worse. The monster was still walking leisurely toward him. Its gaze was playful, as if it wasn¡¯t in any rush to kill him. A chill ran through Haruto as he realized that it was just toying with him, like a wolf playing with its prey. Haruto fumbled around in a panic, his hand landing on something solid. It was a hilt of a sword. Haruto pulled it free from the bloody ground. As the moonlight hit the sword, it gleamed with an almost otherworldly beauty. At a glance, anyone could tell the sword was razor-sharp. For reasons Haruto couldn¡¯t explain, the moment he gripped it, a sense of familiarity surged within him. It was as though the weapon had always been a part of him, a piece he hadn¡¯t known was missing until now. He felt an inexplicable confidence¡ªas if he could do anything¡ªbut couldn¡¯t understand why. Next to the sword lay a body, the previous owner of the weapon. The person was wearing a uniform that felt oddly familiar to Haruto. D¨¦j¨¤ vu hit him again. He couldn¡¯t remember meeting the person or seeing the uniform, yet it all felt like something from a distant memory. Even the monster seemed familiar somehow. The rush of these feelings was overwhelming, making it hard for Haruto to think clearly. Shaking his head, Haruto forced himself to focus. Now wasn¡¯t the time to figure this out¡ªhe had to survive. He tightened his grip on the sword, trying to steady his trembling hands. ¡°Well, well,¡± the monster said in a mocking tone. ¡°The little brat wants to fight now huh.¡± Haruto gripped the sword so tightly his knuckles turned white, but his legs wouldn¡¯t stop shaking. Just moments ago, he¡¯d been safe in his room. Now, he was here, facing this nightmare of a situation. Fear clawed at him, making it hard to breathe. Part of him wanted to run, but he knew escape was impossible. Haruto raised the sword, pointing it at the creature. If he had to fight for his life, then so be it. Seeing Haruto¡¯s action, the monster grinned cruelly and was about to about to make a move. But it stopped abruptly, its gaze shifted to the left, as if sensing something. Haruto followed its gaze and saw a little girl curled up in the corner. Her eyes, bright like stars, seemingly gave empty and hollow feeling instead of the expected warmth and innocence. It was as if something important was missing. From Haruto''s own experience, he realized what was gone¡ªher human emotions. To Haruto''s horror her eyes shared an uncanny resemblance to Ryoto''s eye. But what shocked him more was recognizing her. She wasn¡¯t just any girl¡ªshe was the childhood friend of the body he now inhabited. Haruto¡¯s breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened as he looked at her clearly for the first time. Earlier, when the memories of this new body had overwhelmed him, he couldn¡¯t process everything. But now, it all clicked. The girl. The corpse. Even the monster. The sense of familiarity wasn¡¯t random¡ªit was painfully real. Though his memories of his past life were hazy due to the influx of information, one thing became clear: this world he had found himself in was none other than the world of _Demon Slayer_. And the girl in front of him, with her hollow yet starry eyes, was unmistakably Tsuyuri Kanao. The deal Haruto never imagined that his first meeting with Kanao would happen like this. As his gaze drifted toward her, he saw her bright, star-like eyes staring back at him. But instead of being filled with warmth or curiosity, they were empty¡ªcold and lifeless. It was as if all the emotions that made someone human had been stripped away, leaving only a hollow shell behind. Haruto froze, his breath catching in his throat. Those eyes weren¡¯t just empty¡ªthey were haunting. They told a story far darker than words ever could. At that moment, the memories he hadn¡¯t fully understand began to surface in his mind again. A picture slowly emerged, like a puzzle coming together: A poor, struggling family. Cruel, cold-hearted parents. A little girl subjected to relentless abuse. Kanao had lived her childhood in constant fear. Her parents¡¯ beatings were brutal and merciless. If not for her sharp instincts and quick reflexes, she might not have survived. But what made Haruto¡¯s chest tighten the most was the realization of how her emotions had been crushed. Whenever she cried or showed any weakness, her parents would beat her even harder. Over time, she stopped crying. She stopped feeling. She learned to suppress her emotions completely to avoid more pain. Little by little, she became numb, her ability to express herself slipping away until it was gone entirely. Haruto¡¯s grip on his sword tightened unconsciously as his heart ached for her. A heavy realization sank in¡ªthis body, the original Haruto, bore some of the blame. His inaction, his inability to step up, had left Kanao utterly alone. The original Haruto had been the only one who could have shielded her from the cruel world around them, the only one who could have offered her even a glimmer of hope. But his cowardice had failed her. Instead of being her protector, he had turned away, leaving Kanao to face the darkness on her own. Without him, there had been no one to bring even a sliver of light into her shadowed life. This wasn¡¯t the life someone as young and innocent as Kanao should have endured. A child as sweet and pure as her should have been cared for, loved, and cherished¡ªnot thrown into a pit of misery and cruelty. He could feel his emotions surging, an intense wave of anger and sorrow mixing together. This world was wrong¡ªso deeply, irreparably wrong. Haruto¡¯s thoughts swirled with conflicting feelings. Though he carried the memories of his previous life and those of this body, one emotion stood out above all others: He wanted to do something. No, he had to do something. For Kanao. For the girl who had endured far too much pain. For the girl whom he had abandoned in her worst moments. Haruto¡¯s grip on the sword tightened, his resolve hardening as memories of the other characters from Demon Slayer filled his mind. He couldn¡¯t just stand by and let things unfold the way they had before¡ªhe couldn¡¯t repeat the mistakes like he did with Ryoto or the original body did to Kanao. He didn¡¯t know how or when, but one thing was certain: he would change this world. He would rewrite the story¡ªif not for himself, then for the girl standing in front of him.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Suddenly the whole world seemed to pause in time. Everything¡ªthe monster, Kanao, the people running, even the flames licking at the houses¡ªfroze in place. Haruto himself was rooted to the spot, unable to move, with only his eyes still capable of shifting. Before he could process what was happening, golden words began to appear in the air before him, slowly as though written by an invisible hand. Haruto couldn¡¯t move his gaze away from them, mesmerized by the strange, almost enchanting glow they emitted. As an outsider to the fate of this world, the world wishes to offer you a deal as the only one capable of changing its miserable future. The fate of the original Haruto was to perish at the hands of the demon, but you¡ªan outsider¡ªhave already altered that fate. Since the world cannot interfere without a price, it offers you the ability to absorb the Blood demon arts of the demons after killing them. However, as a price, you will become an original demon. Additionally, you will be granted a bare minimum status screen to visualize the abilities of demons and your own. Your objective will be to survive for as long as possible, for your very existence will inevitably alter the course of fate. You may choose to reject the offer but without the offer your chances of survival are slim. While you possess innate talent with a sword, your current body is not strong enough to defeat the demon before you. Will you accept becoming a demon to change the fate of this world? Haruto wasn¡¯t sure what to feel. Just moments ago, he had been thinking of how he could change the story and now, it seemed the world itself was offering him an opportunity¡ªalbeit with a price. After a moment¡¯s thought, Haruto began to understand the situation. The Demon Slayer world¡¯s fate had already been set and it was a fate cruelly tilted in favor of the demons. His sudden appearance, as an outsider, was the best chance this world had at changing its fate. But then came the hardest part: was he willing to give up his humanity to change the fate of people he hadn¡¯t even known before an hour? He glanced at Kanao, her empty eyes staring back at him and in that moment, his decision became clear. He had already failed someone who had believed in him in his past life¡ªhe couldn¡¯t allow himself to fail again. Although Kanao¡¯s fate had already been sealed in the original story, her emotions locked away for years. If he helped her now, maybe¡ªjust maybe¡ªhe could alter her path, help her regain her emotions far earlier than in the original timeline. With his mind now set, Haruto whispered silently in his heart, ¡°I accept becoming a demon.¡± Haruto made his choice. Whether he wanted to or not, the situation before him left him with no other option. In a world like Demon Slayer, if you''re at the bottom with no strength, you never know when a demon might appear and rip away the happiness you''ve built. You can''t do a thing after becoming a corpse which was a rather common occurrence in this world. Rather than trying to hold on to his humanity and dying soon, Haruto would rather choose to become a demon. Even if he somehow managed to survive this fight, he couldn¡¯t guarantee Kanao¡¯s safety. And as the words had said, his very presence was already changing the course of fate, so now there''s no guarantee that Kanao will survive this incident. With a silent acceptance in his heart, the world around him began to move again. Haruto felt changes starting inside his body¡ªhis heart, once still, stopped beating for a moment before starting again, pumping new blood through his veins. Strength surged through him. His dark pupils shifted to gold and two short demon horns appeared on his forehead. It seemed the only visible signs of his transformation were his eyes and horns, for which he was immensely grateful. Moreover he felt more attuned to the Nichirin Sword in his hand, like he can visualize more ways to use it than before. Unconsciously, he swung it, feeling it as if it were a part of his body. So this is how it feels like to be a demon? Feeling the strength in his body, Haruto¡¯s mouth curved into a small smile and his golden pupils gleamed with an intense light. Without realizing it, the fear he had felt seemed to disappear. "Hmm, a demon?" In front of Haruto, the demon who had just devoured several humans stared at him in confusion. It could sense the same demon aura coming from Haruto, which puzzled it. Just moments ago, Haruto had been human¡ªso why did he now feel like one of them? ¡°How?¡± the demon growled. Haruto raised his head, meeting the demon¡¯s gaze, his voice calm and cold. ¡°I guess even the world can¡¯t tolerate your presence anymore, so it wants your death through my hand.¡± First Kill ¡°I guess even the world can¡¯t tolerate your presence anymore, so it wants your death through my hand.¡± Haruto spoke calmly, the transformation dulling his emotions for the moment. Grrr! ¡°We¡¯ll see soon enough who¡¯s going to die¡ªme, or a newborn demon like you!¡± The demon snarled, its voice dripping with rage. In an instant, it lunged forward with the speed of a cheetah, its sharp claws slashing at Haruto''s head. Demons have never been a group thing and only in special cases more demons stay together where the stronger demon leads the weaker ones. Usually there could only be one demon in a region and though they were of the same kind, this one had already decided to eliminate the smaller, weaker demon standing before it. In that moment, Haruto¡¯s golden pupils gleamed. With a swift motion, his hand moved to swung the sword with surprising strength. The Nichirin sword seemed to hum with life as it was swung, letting out a sharp, melodic cry. Whoosh! The sword slashed through the air, creating a ripple in the still air. As the ripple passed, it collided with an invisible force, bursting out into countless sparks with the sound of metal crashing. Clang! The Nichirin sword collided with the demon¡¯s claws. The claws which seems to be the Demon blood art of the demon were as tough as the Nichirin sword itself. In fact, the original owner of this sword, a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, had died facing these very claws. The two demons were locked in a fierce clash, face to face. If they were human, they would have been breathing each other¡¯s air. It was at this moment that Haruto truly saw the demon¡¯s face. It had the features of an adult man but its transformation had twisted those features into something terrifying. Its eyes were completely white and mucus dripped from its open mouth. When it opened its mouth, sharp, monstrous teeth glistened in the moonlight. Haruto stared at it, his eyes calm and focused. He was surprised by how unaffected he felt which seems to be from the transformation. If he had faced this demon before, he wouldn¡¯t have stood a chance. Now, as a demon himself, he could stand his ground with the enhanced strength. At that exact moment, a screen appeared in his mind, displaying information about the demon in front of him.
Name : Keita Ohno Abilities : >Immortality (Inferior) >Demon Claw (Blood demon art) >Healing Cons : >Sunlight >Wisteria >Curse (from Kibutsuji Muzan) >Nichirin Blades. --If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
Haruto¡¯s mind processed the information about the demon in front of him at lightning speed. Roar! ¡°Damn brat!¡± the demon growled, its fury palpable. From the moment it became a demon, its emotions had turned volatile and explosive. Blocking its initial attack with the Nichirin sword had only stoked the fire of its rage. The demon leaped back, then leaped forward again with more speed and ferocity. Its claws, gleaming under the moonlight, seemed even sharper and colder now, slicing through the air like razors. The murderous intent of the attack sent a shiver down Haruto¡¯s spine but he quickly steeled himself. It has more strength than me Haruto assessed his situation quickly. With his current strength, a direct clash would be suicide. Yet, the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed his excitement. If I can¡¯t stop it, I¡¯ll just redirect it. He bent slightly, gripping his Nichirin sword tightly. Sparks flew as the sword dragged against the ground, marking his charge toward the oncoming demon. ¡°Stupid brat...¡± the demon sneered, seeing Haruto¡¯s reckless advance. To the demon, this fledgling demon was either hopelessly naive or already out of his mind. As they closed in, the demon feinted left, its claw swiping with blistering speed toward Haruto¡¯s right flank. Haruto barely managed to react, pivoting mid-charge and bringing his sword up just in time. Clang! The Nichirin sword collided with the demon¡¯s claws, sending a shock wave of force rippling outward. Sparks erupted from the clash, and Haruto¡¯s arm trembled under the pressure. ¡°Not bad for a newborn,¡± the demon snarled, pushing harder. ¡°But you¡¯re still nothing!¡± The demon¡¯s other claw lashed out toward Haruto¡¯s unguarded side. Haruto twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the swipe, though the razor-sharp claws grazed his shoulder, drawing blood. Pain flared but he gritted his teeth, refusing to falter. With a swift counter, Haruto slashed horizontally, forcing the demon to leap back to avoid the sword¡¯s deadly edge. ¡°You¡¯re fast, I¡¯ll give you that,¡± Haruto said calmly, his voice devoid of fear. The demon¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Arrogant brat!¡± Without warning, the demon launched itself forward again, this time using its legs to deliver a bone-shattering kick. Haruto ducked under the attack, spinning on his heel to slash upward. The sword nicked the demon¡¯s arm, drawing a hiss of pain. ¡°You bastard!¡± the demon roared, its pride wounded. It struck with both claws, creating a whirlwind of slashes too fast for the eye to follow. Haruto¡¯s instincts kicked in, his movements almost automatic. He parried one strike after another, his sword flashing like silver lightning in the moonlight. But he was being pushed to his limit, each block and dodge taking a toll on his stamina. One claw finally broke through his defense, stabbing into his chest. ¡°Got you now!¡± the demon sneered, triumph glowing in its feral eyes. Haruto gasped as searing pain erupted in his chest. His vision blurred momentarily, but his grip on the Nichirin sword never wavered. So even demons feel pain... Blood dripped from his wound, pooling on the ground, but Haruto¡¯s golden eyes remained fixed on his opponent. The demon grinned. ¡°This is the end for you, brat.¡± ¡°Not yet,¡± Haruto whispered, his voice like ice. With a sudden burst of strength, he drove the sword upward in a sweeping arc. Crack! The Nichirin sword sliced through the demon¡¯s neck. Its head flew into the air, a look of shock frozen on its face. The power of the sun infused in the sword spread rapidly, consuming the demon¡¯s body. As the ashes scattered into the night, only the acrid stench of decay remained. Just before completely dissipating a golden light flew from it''s body to Haruto. Haruto knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding chest which was already healing. ¡°It hurts...¡± he muttered, his voice strained . ¡°Why do demons still feel pain? This is annoying.¡± He chuckled bitterly, his golden pupils glowing faintly in the darkness. So this is the cost of survival.. You got a new Blood demon art : >Demon claw. A demon¡¯s hand transforms into sharp, beast-like claws as hard as Nichirin Blades. These claws are deadly, capable of slicing flesh and shattering bones with ease. A sharp, crisp sound echoed in Haruto¡¯s mind. At that moment, he felt a shift in his hand, as though his thoughts alone could alter it. Curious, he extended his fingers, and in an instant, his once fair hand transformed, golden hues glinting on newly-formed claws. This was the ability of the demon he had just killed. The realization dawned on him¡ªby killing demons, he could acquire their Blood Demon Arts, just as the offer had promised. The thought sent a thrill coursing through him. This power is quite op with this he had taken a major step to survival and changing the fate of this world.