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It gave the evil spirit no chance to react or be reborn!
The first ray of light cleaved through the skull!
The second afterimage was like a meat grinder storm, frantically cutting and slicing through the confined space at an extremely high speed!
Flesh walls, eyeballs, tentacles, floor, counters... everything in sight!
Both the demon's flesh and blood manifestation and the shop's original structure shattered and exploded under this violent slash!
*Plop!* *Splat!* *Splash!*
Countless sounds blended together, creating a symphony of destruction!
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn you, Demon Slayer, you're not a Pillar! How can you be so strong!"
The evil spirit howled in agony and cursed incessantly.
Akira Moriyama was completely dumbfounded.
I knew you were good, but I never imagined you were this damn good!
"I don't want to hear the villain's dying words! Damn it!!!"
As Ryosuke's figure darted around, the final strike of the triple combo roared in!
"Take a hit from me!"
The last large chunk of flesh exploded under the raging lightning.
The evil spirit howled in agony and turned to ashes.
The moment the carousel started, Ryosuke walked towards Akira Moriyama without even looking.
"Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay."
Akira Moriyama shook his head blankly.
Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to the mental attacks of the nightmare, this evil spirit is far more troublesome.
Ryosuke was able to win entirely because of the advantage of the field and Raiho's speed and explosive power.
[Slayed the final-tier evil demon Blood Defiler, gaining 5 years of lifespan. Current remaining lifespan: 13 years and 345 days.]
Ten years is enough to live!
Ryosuke shouted excitedly in his heart.
[Host lifespan detected to be sufficient; should ten years of lifespan be spent treating the failing liver?]
Ryousuke gritted his teeth and nodded.
[Ten years of life expectancy have been deducted, leaving the host with 3 years and 345 days of life remaining. The failing liver is healing~ Hehe~]
That damned electronic sound still carried a gloating, lighthearted tone.
"Damn it..."
Ryosuke cursed the system again.
A full ten years of lifespan!
This is the result of his hard work, cutting countless small bread rolls!
This damn system is absolutely awful! It's completely corrupt!
Instantly, a warm current surged out.
Like a sweet spring in early spring, it washes over your limbs and bones with boundless vitality, cleansing every tired meridian.
Ryosuke grunted and instinctively straightened his back.
That warm current eventually gathered, settled, and took root under the right side of his ribs!
That place was once the site of a lesion that exuded a sense of hidden pain and exhaustion.
At this moment, the original sense of heaviness disappeared!
Ryosuke felt as if he had been freed from the shackles he had carried for many years, and his body felt lighter than ever before.
Every breath became incredibly smooth, without any feeling of stagnation. Power surged through my veins, filling me with unprecedented vitality.
He couldn't help but clench his fist tightly, his knuckles making a crisp "crack" sound.
Power! Abundant power!
This feeling... is fucking awesome!
"Ryo...Ryosuke-san?"
Akira Moriyama called out to him, his voice tinged with lingering fear as he accused, "You...you kicked me in on purpose, didn't you?"
"if not?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, his tone smug: "Are you expecting this thing to turn the whole street into a buffet?"
"Someone has to seduce him, make him think that the prey has taken the bait before I launch a sneak attack. See how effective that is?"
Ryosuke shrugged.
Akira Moriyama was speechless as he looked at the mess around him, his voice filled with grievance and lingering fear.
"But...but you almost killed me! That monstrous thing nearly strangled me to death! I thought you..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense."
Ryosuke interrupted his indignant accusations: "You won't die. Let's find a place to clean up. This smell is ruining my new liver."
Akira Moriyama was speechless at his self-righteous attitude and could only follow behind dejectedly.
The remaining lights in Yamagata Prefecture flickered in the night.
The two found a simple izakaya that was still open, and under the owner's slightly frightened gaze, they asked for hot water and towels to simply wipe the filth off their bodies.
Ryosuke specially bought a pot of the cheapest cloudy sake.
When the ceramic bowl was placed in front of him, Ryosuke stared at the slightly swaying murky liquid inside, momentarily lost in thought.
In his previous life, he was an unwanted, shut-in office worker.
Life is often unsatisfactory, and Ryosuke would occasionally buy a few cans of ice-cold beer, eat takeout, and numb his senses with alcohol in the dim light of the screen in his rented room.
There's nothing we can do; life always seems to throw curveballs at us.
If you can't resist, you can only obediently enjoy it.
I really can't survive without some bad habits.
Having transmigrated to this world, from the moment I opened my eyes, the shadow of death clung to me like a maggot.
This dilapidated body even seemed to breathe with decay.
Alcohol? That's absolutely forbidden, don't even think about it.
But now...
Ryosuke picked up the bowl and took a big gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
The spicy liquid rushed down his throat, causing Ryosuke to cough.
The liquor of that era was naturally different from that of modern times; the production process was crude, and it was very strong.
Akira Moriyama couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ryosuke-san, is this your first time drinking?"
Ryosuke ignored him and took another swig.
Akira Moriyama also poured himself a bowl of soup, trying to calm his nerves.
After a few bowls of strong liquor, his grievances and lingering fears were completely transformed by the alcohol into an incessant urge to confide in others.
"Ryosuke-san, you have no idea!"
He slammed his hand on the table, his tongue tumbling out: "When that thing's tentacles wrapped around me, their strength was terrifying!"
"My mind went blank. I thought, 'It's all over. I haven't even gotten married yet, and I haven't even taken care of my master in his old age...' I thought you were really going to sell me! My heart sank!"
Ryosuke didn't reply, he just smiled.
Akira Moriyama hiccuped, his eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion.
"And then...and then you rushed in! That lightning...whoosh whoosh whoosh! It was like cutting melons and vegetables!"
"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Ryosuke-san! You'd protect me even at the cost of your life, right? I knew it! Waaah..."
He became more and more emotional as he spoke, and eventually he even started wiping away tears.
This was clearly an emotional outburst fueled by alcohol, causing Ryosuke to take his words "I won't die" as a promise of life and death.
Ryosuke paused for a moment, holding the porcelain bowl, and looked at the guy in front of him who was so moved that his lips twitched.
"You're overthinking it. It's just that your top-tier luck buff is too overpowered. Even the King of Hell would shake his head and find it hard to die."
But seeing Moriyama Akira's simple-minded look, Ryosuke swallowed his words.
Forget it, let it be a misunderstanding. It'll save us the trouble of explaining.
But in Moriyama Akira's eyes, this silence was interpreted as tacit agreement.
"Ryosuke-san! From now on, you're my brother! I, Moriyama Akira, would be a monster if I even flinched, even if it meant going through fire and water for you!"
Chapter 20 I just did what you would have done.
Akira Moriyama, patting his chest, drunkenly made a bold statement.
As the saying goes, a man can be three parts drunk, and his performance will bring you to tears.
Ryosuke didn't mind and just smiled and brushed it off.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
The noise of the izakaya was gradually shut out behind us.