Hero Simulator in Type-Moon, Chapter 49

"Bang~"

Blood splattered everywhere.

No one had expected Fujimaru Kyoya to appear. The Ronin Leader, heavily wounded, immediately lost his grip on the demonic blade, sending it clattering to the ground.

Fujimaru Kyoya slowly stepped forward and picked it up. The moment his hand closed around the hilt, he could already feel the killing intent within the blade.

It was less like a wild beast and more like a conglomerate of malice—without reason, without meaning, born solely to kill, existing solely to kill.

[You have grasped this blade. It feels as though it has fused with your flesh and blood. You can sense the sword's will, and you understand that this is the demonic blade you have been waiting for.]

[You have obtained the "Demonic Blade Murasame." You perceive the true essence of slaughter. Noble Phantasm unlocked.]

[Noble Phantasm "Thus I Cut" unlocked: Cut the afflictions before you, cut the confusion within your heart, bear the teachings of the World-Honored One, enact the tyranny of the Wisdom King.]

"Liaochen, you..."

Kong Xuan stared in disbelief at the man before him. He had thought that even if Fujimaru Kyoya was absent, at least the temple's legacy would survive. But now, everything was going up in smoke—barbecued, done for.

"Master, give me a moment. I'll settle this quickly."

"Liaochen, are you going to break the Precepts?"

Kong Xuan looked at Fujimaru Kyoya in disbelief. His hand had already gripped the sword hilt tightly. Though there was no killing intent, the resolve to kill had already solidified.

"Liaochen, leave now. You are someone with the potential to attain Buddhahood. Don't let a few petty thieves ruin your cultivation."

Though Kong Xuan was merely a monk from a small mountain temple, he had traveled widely in his youth and witnessed many grand scenes. That Demonic Blade Murasame was something he had found back then.

He had never seen anyone who could enter Meditative Absorption as effortlessly as Fujimaru Kyoya at such a young age.

A person like this undoubtedly had the chance to become a Buddha.

"Bastards, kill him! Take Murasame back!"

By now, the Ronin Leader had recovered. He glared at the blade in Fujimaru Kyoya's hand, an endless fury threatening to devour him. He cast aside all caution, wanting only to kill the man before him.

"Kill!"

The deafening war cries rang out nearby, yet Fujimaru Kyoya seemed not to hear them. Amidst the chaos, he once again entered Meditative Absorption.

The Buddhist Sutras say that within a single thought are ninety instants, and within each instant are nine hundred births and deaths.

For Fujimaru Kyoya, time was more than sufficient.

Within Meditative Absorption, Fujimaru Kyoya seemed to see the celestial Buddhas and gods looking down from on high, pointing fingers at his intention to kill.

But they did not know—Fujimaru Kyoya did not mind others pointing at him, but he greatly minded them pointing fingers at him.

Killing, Precepts, good and evil...

For the first time, Fujimaru Kyoya felt that the words of these so-called "Buddhas" were utterly vulgar. And to these lofty beings, he had only one reply.

"Heretics and Evildoers, blocking my path—thus... I cut."

Without a moment's hesitation, Fujimaru Kyoya swung his blade directly at the "Buddhas" before him. A blinding flash of light erupted, scattering those "Buddhas" in terror, revealing the ugly faces beneath their disguises.

Those were not Buddhas at all—they were merely Heavenly Demons trying to confuse Fujimaru Kyoya's mind.

When the light faded, only a single Bodhisattva remained in Fujimaru Kyoya's sight. "Thus I Cut" was aimed at those Heavenly Demons, so it naturally had no effect on a true Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva still sat with his back to him, doing who knows what.

"I ask the Bodhisattva: why do you sit in reverse?"

Fujimaru Kyoya voiced the question in his heart. This Bodhisattva had always faced away from him, unwilling to turn and look back. He wanted to know the reason.

"I see."

The Bodhisattva still did not answer, but Fujimaru Kyoya had already received his answer. He turned and left, vanishing from this space.

Mind-to-mind transmission—just now, Fujimaru Kyoya had obtained his answer.

I ask the Bodhisattva: why do you sit in reverse?

"I sigh that sentient beings refuse to turn back."

Fujimaru Kyoya's Meditative Absorption ended. The moment his eyes snapped open, he spun and struck. In that instant, the calm that had enveloped him shattered, replaced by an endless killing intent that devoured the man before him.

[You have completed the process from Meditative Absorption to killing. You feel that your meditation has finally become whole.]

[Talent "Limitless Zen" awakened: Execute destructive techniques with a compassionate heart. The Bodhisattva's mercy and the Vajra's wrath converge within you, allowing any technique's power to multiply exponentially.]

[You have finally broken free from the shackles of the Precepts. You have killed a man. You feel your blade rejoicing.]

[Talent "Man-slayer" awakened: Grants special attack against humanoid enemies. Special attack increases with the number of kills.]

Chapter 87: Forgiving Them Is Buddha's Business

The Ronin Leader's head thudded to the ground, while his headless body sprayed hot blood like a fountain.

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at the Demonic Blade Murasame in his hand. Beads of water seeped from the bloodstained edge, washing the blade clean. In moments, the sword gleamed like new.

The Ronin Leader had wanted to test the blade's authenticity with a living person. Now, he had his answer—he just hadn't expected to be the test subject himself.

No one had seen the full trajectory of that single slash. There was only a flash of light, and then it was over.

"Master, I'll finish cleaning up here soon."

"Liaochen, must you keep killing?"

Kong Xuan was indeed a compassionate monk. Even though these men had just tried to kill him, he still felt that now that Fujimaru Kyoya had slain the ringleader, everything could end.

The others could simply be handed over to the authorities.

"Master, that won't work. Even if we send them to the authorities, they won't be executed. They'll just be sent to the battlefield and turned into killing machines."

Fujimaru Kyoya wasn't speaking idly. For someone with the Heavenly Eye, there were few secrets in this world.

Right now, every feudal lord was troubled by Oda Nobunaga and her firearms. This island nation had little manpower to spare, especially in times of war. Killing a grown man with all his limbs intact was not something done lightly.

Leaving these men alive would only bring harm.

[You sense the ronin's anger. It comes from your contempt. But you feel no emotional fluctuation—after all, you always hold extra tolerance for those about to die.]

You know why what you say is correct? Because you're terminal cancer.jpg

Without a moment's hesitation, Fujimaru Kyoya swung his blade and lopped off the head of anyone who dared raise a sword against him.

At first, some still dared to strike at him. But when they realized no one could survive even a single exchange, fear finally set in.

"Wait! We surrender! We'll go to the authorities willingly! Great master, have mercy, please don't kill us!"

Sensing the gap in strength, some ronin immediately dropped their weapons and executed a flawless tiger-crouch surrender. Clearly, they had encountered this situation many times before, and their survival until now proved they had mastered this move.

But Fujimaru Kyoya's blade did not stop.

"Leaving you alive in this world would only drive up the price of rice."

"Wait—doesn't your Buddhist doctrine say that laying down the butcher's knife makes one a Buddha?"

"Indeed. But since you wish to become a Buddha, you must meet the Buddha himself. This humble monk will give you a hand—escorting you straight to the Western Paradise to see Him."

Fujimaru Kyoya had simulated so many lives. How could he not understand the principle of eradicating evil completely?

As for whether these men would actually meet the Buddha in the Western Paradise—that was none of his concern. Even if they ended up at the Great Thunder Temple's neighbor, the Great Thunder Bodhisattva Temple, and got torn apart there, it would be no more than they deserved.

"Liaochen."

When the last ronin fell, when blood covered the hall, when none of his fellow disciples dared step forward, the old monk Kong Xuan approached and looked at his disciple.

"You didn't have to do this."

Buddhism places great weight on cause and effect, on karmic retribution. Though Kong Xuan understood that Fujimaru Kyoya's killings were not evil, these ronin had families. When those families came seeking revenge, that would be cause and effect, that would be karma.

If Fujimaru Kyoya killed one less person, there would be one fewer avenger in the future. The chance to cultivate in peace would be that much greater.

"To kill is to protect life. To sever karma is not to slay men."

Fujimaru Kyoya's answer was straightforward. Killing these men was simply preventing them from killing others. But not everyone could say such words, nor act on them.

Who deserves death and who does not—how is that judged? To have such insight, one must at least be a Bodhisattva.

Fujimaru Kyoya was not yet a Bodhisattva. But he would strive toward that path.

"There are more people coming after these. This blade cannot stay here. Master, I must go down the mountain."

Fujimaru Kyoya activated the Heavenly Eye and soon saw people heading toward the temple. He had to take this demonic blade and leave—openly, in plain sight. Only then could he draw everyone's attention.

Their goal was the Demonic Blade Murasame. As long as Murasame left, this small temple meant nothing.

"Leave? Liaochen, you have chosen an extremely difficult path of cultivation."

Kong Xuan had said before: if becoming a Buddha is climbing a height, then upholding the Precepts is the ladder. The ladder restricts movement, but at least it gives a foothold.

Now, Fujimaru Kyoya had already broken the precept against killing. The other precepts would likely fall one by one. This was no different from losing all his tools and trying to climb.

Not only did he have no foothold, but he was also more likely to fall from the heights and shatter into pieces.

"I have the resolve. Please, Master, expel me from the sect. I will not drag the temple into this."

With these words, Fujimaru Kyoya sheathed the Demonic Blade Murasame and walked toward the direction with the most people. He would meet them face to face, let them know the blade was no longer in this remote mountain temple.

"Master, fellow disciples. We will not meet again."

Fujimaru Kyoya bowed to these familiar faces, then left without looking back.

[You leave this deep mountain. You know you will never return. What you must do now is sever ties with the temple.]

[You feel the thirst of the demonic blade in your hand. It has not tasted blood for so many years. The little blood just now was far from enough. It urges you to kill, but you remain unmoved.]

As expected, a demonic blade is far more troublesome than a Holy Sword.

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at the blade in his hand. Its material was unique, nearly indestructible. That was why Kong Xuan had only sealed it inside the Buddha Statue to purify it. Otherwise, today's trouble would never have happened.

Fortunately, Fujimaru Kyoya possessed the talent of Non-form. Such interference was nothing more than a laugh.

Name: Liaochen Gender: Male Strength: B Endurance: B Agility: B Mana: A

Luck: C

Noble Phantasm: A++

Heavenly Eye: EX

Able to perceive the signs of life, death, suffering, and joy among all beings in the three realms and six paths, as well as see all forms and colors in the world without obstruction.

Supernatural Footwork: EX

Unrestrained and unimpeded, moving as the heart desires.

Demonic Sword Companion: D

The demonic blade craves slaughter and blood. As the number of those slain increases, the Demonic Blade Murasame grows ever stronger.

Man-slayer: E

An expert in killing—a human who butchers humanity. Possesses a special attack against humanoid enemies, with the effect increasing as the kill count rises.

Limitless Zen: A+

Converge all killing intent, empty the mind to reach the realm of the buddhas and gods, then unleash it all at once. Even a single strike, after this process, will have its power multiplied.

Thus I Cut: A++

Cut the afflictions before the eyes, cut the confusion in the heart, uphold the teachings of the World-Honored One, enact the tyranny of the Wisdom King. When executed, it allows for numerous variations based on one's own understanding of the Buddhist Sutras.

Chapter 88: Innocent Monster 15/28

The Demonic Blade Murasame—if someone mentioned this blade a few years ago, it was mostly in ghost stories used to scare children.

But now, countless ronin and swordsmen speak of this blade, for it is no longer a legend or a tale, but a real, tangible existence. Someone has seen it and been slain by it, and at this moment, this blade is in...