That night was an absolute nightmare for the demons lurking in Tokyo Prefecture.
The boy who had once cleared out every last demon around Tokyo Prefecture, whom countless demons regarded as a "walking natural disaster," had returned with his massive blade shimmering with silver-blue light.
In just two hours, Rokuya swept through three demon hideouts. Whether they were ordinary man-eating demons or demons who had mastered Blood Demon Arts, none could withstand even his most basic normal attack, even without Single-Target Critical Hit activating.
"Too weak. This doesn't even count as a warm-up."
Standing atop an abandoned Western-style mansion, Rokuya flicked the last drop of demon blood off the Shura Blade. He looked at the system panel, where his Gratitude Points had surged by over three thousand again, and nodded in satisfaction.
"About time I got down to business."
At two in the morning, at a secluded residence on the outskirts of Tokyo Prefecture.
The place was concealed by an exceptionally sophisticated visual Blood Demon Art, "Bewitching Blood." To ordinary people and demons, it was nothing more than a moss-covered wall at the end of a dead-end alley.
Rokuya walked straight up to the wall and, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand and knocked three times on empty air with his knuckles.
"Knock, knock, knock."
About ten seconds later, ripples like those on water suddenly spread across the solid brick wall. Then a green-haired boy with displeasure written all over his face poked his head through it.
"It's you..." The moment Yushiro saw Rokuya, his brow furrowed deeply. He instinctively sensed the lingering murderous aura on Rokuya after he had just slaughtered so many of Yushiro's kind-nauseating, yet utterly terrifying. That aura was more restrained than it had been a month ago, but also more lethal.
"Hey, hey,