The man who had been pinned down by the Scribe burst into laughter, his brows furrowed with sarcasm.
"You are only fit to be my bait!"
However, the Scribe, who had been frowning, suddenly smiled after hearing this.
"I see, that's how it is."
The Scribe stopped holding back and twisted the book with force.
"Click"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the swordsman's arm was broken by the Scribe.
Even so, the swordsman showed no sign of pain.
This confirmed the Scribe's suspicions.
"Brain Food, I must say, you played your trick quite well this time."
"What kind of brain food?"
A flicker of fear crossed the swordsman's face, though it was fleeting, it was still caught by the Scribe.
"As expected, the one I killed that day was not your true form."
"In fact, what's in front of me right now should just be an avatar."
As he spoke, the Scribe grabbed the swordsman's forehead and yanked hard.
"Splash!"
In an instant, the swordsman's skull was opened, and a foul stench wafted out.
As expected, the Scribe did not see any blood or white brain matter.
Inside the swordsman's skull were only a few swollen, white tentacles.
"Snort!"
With a cold laugh, the Scribe then raised his fist and brought it down hard.
The hard skull didn't even last a second against the Scribe's fist before being shattered.
The swordsman's body fell straight to the ground with a violent jerk.
The tentacles inside the skull struggled to crawl out and toward the nearest ghost.
But the Scribe wouldn't let him succeed, and with a swing of his sword, he cleaved him into pieces.
After doing all that, he looked around at the Demon Slayer and demons.
"I don't need to explain what you are, do I?"
Seeing this, the Gyokko in the tree was filled with great doubt in its small eyes.
"What is that thing? Is it a ghost?"
No wonder I felt something was off before; it turns out these ghosts and swordsmen were being controlled by another ghost.
"Wrong!"
Suddenly, Gyokko thought of a question.
Fighting between ghosts is pointless because it cannot cause any effective damage.
If that's the case, how did that ghost manage to devour the ghost's brain and control its body?
"How did you find out?"
Upon seeing that the Scribe had discovered his true form, "Brain Food" no longer concealed himself.
"I thought I had covered it up very well."
"It's very good."
"I did not deny it," the Scribe said.
"However, you let it slip."
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"Did you let it slip?"
One of the ghosts paused, then a look of confusion appeared on its face.
"At first, I really thought these Demon Slayer the demons."
"But then you said something that made me realize something."
"You said, 'You are only fit to be my bait.'"
Upon hearing this, the ghost's eyes widened instantly.
Even though there was only the Scribe, he uttered the words "you all".
This shows that from the very beginning, I did not place myself in the position of either a human or a ghost.
In the Scribe's memory, the only person who would say such a thing was the "brain food" he had encountered before.
They eat brains when they come across them, regardless of whether the person is human or a ghost.
"Although I don't know how you manage to control ghosts, now is not the time to think about that."
His expression gradually turned cold as Scribe spoke.
"Are you coming here to die, or am I going to take your lives?"
There was no answer; all the Demon Slayer and demons simply laughed.
"Just as I thought, Number 013 died at your hands."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't know so much about 'brain food'."
"What a pity, I was hoping to taste your brain."
The tallest of the ghosts stepped forward and opened its skull.
Hidden within are creatures similar to the "brain food" the Scribe had encountered before.
However, this brain-eating food looks much smaller.
"I am Number 005, hello, Scribe."
"I have no interest in what your number is."
"But I'm very interested in you."
It touched its own body with its tentacles, much like a human touching their chin when thinking.
"Among these bodies, humans respect and worship you, while ghosts despise and fear you."
"I'm curious, how did you do that?"
The response to Brain Food #5 was a slash imbued with flames.
However, Brain Eater seemed to have anticipated that the Scribe would do this, and allowed the slash to pass through its body.
In an instant, the ghost's body was set ablaze, like a burning torch.
Soon, a human-shaped charred body appeared where he had been standing.
Are you satisfied now?
A Demon Slayer stepped forward, opened his skull, and revealed a brain that was exactly the same as the one he had just seen.
"Another one?"
With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe couldn't help but think.
"Is there a lot of brain food here?"
But he quickly abandoned the idea.
If there really is a lot of brain food involved, based on my understanding of him, I shouldn't have taken such action.
In other words, are these brain foods also clones?
Are they all clones of that Brain Food Number Five?!
A clone of a clone?!
"You seem confused, so let me explain it to you."
The newly emerged brain food controlled the Demon Slayer's body and spoke slowly.
"I am different from Number 013. I never like to put myself in dangerous situations."
"Among these bodies you see, some contain my clones, and some are just parts of me being controlled."
"As for where my true form is, you can guess, haha!"
Without saying a word, the Scribe charged forward and slashed at the ghost closest to him.
The ghost offered no resistance, allowing the Scribe to sever its head.
After landing, the ghost still had a smug smile on its face.
Upon seeing this, the Scribe couldn't help but feel a bad premonition.
But when asked to elaborate, he couldn't explain it clearly.
"Kill them all, kill them all, as long as you're happy."
All the Demon Slayer took a few steps back and hid behind the demon.
These ghosts charged at the Scribe relentlessly, seemingly unafraid of death.
Even though these ghosts were quite powerful, they still couldn't hold out for long against the Scribe.
Before long, all the ghosts were killed.
Limbs and blood were scattered all over the ground, slowly disappearing.
"What exactly is his purpose in doing this?"
While committing the killings, the Scribe did not forget to ponder the purpose of Brain Food's actions.
Even if these Demon Slayer and demons come forward together, it will be difficult for them to inflict effective damage on him.
Not to mention, they take turns going up one by one, which is similar to a one-on-one fight.
In his words from his previous life, this is a classic example of the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.
Go deliver them one by one!
"This brain-eating food isn't very smart?"
No, judging from our interaction just now, this brain-eating creature should be even more cunning and treacherous than the previous one.
If that's the case, there must be a purpose behind doing so.
The unease in his heart grew stronger, and a few beads of sweat appeared on the Scribe's forehead.
"As expected of the Scribe, his strength is even greater than these people imagined."
The Demon Slayer clapped his hands, and everyone's face lit up with a happy smile.
If it weren't for this setting, this genuine smile would have seemed like a congratulatory gesture.
But the Scribe knew very well that things were not that simple.
"Then, let's move on to the next step."
After clapping, the Demon Slayer closed the skull and drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.
The other swordsmen did the same, pointing their weapons at the Scribe.
"Scribe, you have actually murdered your own people! This is a serious violation of the team's rules!"
One of the Demon Slayer' expressions changed, turning into one of extreme rage.
Judging from his expression, it seemed as if he had truly witnessed the Scribe slaughtering humans.
The other Demon Slayer also changed their expressions, some cursing, some disappointed, and some indignant.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a medley of Scribe.