An Era of Great Chaos

"Gyomei, you look really pathetic right now."

As the strongest Stone Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, Himejima Gyomei has the most chains on his body.

Each chain was connected to an iron ball at its end, totaling nearly ten.

Upon hearing the Scribe's voice, Kyojuro immediately became excited.

"Mister Scribe, is that really you? Haha!"

"Kyojuro, you're still the same as before."

A faint smile appeared on his face. With a single slash of his sword, Scribe shattered the prison door in front of him.

With another swing of his sword, the chains binding the three pillars snapped.

"I still have the strength to walk. I've dealt with those guys, so I can go out without worry."

After saying that, the Scribe turned around and walked towards another cell.

"I'm going to save the others."

As he watched the Scribe's departing figure, the excitement on Kyojuro's face gradually faded.

"I feel like Mister Scribe has become somewhat indifferent."

"He's still bothered by that incident."

"Bang!"

Himejima Gyomei clasped his hands together again, the prayer beads in his hands clinking together, making a heavy sound.

"We have let him down."

"Over the years, because of the Mister Scribe, we have underestimated the power of ghosts."

"If we had believed him sooner, things might not have turned out this way, with everyone knowing about it now."

Feng Yan and the other two pillars remained silent, for they knew it was the truth.

The Scribe rescued the remaining people from several other cells.

Most of the swordsmen were in relatively good condition, but their bodies had weakened somewhat from being confined in a dark environment for so long.

The remaining people only had minor illnesses that required simple treatment.

However, two of them have more serious conditions.

First, there is Amane Ubuyashiki, Yaozai's wife.

She had not learned Breathing Technique and her physical condition was relatively poor.

After such a long and arduous journey, his complexion had become extremely pale.

If not treated promptly, it could be life-threatening.

When he looked at the second patient, the Scribe paused for a moment.

"Kanae Kocho, what happened to you?"

"Scribe, sir..."

Kanae Butterfly raised her head slightly, and only when she realized that the person in front of her was the Scribe did a glimmer of light appear in her dim eyes.

"Where is Ren? Has Ren seen you? Did she escape alive?"

In the lead-up to Kanae Kocho's arrest, she began to worry about her younger sister who was away from home.

As time went on, this worry gradually evolved into a psychological ailment.

The constant worry caused her physical condition to decline rapidly.

As the Flower Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, he was now finding it extremely difficult to even walk.

He was able to walk out of the cell thanks to Kanao Tsuyuri's help.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Hearing that Kanae Kocho was worried about Shinobu, Scribe smiled slightly and walked to her side.

"She came to Tokyo Metropolis and found me, and told me about the Demon Slayer Corps."

After a few words, Kanae Kocho understood Shinobu's situation.

At this point, some color returned to her pale face.

"Really? It's good that Shinobu is still alive. It's good that she's still alive."

After muttering a few words, Kanae Kocho fainted.

The Scribe knew that this was because she was too excited and her body was too weak.

"Take good care of her."

"Um."

Kanao Tsuyuri didn't say much, she just responded with a nod.

Just then, Tanjiro suddenly stood behind the Scribe.

"Mister Scribe, please forgive me!"

He stood with his feet together and bowed ninety degrees to the Scribe.

"It's all because of my mistakes, it's all because I didn't choose to believe you."

"It's all because of me..."

Before Tanjiro could finish speaking, large tears streamed down his face.

"I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to the other swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, I'm a bastard..."

As Tanjiro was blaming himself, the Scribe turned around and stood in front of him.

"Are you done talking?"

"I..."

Smack!

The Scribe said coldly, slapping Tanjiro hard across the face.

"Tanjiro, the person you should apologize to is not me!"

Chapter 604 The Great Chaos Era

The Scribe's slap was quite forceful, knocking Tanjiro to the ground.

Suddenly struck hard, Tanjiro fell to the ground, clutching his face, and stared blankly at the Scribe.

"Why, why do you say that? Isn't it because of me...?"

"You did nothing wrong."

Interrupting Tanjiro's words, the Scribe helped him up and replied.

"Because you are not a god, but a living, breathing human being."

"As a human being, one will doubt, act impulsively, and insist on what one believes."

"It's the same for both you and me."

Scribe gently patted Tanjiro's head and whispered.

"If you truly repent, then spend the rest of your life making amends after everything is over."

After speaking, the Scribe turned and left.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?"

Tanjiro instinctively called out a question and quickly asked.

"If I truly repent, can I make up for the mistakes I made in the past?"

"Mistakes cannot be undone."

The Scribe stopped, stood still, and sighed.

"But as long as you make amends, it will always be much better than hiding away and repenting."

Will you come back?

"No more."

Upon hearing the Scribe's reply, Tanjiro turned deathly pale.

He was afraid that because of him, the Scribe would be forced to leave the Demon Slayer.

If that were to happen, Muzan would be so eager to pick up Tanjiro and reward him with the rank of Upper Rank.

"People should always look forward; there's no point in dwelling on the sadness of the past."

"Keep going, young people, your journey is not over yet."

"As for me, I will continue to walk the path I have forged."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the Scribe truly departed this time.

Watching the Scribe's figure disappear, Tanjiro could no longer hold back.

With a thud, he knelt down and kowtowed several times in the direction where Scribe had left.

After leaving Tanjiro and the others, the Scribe did not leave Kamikawa Prefecture immediately.

He found another, smaller dungeon and released the swordsmen's families who were imprisoned there.

Sanemi's family, Giyu's sister, and others were among them.

Here, the Scribe also found the swordsmen's weapons.

"What a pleasant surprise."

Tell the swordsman's family where to look for him, and the Scribe also asks them to take his weapon with them.

Only after doing all this did he plan to leave Kamikawa Prefecture.

Just as he was leaving, Giyu's older sister, Tomioka Tsutako, called out to the Scribe.

Looking at the girl he hadn't seen in a long time, Scribe asked with some confusion.

"Tsutako, is there something you need?"

"Mister Scribe, where are you going?"

Tsutako's face was somewhat pale, but her eyes were fixed on Scribe, unmoving.

"You want to tell Giyu, right?"

Shaking his head helplessly, the Scribe also understood what Tsutako meant.

The girl in front of him clearly realized that his relationship with the Demon Slayer Corps was not as close as before.

Otherwise, the swordsmen should have come here with the Scribe.

"Yes, I think you didn't tell Giyu and the others."

"So do you think I'll tell you?"

"Meeting."

After a pause, the Scribe smiled and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong."

"However, I can tell you that once Giyu and the others arrive, let them go back."

"Return to Yaozai's side, gather all the power of the Demon Slayer Corps, and await the final moment."

Before Tsutako could react, the Scribe vanished from the spot.

"The final moments?"

Infinity Castle.

"What? Yu is dead?"

Upon hearing this news, Shinri Masato was surprised, but even more excited.