I will attack as a player!

Chapter 57 Bitter Battle Against the Upper Moon

"The presence of Akaza and Douma has vanished."

In the interconnected structure of the Infinite Castle, a long-haired samurai dressed in a kimono and hakama (traditional Japanese jacket) moved through the area.

"They were incredibly fast and utterly defeated without any chance to fight back... They were truly formidable."

Around the corner, a member of the Demon Slayer Corps turned his head and his face immediately showed fear after he saw who it was.

"Three pairs of eyes, that's Upper Moon One!"

Before he could finish speaking, his body was already cut into three pieces, and blood gushed out like it was free.

In his eyes, the terrifying Upper Moon One didn't even seem to have drawn his sword.

"It's an eyesore." Kokushibo's six eyes didn't even spare a glance for the dead teammate; he simply accelerated, running towards the powerful aura he sensed.

"With such chaotic breathing, how could such a powerful being emerge from this Demon Slayer Corps?"

A hint of doubt arose in his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

In his own time, wasn't that person also born among a multitude of weeds?

With just a few memories, the image of a certain person had already risen in Kokushibo's mind.

Powerful, hypocritical.

Humans have their limits, and even someone with such talent will grow old and ugly.

Even the greatest talent is fleeting without a long enough lifespan to sustain it.

Having cleared his mind of all thoughts, Kokushibo already felt that powerful aura was very close at hand.

He cleaved through the wall blocking his path with a single stroke, revealing a black-haired man standing atop an endless sea of ​​fish corpses, holding a head in his hand as if it were a wine jug.

"The fifth one."

He gripped it tightly, and the head of the jade pot exploded like a watermelon, turning into ashes and dissipating into the air.

Seemingly drawn by the commotion of Kokushibo breaking through the wall, the man slowly turned around to look at Kokushibo standing in the ruins.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure filled Kokushibo's body like quicksand, making even raising his sword a luxury.

"Once~"

Kokushibo's honed body, tempered through countless trials, drew his sword, but made no move to attack.

In a daze, the figure of the man in front of me seemed to overlap with that of another elderly man with white hair.

[Defeat Upper Moon Four - Hantengu, gain 900 experience points]

[Defeat Upper Moon Five - Gyokko, gain 800 experience points]

Current experience: 3600/5420

Current level: 13

It has to be said that Infinite City is a great place to level up. Although the highest experience Chu Wuji could gain from killing evil spirits along the way was only [Experience +3], there were just too many of them.

Furthermore, after being affected by Chu Wuji's influence on the plot, the four Upper Moons who are still alive have directly increased Chu Wuji's level by killing them all.

He never received this kind of treatment before. He would spend half a year grinding through dungeons and might only level up once. Now, he's become a stress-relieving blogger, hacking away at anything he sees and leveling up in less than ten minutes.

It's important to know that with each level Chu Wuji gains, his base stats almost double. Now, he can completely survive in the Demon Slayer world without eating beef.

"Another one?" Chu Wuji then shifted his attention from the panel and looked at the uninvited guest.

Isn't this our old acquaintance, the Six-Eyed Flying Fish?

Chu Wuji's gaze flowed like water, moving from top to bottom to the hilt of the sword that Kokushibo was gripping tightly. As if he had guessed something, he chuckled.

"Why not draw your sword?"

Chu Wuji's laughter may have been merely amusement, but to Hei Shimou, it sounded nothing but mockery.

The short, sharp breaths pierced Kokushibo's mind like blades, and memories surfaced uncontrollably like damp walls.

"Yan Sheng, we plan to send your younger brother to a temple."

My younger brother has a birthmark, which is considered an ominous sign. But is a person's fate really determined at birth?

"Iwakatsu, the nation is now in your hands."

Is that so? It sounds so heavy, but is this what it feels like to be recognized? It feels so good.

"Brother, I want to be a samurai too."

My brother isn't mute after all?!

"Yan Sheng, your younger brother defeated your teacher on his first swordsmanship. He is more talented than you, so our plans may need to be revised."

How did they do that? Why? By what right?

The position of head of the family is gone?

"Brother, I want to go to a temple and become a nun."

I'm the head of the family again, but you're gone. What about me? How can I compare to you and feel so inadequate?

It turns out that my younger brother knew about my mother's illness since he was a child. It turns out that my younger brother can see through the human body. It turns out that my younger brother has silently taken everything from me: status, respect... and the love of my family.

It's alright, he's already gone, he's become a monk, and I've become that famous warrior.

So there really are ghosts in this world! I'm going to take my revenge.

Why is he back again! Damn it! Damn it! He comes back and immediately creates some kind of breathing technique. Are there really people in this world who are favored by God?

Becoming a ghost? Me?

Yes, becoming a ghost grants me endless lifespan; I can definitely surpass him.

"Why are you still better than me?"

Hundreds of years of memories flooded back, and in an instant, the younger brother in his memories had transformed into an old man with white hair, overlapping with the person before him. However, the person before him was younger and his aura was even more terrifying.

He spoke.

"How pathetic, elder brother."

He spoke up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Why not draw your sword?"

"..."

Kokushibo's breathing gradually became heavy, and some emotions that he thought he had long since let go of surged up again.

Jealousy, anger, resentment, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy...

"Why...?"

Why is it that what I spend my whole life pursuing is something that some people can get effortlessly from birth?

Blood Demon Art is burning, sharp flesh and blood forming swords that pierce the skin, and the demon blood that has been suppressed for hundreds of years is completely released, beginning to recklessly transform its own body.

If you lack talent, then repeat the process.

For hundreds of years, he has swung his sword again and again, and felt his breath again and again.

The body, honed through countless trials, has made further progress, and the skills, painstakingly honed, have steadily improved.

The scorching marks spread across the twisted flesh, and the world before my eyes gradually became transparent.

If the most beautiful moment of a flower's bloom is its final burst before it withers, then Kokushibo realized that he was probably in that final burst of bloom now.

Drawing the sword requires no skill; it is the downward slash that every swordsman first masters and practices throughout his life.

The techniques of Moon Breathing have been ingrained in my bones; this seemingly ordinary downward slash evokes the feeling of a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

He had never possessed such swordsmanship before.

In the hundreds of years of his life before this, Kokushibo's Moon Breathing had only ever been a waning moon, but today it is a full moon.

"ever--!"

The two passed each other.

Chu Wuji pressed his shoulder wound in disbelief and looked back in surprise.

"It actually managed to sever my protective inner energy!"

"Hahaha, if it had been a little more off-center, you might have actually chopped my neck."

"Excellent! Of all the people I've fought, in terms of swordsmanship, I would call you the strongest!"

The remaining aura from the shoulder wound was instantly obliterated by Chu Wuji's true energy, and the wound healed in a flash.

Chu Wuji clenched his fists, and crimson lightning energy surged forth.

"Come on, I will respond to your expectations with the martial arts I have mastered."

Silence. Chu Wuji received no response.

As his senses spread out, Chu Wuji realized that Hei Simu's life force had ceased immediately after unleashing that attack.

Like a lamp running out of oil, dying standing still.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Kokushibo's body turned to ashes and vanished.

[Defeat Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, and gain 1800 experience points]

Current experience points: 5400/5420

"...What's going on?"