Chapter 1

The scorching sun is like blood, giving the prosperous port city of Yokohama a layer of magnificent colors, which looks particularly beautiful under the setting sun.

However, this beauty has nothing to do with the forgotten place of Leibo Street. The dim sunset did not bring any filter to it, but made it even more desolate and dilapidated.

Deep in an unknown alley, a young man appeared out of thin air under the shadow of a dilapidated wooden shed. He had long white oak hair, was dressed like a religious person, and held a golden folding fan in his hand.

Suddenly, he was teleported from a crowded comic convention to another strange place. Douma, who was cosplaying as a character from the anime of the same name and attending the convention, looked confused.

He looked around blankly, then stared down at his hands thoughtfully.

Those lavender nail plates that were originally pasted on for cosplay turned out to be real nails, emitting an abnormal cold glow when they were waved.

Not only are there abnormalities in the nails, but also the sudden increase in the five senses and the power surging in the body are reminding Douma that something has changed.

Something seems a little off, is he cosplaying???

In order to verify his guess, Douma took two steps forward and tentatively extended his right index finger forward, leaving the protection of the shadow and facing the sunlight.

Something unexpected happened.

The fingers that should have belonged to humans quickly turned black and carbonized after being exposed to the sun.

The intense pain instantly broke through Douma's psychological defenses: "Fuck, fuck, it hurts...? Eh - it doesn't hurt anymore?"

The screams stopped abruptly, and Douma awkwardly moved his 'resurrected' finger and said, "You recovered so quickly."

In almost the blink of an eye, the damaged fingers returned to their original white and slender appearance, without any signs of scars left, as if they had never been injured.

Indeed, as the second of the upper twelve demon moons, Douma is the third most powerful demon in Demon Slayer, and his body regeneration ability is amazing. Even if his head is cut off, it will grow back after being put back, not to mention just a finger.

After confirming that he was indeed cosplaying, Douma felt a little sad. Turning into a cannibal was too heavy.

Due to the power of the sun, he did not dare to leave his initial spawning location: a dilapidated wooden shed deep in an unknown alley. He could only explore the surroundings as much as possible under limited conditions, trying to figure out where he was now.

But before Douma could figure out what was going on, he faintly smelled a faint fragrance.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, and an indescribable fragrance penetrated into his internal organs through his mouth and nose.

The desire to eat instantly took over his mind, and Douma fell into a state of complete emptiness, unable to think.

Not far away, a ochre-haired boy wearing a dark green jacket and black pants paused slightly and looked diagonally to the right as if he sensed something.

Noticing his companion's pause, the black-haired boy pulled down the hood of his sweater, stretched his head and asked, "What's wrong, Chuuya?"

"No, it's nothing, let's go." Nakahara Chuuya said this and took a wrong step, walking to the right side of his companion.

Awakened by their voices, Douma barely regained his sanity and swallowed the sudden increase in saliva with difficulty. He discovered to his despair that he had an appetite for humans.

As the footsteps got closer, Douma saw two boys passing by the alley, wearing outfits that are common among modern teenagers.

He immediately began to suspect that this was not the style of clothing used in the era when Demon Slayer was set. This was a purely modern style no matter how you looked at it.

The two boys were about to walk away, and Douma didn't have time to think about it. He waved and called them: "Hello, can you come over here for a moment?"

Being suddenly stopped by a strange stranger, Zhongyuan Zhongye clicked his tongue impatiently. He knew that something troublesome was bound to happen.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked to the right, at a dilapidated wooden shed in the alley. There was a suspicious young man with long white oak hair standing in the shadows.

At just one glance, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't help but frown. His slightly chubby and still childish face was filled with vigilance, and his cobalt blue eyes were so sharp that they didn't seem like those of a teenager.

He looked inquiringly at the suspicious young man's eyes, which were gradually changing colors, and made a judgment in his mind: this guy who smiled so harmlessly was not a good person.

On the other hand, the black-haired boy at the side, perhaps because he was traveling with a reassuring protector, was a little wary of strangers, but his black eyes were like those of a defenseless lamb.

Looks stupid and deceptive.

Douma complained in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he showed a friendly smile to the black-haired boy who was obviously the weak point in defense between the two of them, and deliberately softened his voice to ask, "Sorry, I think I accidentally lost my phone. Can I borrow yours?"

The smile that carried a compassionate buff, coupled with a gentle tone without a trace of aggression, made the black-haired boy, who was originally shocked by the inhuman feeling of the young man and felt inexplicably frightened, relax his guard and his body was no longer stiff.

The black-haired boy's eyes met with the young man's for a moment, and he subconsciously looked away, not daring to look into the young man's eyes that seemed to be able to bewitch people. He threw his instinctive warning behind his head and nodded shyly.

Seeing that he agreed, Nakahara Chuuya, who was very wary of suspicious young men, frowned and reminded: "Shota."

The black-haired boy, who was still in his rebellious period, was a little unhappy because he was questioned by his peers. His instinct of not wanting to be controlled made him ignore the subtle sense of disobedience on the young man, and his last hesitation disappeared.

"I know." The black-haired boy waved his hand perfunctorily and walked quickly into the alley. He handed the phone to Douma and said, "My name is Haneda Shouta, what's yours?"

"Thank you." Douma took the phone and blinked innocently, pretending that he didn't notice the eye-to-eye exchange between the two boys. He picked an excuse that was not easy to be exposed and said, "I'm Douma, and I'm here for tourism."

Shota Hantian nodded: "No wonder, you don't look like someone who lives in Leibo Street."

"Leibo Street?" Douma repeated the place name in a low voice. It sounded familiar to him. He was sure he had heard it somewhere.

The attempt to stop them was ineffective, and Nakahara Chuuya, who was worried about his companions, had to follow them with his hands on his chest.

He watched the interaction between the two with cold eyes and sneered at what Shota said: There must be something wrong with this guy named Douma. Just from those cold eyes, you can tell that the other party is not a good person. Only Shota, that idiot, didn't notice it.

As Nakahara Chuuya approached, Douma finally identified which boy was the one who smelled so delicious. As expected, it was the boy who looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.

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Eating people is wrong! Eating people is wrong! Eating people is wrong!

Important things should be said three times.

Nakahara Chuuya was quick to notice that the eyes on him were very strange, and his intuition told him that Douma was plotting something bad, so he slowly clenched his hands in his trouser pockets: "Hey, what are you looking at me with?"

A threatening low voice echoed in the remote alley. Nakahara Chuuya, who was originally in a leisurely posture, stepped back one foot and slightly bent his body, ready to strike.

"Sorry, did I offend you accidentally?" Douma apologized hurriedly, but his expression did not match it.

Douma seemed a little apologetic, but from the perspective of Chuuya Nakahara, he only saw complete hypocrisy and a sense of discord that was off the charts.

Douma could feel that the atmosphere had become strange, but he didn't know what the problem was, so he could only try his best to smile and try to convey that he was harmless.

In the eyes of the other two, it seemed as if Douma wanted to influence everyone with his compassionate smile. As his inhumanity became more and more obvious, the atmosphere around him became more and more stagnant.

Especially in this afterglow that looked like the bloody sunset, the sense of déjà vu of the moment of encountering the devil was even stronger. Even Shota Haneda, who was deceived by Douma's appearance and had a good impression of him, couldn't help but shudder.

A layer of red light appeared on Nakahara Chuuya's body, covering his entire body, ready to attack at any time. However, due to the lambs beside him whose fighting power was almost zero, he, as the king of lambs, did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Haneda Shouta quickly grabbed Nakahara Chuuya's arm and hurriedly stood between the two of them to try to stop it.

It must be said that Shota, the one being protected, was half a head taller than Nakahara Chuuya, who stood up as the protector. When he blocked the way, the explosive atmosphere was immediately like a balloon punctured by a needle, and it disappeared in an instant.

After being interrupted like this, the red light on Nakahara Chuuya's body faded, and it was obvious that he was no longer in the mood to fight.

Things happened so quickly that Douma was unaware of what was happening and everything was over.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Hantian Shouta tried hard to find a topic to talk about. He looked at Douma's clothes and hat and said, "You are a religious professional, right?"

Douma was stuck. It seemed like it was, but it also seemed like it wasn't. He didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod his head to acknowledge it.

The body of 'Douma' is indeed the leader of Xie cult, and the leader of Xie cult is also considered a religious practitioner... right?

Seeing Douma nod, Hantian Shouta seemed to have finally found the reason. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No wonder you always have an extraordinary temperament, unlike ordinary people."

"Oh, an extraordinary temperament? It must be the temperament of a charlatan." Nakahara Chuuya sneered.

Nakahara Chuuya had already realized that Douma had no intention of fighting with him, but he was worried about the lamb under his protection hanging around in front of the other party, so in the end he had no choice but to drag Shota Takashita away in annoyance and stride away.

Even after being dragged away by the collar, Shota Hanada still waved goodbye to Douma: "Mr. Douma, see you next time."$$

"Goodbye." Douma waved back subconsciously. Even with his amazing hearing ability, he could no longer hear what the two were doing. Then he said to himself in confusion, "I, am not like an ordinary person?"