Ghost and Specter

Cult?

Yuko stopped, continuing to lean against the wall.

"What do you know, woman!"

Slap!

Following the man's angry roar, a clear slapping sound rang out.

"It is Kyoko's honor to serve the Cult Leader!"

"Our entire family can enjoy paradise and no longer suffer. Do you have any complaints?"

"You should be grateful and repent for receiving this honor!"

In this era, such evil cults were endless. Because of the flourishing Buddhist culture, one could often see traces of Buddhism in these sects.

Placing hope in the heavens, firmly believing that good people lived poor lives and enjoyed bliss after death.

Evil people enjoyed themselves in life and fell into hell after death.

If this were truly the case, how would those wicked people dare to commit evil?

Even modern people would argue with you if you said there were no gods or ghosts in the world, saying that just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Materialistic thought hasn't completely penetrated people's hearts.

Let alone in ancient times, when the impoverished common people urgently needed spiritual comfort, and the ruling class also needed such lies to appease the masses.

Cults could therefore flourish.

At least, that was how it was in her previous life's world.

But this place seemed different.

Yuko gazed calmly at the sky. This world seemed to truly have concepts of heaven and hell.

Just like Tanjiro meeting Sabito, just like the soul of Yoriichi disappearing before her eyes that day.

Since then, her eyes had often been able to see things that ordinary people couldn't.

Ghosts.

Just like now, a young girl with her head bowed floated out from behind the door.

After coming out, she squatted by the door, burying her head and pretending to be an ostrich.

Yuko's eyes shifted slightly.

She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. Was she this family's daughter?

The girl's body, hugging her head, trembled slightly. It was clear that this family probably argued often, and she could only hide outside, hugging her head, every time they fought.

Yuko was silent for a moment, took off the bamboo hat from her head, and squatted down in front of the girl.

"Are you alright?"

The girl's trembling body paused, and she stiffly raised her head.

Yuko's face was right before her.

Although the lower half of her face was still wrapped in white cloth, looking from her nose upwards, it was not difficult to see that she was a gentle person.

She could tell from her eyes.

Despite having a pair of strange, crimson double pupils, the girl could read the word "gentle" from those eyes.

Just like her mother's eyes.

The girl asked nervously, "Can... can you see me?"

"Yes, I can."

"Really?"

"...Really." This child might not be very bright.

Yuko said gently, "May I ask you something?"

"Please, go ahead."

"The question might be a bit intrusive."

The girl's eyes held some confusion, but she generously replied, "It's... it's fine."

"How did you die?"

The girl's expression froze. Then, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she trembled violently, her whole body quivering.

Yuko didn't offer words of comfort, nor did she wait anxiously.

After a while, the terror on the girl's face did not diminish, and she trembled, "A demon... a man-eating demon!"

Yuko's expression shifted slightly. "Does it have anything to do with that cult?"

The girl nodded tremblingly, "Lord Doma... is a demon."

"He ate me..."

The hierarchy of this era is just like this; even those who have harmed her are still subconsciously given a respectful title.

But Yuko's focus isn't here.

Doma?

Upon hearing the name, Yuko was momentarily stunned. She had an impression of this name, which meant this Doma was definitely not a minor character in the story.

One of the Twelve Kizuki?

To this day, Yuko can't really remember the plot anymore.

Yuko has been in this world for several hundred years, and human memory cannot be preserved long-term.

Perhaps it was the influence of Muzan's blood, or perhaps her body was always weak and she never truly ate, After becoming a demon, this situation not only didn't improve but worsened.

Especially since Demon Slayer entered her mind in the form of anime.

Even things that happened to her in her past life, Yuko had completely forgotten.

The fact that she could remember fragments of the Demon Slayer plot was entirely because she consciously recalled them after noticing this problem.

She even recorded the Demon Slayer plot she could remember using a script and method only she could understand.

"What's the name of the cult?"

"Eternal Paradise Cult."

"Do you know where this Doma lives?"

"In the cult."

"...I mean, the address."

The young girl shook her head blankly.

"Then do you remember the way there?"

She shook her head.

Yuko felt a headache coming on, but at the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Because if this Doma really was one of the Twelve Kizuki, she probably couldn't kill him.

Not that she was incapable, but that she couldn't.

If it were a Lower Rank demon, then whether she killed it or not wouldn't matter.

If it were an Upper Rank...

The power levels in Demon Slayer are very unreasonable; Pillars can easily kill Lower Ranks, but they are also easily killed by Upper Ranks.

This leads to the ending being full of plot armor.

This isn't a matter of changing the plot or not.

Because fundamentally, even the Twelve Kizuki are just playthings for Muzan to pass the time, creatures he can create at will.

Perhaps the top-ranking Upper Ranks truly possess some talent, like Kokushibo.

His strength goes without saying; Muzan called him a partner, a status no other demon had.

For hundreds of years, the Lower Ranks have been replaced one after another, and the Upper Ranks have changed countless times, yet only Kokushibo has consistently held the position of Upper Rank One with his overwhelming power.

The fact that Yuko almost beheaded him back then was pure luck.

In her least favorite terms, it was plot armor.

At that time, her condition couldn't have been worse.

It was only because Kokushibo was too careless that she was able to disrupt his rhythm with an unexpected sword strike.

But if she killed Doma here, the Upper Rank position wouldn't remain vacant; Muzan would find someone else to replace him.

A demon's strength is basically related to the number of humans they eat.

This statement isn't entirely correct; it's also related to the amount of blood Muzan bestows.

As long as he's willing, creating an Upper Rank isn't difficult.

He might create someone stronger than Doma, and perhaps this single change could lead to the failure of the grand finale.

Yuko fell into thought.

At some point, the young girl, who had regained some of her senses, looked up at her.

"Sister."

"Hmm?"

The young girl looked at her with hopeful eyes: "Can you please help me?"

Yuko's eyelids drooped slightly. If it were about revenge...

"Can you stop my parents from fighting?" the girl's words brought Yuko back to her thoughts.

Yuko's eyes flickered slightly.

She doesn't want revenge, she just wants this?

Yuko probably understood why the young girl wasn't found in the cult but at home.

Yuko looked up slightly towards the inside of the door.

It must be due to her obsession.