Achieve the Ultimate Demonic Blade Starting from Demon Slayer!
Author: Mo Yu Bu Ji Ji
Synopsis:
Original Title: Achieve the Ultimate Demonic Blade Starting from Demon Slayer!
Alternative Titles: Crossover, The Demonic Blade Is Actually Myself!
Category:
Tags: Anime Derivatives, Time Travel, System, Myriad Realms, ACG, No Female Lead, Fanfiction, No Harem
Protagonists: Lin Fan, Ashuramaru
Synopsis: [Roleplay + Myriad Realms + System + Demonic Blade + No Female Lead]
Struck by Fortune's grand slap and forced to time travel, Lin Fan arrives in the Demon Slayer world to unlock the Ultimate Demonic Blade System!
Forced to become a demonic blade, he can grow infinitely stronger just by gathering emotion points, and even draw upon abilities from the myriad realms.
He draws a template at the start, incarnating as Ashuramaru.
Lin Fan: Tanjiro, go take your revenge and release all your desires!
Muzan Kibutsuji: Don't come any closer!
Wholesome all the way, untangling the lingering regrets in your heart.
Chidori, One-Sword Asura, Thousand-Bladed Demonic Sword, Flying Thunder God, Bankai, Domain Expansion, Unlimited Blade Works...
If you can think of it, there is nothing I cannot draw here!
From then on, the legend of a demonic blade spread throughout the myriad realms!
(Tentative Worlds: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, Jujutsu Kaisen, One-Punch Man, Naruto, One Piece, Super God Academy...)
?? Volume 1: Demon Slayer Arc ??
Chapter 1 You old bastard are really rotten!
(Time Travel Registration Office, please orderly hand over your brain for registration and wait for time travel!)
[Special reminder for this book: since this is a demonic blade novel, the protagonist has less screen time in the early stages, and his appearances will become more and more frequent later on!]
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to be doing?
Lin Fan regained consciousness in a pitch-black world, his mind a complete mess, and he couldn't feel his body at all.
Yet very soon, his memories returned.
He immediately could not help cursing and railing against the situation.
You old bastard are really rotten! Your fortune-telling was so damn accurate!
As soon as he finished cursing, he couldn't help recalling that day.
He had originally planned to go out for hot pot and sing karaoke, but unexpectedly ran into a fortune-telling old man near the hospital along the way. The man insisted on giving him a fortune reading and even refused to take any money.
Lin Fan figured he might as well get it read then; refusing free stuff made you a turtle's egg, right?
He only saw that fortune-telling old man carefully sizing Lin Fan up, then speaking smoothly with a smiling face, "Little brother, I see that today your lucky star is shining bright and you are bound to be favored by heaven. Within an hour, you will surely meet with great fortune!
Furthermore, your future will soar straight up, and you are destined to achieve great things!"
Saying this, and fearing Lin Fan wouldn't believe him, he patted his chest and gave a solemn guarantee, "I can guarantee that if my reading isn't accurate, you can come back and beat me up anytime!"
This completely dumbfounded Lin Fan, though he didn't think much of it either, spouted a few nonsense words, and left the place. But he had barely walked very far.
Just as he reached the crosswalk on the opposite side, a truck of the Great Fortune brand suddenly lost control and headed straight for Lin Fan.
It didn't even give him a chance to dodge.
No matter where Lin Fan ran, that truck chased after him.
In the end, he only had enough time to squeeze out a single sentence. So we're really fucking meeting with great fortune like this, huh!
Then he was directly sent flying, his body spinning three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and sliding dozens of meters upon landing before his memory completely cut out.
Recalling up to this point, Lin Fan also pulled his thoughts back to guess what kind of situation he was in right now.
What is this place? Pitch black, I can't see anything, and I can't feel my body at all. Am I not dead, but instead turned into a vegetable?
Right at this moment.
A cold, mechanical synthesized voice suddenly rang out in Lin Fan's mind, and a system panel appeared before his eyes.
Ding! Host's recovery of consciousness detected, the system is beginning to bind... 30%... 50%... 90%... The Ultimate Demonic Blade System has bound successfully. Does the host wish to open the newbie gift pack?
Hearing this, Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then reacted and eagerly replied, System? It's really a system?! Open the newbie gift pack for me.
Lin Fan was not unfamiliar with systems; after all, having read so many novels, how could he not recognize one!
Ding! The newbie gift pack has been opened. Congratulations to the host for obtaining [one Demonic Blade template draw opportunity], [the Eternal-grade buff Indestructible], and one thousand emotion points!
Lin Fan looked at the newbie rewards on the system panel and tentatively asked.
System, what are the uses of these three rewards?
Very quickly, the system provided an explanation.
Ding! The Demonic Blade template draw opportunity can draw one of all the demonic blades from the myriad realms for you to become your template. You can unlock all abilities of that demonic blade through emotion points, or perform system draws to pull moves, abilities, or items... As for the Eternal-grade buff Indestructible, it can guarantee that the host will never suffer any form of damage. Even if the world perishes, you will not be destroyed!
Lin Fan understood the gist of it, but still proceeded to ask, Then system, how do I obtain emotion points?
Ding! Provoking emotions in any living or non-living creature can grant corresponding emotion points. The stronger the target, the more emotion points produced, with negative emotions providing stronger emotion points than positive emotions!
Hearing this explanation, Lin Fan had no further questions and directly spoke.
System, I want to draw a demonic blade template!
[Ding! Shall the draw begin?]
Following the prompt tone, a large turntable appeared on the system panel in front of Lin Fan, covered entirely with various demonic blade templates.
Lin Fan pressed the draw button without the slightest hesitation. The turntable began to spin rapidly, finally stopping on a katana with a pitch-black blade and ink-green striped patterns.
This blade looks familiar, but why can't I remember where I've seen it?
The system quickly provided the answer.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Black Demon Series (Ashuramaru)!]
With that.
In the pitch-black space, there appeared an extra katana with a pitch-black blade and an edge covered in green patterns!
This also became Lin Fan's current body.
At this point, Lin Fan finally recalled where he had seen it. Isn't this Ashuramaru from Seraph of the End?
This blade was good in every aspect, save for a flaw that wasn't really a flaw—though better left unmentioned!
[Ding! Detection of host drawing a template. The first world transmission will now begin. Final destination: the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba world. Initiating transmission!]
Immediately, a dazzling beam of light shone upon Lin Fan's body, completely enveloping him until he vanished from this space!
When Lin Fan recovered his consciousness, he found that he was already hanging from the waist of a young man.
This young man had short dark-red hair, an obvious scar on the left side of his forehead, and wore a slightly dim white kimono with a green-and-black checkered haori, carrying a wooden box covered with white cloth on his back.
Hanging from both sides of his waist were an axe and a katana, walking along a small path in the forest with his back to the setting sun. This person was none other than Kamado Tanjiro.
And the katana at his waist was precisely Lin Fan, who had been transmitted over.
[Ding! Transmission successful. A reasonable identity has been fabricated for the host: a katana passed down through generations of the Kamado family!
The blade master Kamado Tanjiro has been bound for the host. Please assist the blade master in slaying Muzan Kibutsuji, and fulfilling his revenge to unlock the second transmission!]
The brief prompt tone fell away.
Lin Fan did not pay it much mind; perhaps his inability to die or sustain injuries kept him even calmer.
He quickly entered his state and focused his attention on other aspects, because he had once watched Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, which was why he cared about this point.
Seeing Tanjiro's current attire, then barring any accidents, he was very likely on his way to Mount Sagiri. In other words, the plot had only just begun.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would next encounter a man-eating demon feeding inside a temple!
Yet there was nothing to particularly care about either; what Lin Fan wanted to do right now was make formal contact with Tanjiro first, and incidentally try gathering some emotion points.
No sooner said than done.
Lin Fan controlled the power of his current demonic blade, emitting black smoke that gradually formed strands of thread, crawling from the hilt onto Tanjiro's forearm.
Tanjiro also discovered that the heirloom katana at his waist had unexpectedly begun sprouting a large amount of black thread that wrapped tightly around his forearm. The sudden turn of events made his expression freeze, his face filled with terror.
"Wh... What is this..."
Yet before he could make a move, his consciousness had already fallen into the illusion woven by Lin Fan.
Inside the illusion.
Tanjiro returned once again to that familiar doorway of his home.
Yet before he could recover his senses, he saw a woman emerge from the front door, one who made him feel incomparably close and filled with longing.
Chapter 2 A flaw that isn't really a flaw
That was Tanjiro's deceased mother.
Seeing his mother once more, Tanjiro's tears gushed out, momentarily leaving him unable to distinguish which place was reality.
Yet he ultimately knew that everything here was fake, but even so, he still couldn't help crying out.
"Mother!"
Lin Fan saw this and also began his act.
The woman, controlled by the power he manifested, asked calmly, "Tanjiro, why did you abandon us?"
Though the words were soft, they were piercingly sharp.
They went straight to the core of the heart.
Yet upon hearing this, Tanjiro's expression suddenly turned serious as he shouted aloud.
"Even though you look and sound exactly like my mother, you are definitely not my mother! Stop impersonating my important family!"
"Oh?"
The woman let out a soft exclamation and no longer bothered to disguise herself.
"I originally intended to strike straight at the softest part of your heart, but you didn't waver at all. This is really interesting..."
However, Tanjiro suddenly spoke up to question her.
"Who on earth are you? Was it also your doing that I came here?"
This time.
The woman did not respond. Only the woman's lips parted, from which a large amount of black smoke diffused, subsequently turning into countless sharp blades that pierced through Tanjiro's body.
Yet Tanjiro did not feel any pain, though he was unable to move and could only be firmly bound in place.
In contrast, the black fog that was the source of those numerous sharp thorns gathered together to form a two-meter-tall, flowing mass of black mist.
On the mist, there was only a pair of scarlet eyes, staring fixedly at him as it asked.
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