Lin looked at Kamado Kie, who stood full of fear and wariness, and quietly took a few steps back.
He was well aware of Madam Kamado’s combat prowess.
To protect her children, Kamado Kie had once headbutted a wild boar unconscious.
With his small frame, he might not be able to withstand her headbutt.
“Who are you?
Why did you suddenly appear in my house?” Kamado Kie demanded in a low voice.
Lin opened his mouth but did not know how to answer.
He could not exactly tell Madam Kamado the truth—that he was actually a cosplayer.
While cosplaying as Yoriichi Tsugikuni at a convention, he had suddenly transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer.
Lin subconsciously looked at the mirror behind Kamado Kie.
Despite the deep darkness outside, he could clearly see his current appearance.
Deep red hair, a red haori, dark red marks on his forehead, and Hanafuda earrings with a sun pattern on his ears.
A wooden cosplay sword hung at his waist.
That’s right.
He was still in his Yoriichi Tsugikuni cosplay from the convention.
Coupled with his sudden appearance in the Kamado household, he feared that no matter how he explained it, Kamado Kie would not believe he had no ill intentions.
Lin could only say helplessly, “Madam, although I can’t explain why I’m here, I’m really not a bad person.
Don’t worry, I’ll leave right now.” Noticing that Kamado Kie was warily staring at the sword at his waist, Lin immediately explained, “See, this sword of mine is actually made of wood.” As he spoke, he drew the sword from his waist.
However, the heavy weight in his hand and the sharp blade made him freeze on the spot.
“Wait, isn’t this thing a wooden sword for cosplaying?
How did it become the real deal?” Not only that, but as he drew the sword, a Line of small text popped up before his eyes.
[Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s Blade (Replica) Grants partial Bright Red Nichirin Sword effects when equipped.
After merging with Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s Blade (Genuine), grants full Bright Red Nichirin Sword effects when equipped] Lin’s eyes widened instantly.
Refusing to believe it, he grabbed his own hair.
A few deep red strands fell into his hand, and he felt the tug on his scalp.
He raised his hand again and rubbed the mark on his forehead vigorously.
However, not a single trace of pigment stained his fingers.
Lin was stunned.
The sword, the mark, and the hair—these were clearly his makeup and props.
How did they become real after transmigrating?
As if sensing Lin’s bewilderment, another Line of small text popped up before him.
[Current Cosplay Character: Yoriichi Tsugikuni] [Current synchronization: 10%.
Preliminary mastery of Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s various abilities.] Holy cow, is this a “Cosplay-to-Reality” system?
If the synchronization reached 100%, wouldn’t he truly be able to replicate the strongest combat power in the Demon Slayer world, Yoriichi Tsugikuni?
While Lin was still thinking, he heard Kamado Kie shout in a low voice, “Please leave immediately!” As she spoke, Kamado Kie had already assumed a stance as if she were about to headbutt him.
Lin understood that his sudden drawing of the sword just now clearly signaled danger in Kamado Kie’s eyes.
And his actions—pulling his hair, rubbing his forehead, and then bowing his head in deep thought—suggested he was mentally unstable.
Taken together, in Madam Kamado’s eyes, he was a dangerous lunatic.
He could only move slowly toward the door with gestures that hopefully would not cause a misunderstanding.
“I’m leaving now,” He whispered.
However, the moment Lin opened the door, he locked eyes with a man wearing a black suit and a white fedora.
At this moment, Lin had only one thought in his mind: “Holy crap, I’ve seen a ghost!” Muzan Kibutsuji walked along the path of Mount Kumotori.
The deep snow on the road was enough to make walking difficult for ordinary people, but for him, the Demon King, it had no effect at all.
He looked at a small wooden hut nearby and muttered to himself, “An old man, and a child.
Tch, utterly boring.” For an ordinary demon, this would definitely be a good hunting target.
But as the Demon King, he was no longer interested in hunting humans.
Instead, he was obsessed with experiments.
For a thousand years, he had been unable to find the Blue Spider Lily that would allow him to no longer fear sunlight.
So, Muzan Kibutsuji changed his approach.
He bestowed his blood upon humans to see if they could evolve the ability to withstand sunlight.
If one did, he would devour that demon to finally become a perfect creature.
But humans were simply weak, fragile creatures.
Most humans who received his blood would only turn into a puddle of flesh.
Muzan Kibutsuji looked casually toward the mountaintop.
The vibrant aura of life coming from there actually piqued his interest.
“Five children and one adult woman.
I might as well do one last experiment.” As he drew closer, Muzan Kibutsuji suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He vaguely sensed that in that house, there were not only children and a woman but also a presence that had mastered a Breathing Style.
“Tch, a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps?” Muzan Kibutsuji stopped, his eyes filled with mockery.
“Another one of those overconfident fools, but they do make for interesting experimental material.” These Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen might be a threat to ordinary demons.
But in his eyes, they were nothing more than a group of interesting experimental materials.
After all, for over a thousand years, only…
His face suddenly became exceptionally gloomy, and veins even bulged on his forehead.
He remembered that man again—Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
A mere human had actually forced him to flee in pathetic disgrace.
Muzan Kibutsuji strode toward the house, still muttering to himself, “I was originally going to use you for an experiment.
But since you made me remember that man, I can only torture you to death.
I almost forgot, I can’t let those children see you being tortured.
It would scare them.
How about I kill those children first!” At this thought, Muzan Kibutsuji’s face was filled with a joyful smile.
He could almost see the swordsman waiting in despair under his torture.
However, just as he approached, he found that the door had been opened.
Muzan Kibutsuji looked up and instantly saw a head of long, deep red hair.
Shifting his gaze downward, he saw the dark red marks on the other person’s forehead.
In an instant, Muzan Kibutsuji’s breathing stopped.
Even his pupils were trembling.
Long deep red hair, the marks on the forehead…
The pathetic scene from three hundred years ago surged back like a flood.
Muzan Kibutsuji’s gaze continued to move.
He clearly saw the pair of Hanafuda earrings with the sun pattern.
Finally, Muzan Kibutsuji’s gaze froze on the other person’s entire face.
That face was actually identical to the Yoriichi Tsugikuni in Muzan Kibutsuji’s memory.
The seven hearts inside his body stopped beating at the same time.
And his five brains gave birth to the same thought: “Holy crap, I’ve seen a ghost!”