Yushiro Becomes a Demon: One New Follower Acquired / The Eternal Paradise Faith Returns

The air was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and a faint stench of decay, making one want to vomit.

The Scribe raised an eyebrow the moment he saw the man.

A name popped into his mind, surprising him somewhat.

No way, what a coincidence!

Still somewhat doubtful, the Scribe had already stepped forward.

How are you feeling?

While asking about the other person's situation, he walked towards the window.

Do you think my current situation is good?

The man coughed twice, his voice becoming even weaker.

Who knows? Maybe it'll be fine in a bit.

Looking out the window, Scribe realized that there was no one else around.

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the man shook his head.

He knows his own physical condition best; it's already as weak as a dying candle.

He wouldn't have said so much to the Scribe if it weren't for the last moments of his life.

A person's words are good when they are about to die.

Perhaps the man didn't want to be the only one to walk through the final moments of his life.

That being said, we still don't know your name.

Scribe drew all the curtains by the window, turned her head, and nodded to Tamayo.

Slightly startled, Tamayo walked to the side and placed the medical kit on the table.

After a pause, the man finally revealed his name.

Yushiro, just call me Yushiro.

With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe walked up to the other person and squatted down.

So, Yushiro, in the final moments of your life, do you want to take a gamble?

Slightly taken aback, Yushiro sighed.

Since you think so highly of my broken body, what do I have to be afraid of?

With a hearty laugh, Yushiro also wondered what kind of bet this young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, could possibly be with him.

The Scribe extended his hand, extending an invitation to the other party.

Yushiro, how about you become a demon?

Chapter 96 Yushiro, now a demon, gains a follower.

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Yushiro did not understand what the Scribe meant.

Turn into? A ghost? What is that?

Seeing the confusion and bewilderment on the other person's face, the Scribe turned to look at Tamayo.

Tamayo, thank you for your help.

With a slight smile, Tamayo slowly lifted the sleeve of her left arm.

Her fair forearms were exposed, dazzling even in the darkness.

Just as Yushiro was wondering what the other was going to do, Tamayo grabbed his left arm with his right hand.

The long fingernails cut deeply into the delicate skin, and in an instant, a large spurt of blood gushed from the veins.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and Yushiro's eyes widened at the sight.

What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and stop her bleeding!

With a loud shout, Yushiro seemed to want to stand up and help.

However, his body was already extremely weak due to the mutated plague.

He had just propped himself up with his arms when he slammed heavily onto the blanket.

If Scribe hadn't caught his falling body in time, he might have broken half of his chin.

Blinking twice, Yushiro still didn't forget to inquire about Tamayo's injuries.

But the Scribe just smiled, pointed, and said.

What kind of injury are you talking about?!

Following the Scribe's finger, Yushiro's only exposed eye was filled with horror.

At this moment, there was not a single mark of injury on Tamayo's forearm.

If it weren't for the incredibly realistic smell of blood on the ground and in the air, Yushiro would have doubted his own eyes.

After gently placing the other person down, Scribe remained silent, quietly watching Yushiro.

Lying in bed, still in shock, Yushiro subconsciously squeezed his eyes shut.

She looked at the blood on the ground, then at Tamayo standing there, and finally at the Scribe beside her.

Even though everything in front of him was so real, Yushiro still felt like he was living in a dream.

Does a species other than humans really exist in this world?

Having experienced a significant shift in his mood, Yushiro's breathing became somewhat rapid.

With his head down, the expression on his face changed rapidly.

The Scribe didn't do anything; instead, he walked over to Tamayo and asked about her injuries.

Originally, he did not want to resort to self-harm.

But Tamayo said that this was the best way to demonstrate the non-human existence of demons.

Unable to refuse her request, Scribe reluctantly agreed to it.

Fortunately, if Yushiro agrees, she won't need to perform anymore.

After a long while, Yushiro finally raised his head.

A glimmer of light flashed in his previously cloudy eyes, and his voice became somewhat excited.

Can one really survive by becoming what you describe?

He nodded, but the Scribe did not try to fool Yushiro like Muzan back then.

Besides his extraordinary self-healing ability, the Scribe also told him about many of the Demon Weakness.

They fear sunlight, are not accepted by the world, and even have the Progenitor of Demons, Muzan.

The Scribe told Yushiro everything about ghosts.

After saying that, he continued to wait for the other party's reply.

Even if the Scribe and Tamayo had the ability to forcibly transform Yushiro, they would never act if he refused.

This is his respect for the other person, and also for a life.

His expression changed again, from initial excitement to slight hesitation, and finally even panic and fear.

Even though the Scribe told him that he wouldn't have to worry about eating humans after becoming a demon, Yushiro was still a little scared when he thought about what he might encounter in the future.

Just then, the Scribe's voice reached his ears.

Yushiro, there aren't actually that many things that are troubling you.

With a slight smile, Scribe walked to the table, took out a pen, and wrote something on two pieces of paper.

Immediately afterwards, he walked up to Yushiro, holding two pieces of paper in his hand.

Thanks to his extraordinary eyesight since childhood, Yushiro could clearly see the words on it.

There were no lengthy essays or life maxims on the two sheets of paper; each contained only a single, simple word.

Life and death.

After showing the two characters to Yushiro, the Scribe continued.

So, make your choice, Yushiro.

They intend to continue as humans, and face death someday in the future.

Or perhaps you have a firm belief that you want to live even if you are no longer human.

The Scribe's voice was like a sledgehammer, each word piercing into Yushiro's heart like a nail.

His lips trembled slightly, and a glimmer of light slowly appeared in his eyes.

I want to live.

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper with the word "death" written on it in the Scribe's left hand suddenly began to burn.

The firelight illuminated Yushiro's pale face.

The charred black particles flying around signify that death has departed from him.

The Scribe handed the paper with the writing on it to Yushiro, then turned to look at Tamayo.

What do you think?

With a slight nod, Tamayo acknowledged Yushiro's unwavering belief in his will to live.

She walked to a table and opened the first-aid kit.

From the box, Tamayo took out many medicinal herbs that Yushiro had never seen before.

By the way, this is also Tamayo's first time doing something like this, so we don't know what the success rate will be.

The Scribe's face was full of smiles, but to Yushiro, it was the smile of a devil.

He felt like he had been tricked by the other party.

Nevertheless, Yushiro's face did not show any regret or panic.

You have to take responsibility for the choices you make.

Even if I fail, so what? It just means that my life, which was going to end sooner or later, is coming to an earlier end.

The moment he made the decision, Yushiro abandoned his fear of death.

With a satisfied smile on her face, Tamayo carried a bunch of dark, unidentifiable things and walked towards Yushiro.

I'll wait for you outside.

After bowing to Yushiro, the Scribe left the room.

With his back to the door, even without his ear pressed against it, the Scribe could clearly hear what was happening inside the room.

For a full day and night, the room was filled with Yushiro's painful screams.

Although he didn't know what the other person had gone through, Scribe knew without even thinking that it must not have been a pleasant memory.

The entire process continued until the evening of the second day, when Yushiro, having completed his demon transformation, followed Tamayo out of the room.

As soon as he stepped outside, Yushiro rushed forward and stood in front of the Scribe.

Then, he bent over and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

I'm very sorry, Mister Scribe, it was my fault before.

From now on, please feel free to order me around!

Chapter 97 The Return of the Gokuraku Cult

With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Scribe gestured to Yushiro not to be so reserved.

When asked how he felt after becoming a ghost, he said he felt better than ever before.

Moreover, he seems to have awakened a special ability.