As the line of text faded away, a translucent panel appeared before Kamamara’s eyes.
It was almost absurdly simple.
[Eight Inner Gates Formation] [Gate of Opening: 5%] Almost at the same moment, a warm current swept through his entire body.
His injuries vanished completely, and every part of him was filled with a sense of strength he had never felt before.
It was not only his wounds that had healed.
His physical abilities seemed to have quietly improved a little as well.
Kamamara blinked, staring at the panel in confusion.
“So this is the standard cheat every transmigrator gets?
Isn’t it a little too bare-bones?” The moment he finished speaking, a stream of information poured into his mind, instantly letting him understand what this panel could do.
“Holy crap!
This panel can let me learn Might Guy’s Eight Gates?!” Kamamara’s eyes widened at once, and wild joy appeared on his face.
The function of the panel before him was simple.
By killing yōkai and absorbing their demonic power, he could fill the progress bar for the corresponding “Gate.” Once the progress bar was full, he could unlock one of the Eight Gates.
Step by step, he could master the complete Eight Inner Gates Formation, eventually opening the Gate of Death and unleashing the ultimate move, Night Guy.
And compared with the original Eight Gates Formation, the version provided by the panel was even stronger.
What it unlocked was the body’s own limiter.
It did not only work on chakra.
It was also effective on supernatural forces like demonic power and spiritual power.
More importantly, the panel used the demonic power gained from killing yōkai to increase the progress of opening the Eight Gates.
In essence, it was continuously strengthening his physical body so that he could meet the strict requirements for opening each Gate.
Only when his body reached the required level could he unlock the corresponding Gate.
Because of that, even if he eventually opened the Gate of Death, although the terrifying strain of the Eight Inner Gates Formation would still tear his muscles and shatter his bones, it would not directly kill him.
“Opening the Gate of Death actually… won’t kill me?” Kamamara’s pupils lit up, and the corner of his mouth spread into an excited grin he could not control.
Do not forget, he was a half-demon now.
For an ordinary human, such injuries would be enough to leave them bedridden for half a year.
But for the powerful body of a yōkai, half a day would be enough to fully recover.
“Was it because the last video I watched before transmigrating was of Might Guy opening the Gate of Death?
Is that why I got this cheat?” Kamamara muttered to himself.
In his mind, he could not help picturing the scene of Might Guy opening the Gate of Death and launching Night Guy.
“Might Guy’s Eight Gates.
That’s way stronger than this trashy Shikon Jewel.” Kamamara reached into his robe and took out the Shikon Jewel, looking at it with open disdain.
He knew very well how deep the Shikon Jewel’s pitfalls were.
In the story, whether human or yōkai, anyone who got involved with it never ended well.
The only reason he had kept the Shikon Jewel until now was because it could indeed increase his strength.
Judging from the battle just now, he was not particularly powerful as a half-demon.
Even dealing with that small-fry yōkai had taken some effort.
The previous owner had only managed to snatch the Shikon Jewel from a group of yōkai because of his speed and a lucky opening.
But the price had been heavy.
Although he had obtained the Shikon Jewel, the previous owner had ultimately died from his wounds, allowing Kamamara to transmigrate into his body.
They were both half-demons, but he and the protagonist Inuyasha were completely different.
Inuyasha’s father, the Great Dog Demon, had been a legendary daiyōkai who ruled the Western Lands.
The weapon Inuyasha held was Tessaiga, the yōkai blade left to him by his father, a sword that could cut down a hundred demons with a single swing.
It was practically the perfect starting package.
Kamamara, on the other hand, had inherited the blood of a Kamaitachi, an ordinary type of yōkai skilled in ambushes.
The scythe in his hand was not some demon blade either.
It was just a weapon forged from ordinary materials.
The only special thing about it was that this scythe had been given to the previous owner by his mother, and he had maintained it very well.
The previous owner had stolen the Shikon Jewel because he wanted to become human, but Kamamara had spent decades as a human in his previous life.
He had no desire to use the Shikon Jewel to make that wish.
His only reason for keeping it had been to increase his strength until he found another way to become stronger.
But now that he had the Eight Inner Gates Formation, his transmigrator cheat, how could he still care about something as cursed and dangerous as the Shikon Jewel?
“Not even a dog would use a trap like the Shikon Jewel!” Kamamara raised his hand and threw the Shikon Jewel away without hesitation, fully embracing his new favorite toy and discarding the old.
However, before the Shikon Jewel could even hit the ground, his vision suddenly darkened.
A huge shadow abruptly fell over him.
Kamamara jerked his head up, and his pupils shrank.
A giant oni with crimson skin and bulging muscles was descending from the air.
The black iron club in its hand tore through the wind, rapidly enlarging in Kamamara’s eyes.
“Boom!” The red oni’s feet slammed heavily into the ground.
Its club smashed into the earth with brutal force.
Amid a deafening roar, spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the ground, and shattered stones flew everywhere.
The corpse of the spider yōkai nearby was blasted into a pulp by the shockwave.
Blood and scraps of flesh splattered across the ground.
Kamamara rolled aside in a sorry state, narrowly dodging the attack.
The moment he steadied himself, he met the red oni’s savage, killing eyes, each one as wide as a bronze bell.
This guy had left a very deep impression in the previous owner’s memories.
His name was Akaoni.
He was a powerful oni-class yōkai.
The previous owner had only managed to steal the Shikon Jewel from him by catching him off guard.
Now, he had clearly come for revenge.
“Damn half-demon!
Die!” Akaoni roared.
Surging demonic aura gathered into black clouds, instantly covering the sky.
“Rumble!” A thick bolt of lightning fell from above, striking straight toward the fleeing Kamamara.
“Crap!” Kamamara instantly pushed his demonic power to the limit.
The whirlwind around him swelled, and his speed rose to its peak, barely allowing him to avoid the lightning pillar.
Scorching thunderlight scraped past his body and exploded into a cloud of smoke and dust.
The powerful shockwave sent him flying.
He crashed heavily to the ground and rolled several times.
Before he could climb back up, the sound of something tearing through the air came again.
A huge boulder whistled toward the place where he had just been.
Kamamara’s face changed sharply.
Ignoring the pain in his body, he threw himself to the side.
The boulder crashed down, and the shattered fragments it sent flying cut a bloody line across his cheek.
He looked up.
The thunderclouds in the sky were still flashing with lightning.
The next bolt was already ready to fall.
Then he looked at the demonic aura around Akaoni.
It was several times stronger than in the previous owner’s memories.
Clearly, the oni had been driven into a complete rage.
“What did this guy eat?
He wasn’t this ridiculous before!” Kamamara gritted his teeth as he looked at Akaoni, who was radiating chilling killing intent.
In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.
The Shikon Jewel he had thrown away earlier had been picked back up by him during his escape.
At this moment, it was clenched tightly in his palm.
“Shikon Jewel… fine, you win!” He bit down hard and slapped the Shikon Jewel against his chest.
“A dog wouldn’t use it, but I will!” A miraculous scene occurred.
The instant the Shikon Jewel touched his chest, it immediately merged into his body.
“Thump!
Thump!
Thump!” The violent sound of his heartbeat exploded beside his ears.
A savage killing intent frantically grew in the depths of his heart, almost crushing his reason.
Kamamara’s eyes instantly changed from gold to blood-red.
Eerie blue demonic markings appeared on his cheeks.
The yōkai blood in his body was fully activated, and his demonic power surged like an erupting volcano.
“This thing… really isn’t anything good!” He clenched his teeth, struggling desperately to keep himself from being swallowed by the killing intent.
Perhaps it was the strength of his soul after transmigration, or perhaps the spiritual power from his priestess bloodline was suppressing it, but he barely managed to maintain his clarity.
“Crack!” Another bolt of lightning thundered down, aimed directly at Kamamara, who stood motionless in place.
Just as the lightning was about to touch him, Kamamara’s figure turned into an afterimage and vanished on the spot.
Not only did he not retreat, he used his skyrocketing demonic power to push his speed to the extreme, charging straight toward Akaoni.
The giant scythe in his hand drew a sharp, cold arc as it cleaved toward the oni’s neck.
“Clang!” The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and dazzling sparks scattered.
Kamamara felt his hands go numb.
It was as if his scythe had struck steel.
Only half the blade managed to sink into Akaoni’s neck before it could go no farther.
“This hard?!” His expression changed drastically.
The next second, a sharp whistling sound came toward him.
Akaoni’s claws, carrying a foul wind, swiped straight for his head.
Kamamara reacted extremely fast.
He kicked Akaoni hard in the cheek, using the recoil to steady himself.
The muscles in his arms bulged as he forcibly pulled the scythe out of the oni’s neck, then reversed his grip and slashed at the incoming claws.
“Crack!” A crisp breaking sound rang out at the same time as sparks burst into the air.
The scythe in his hand finally could not withstand such enormous force.
It snapped in half from the middle.
But two of Akaoni’s claws were also cut cleanly at the base, and foul oni blood sprayed out.
Kamamara did not pause for even an instant.
Using the impact, he shot backward, crossed the small river behind him, and plunged into the dense mountain forest.
Only Akaoni’s furious roar remained behind him.