"Even if you're scared, you have to run! If you don't run now, you'll really die!"
Kanae stood in front of Kei, her heart anxious as she saw him remain motionless for a long time. Taking a slight step back to gain more momentum, she kicked the back of his calf with her heel.
Kei glanced at the heel mark on his pant leg, furrowed his brows slightly, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
In the Demon Slayer world, it was precisely because of kind-hearted yet brave and resolute people like her that their stories were so touching and inspiring.
"Have you lost your mind from fear? Men really are such pitiful and disgusting creatures. That's why... I like girls the most~"
Doma clasped his hands together and placed them against his cheek, looking at Kanae with an undisguised gaze of desire and admiration.
Such a beautiful girl, he absolutely had to savor her, bite by bite!
"Kneel."
Lying on the reclining chair, Kei rested his chin on his hand and cast a disgusted sidelong glance at Doma.
Kanae had misunderstood him, thinking he was just an ordinary person too scared to move. She was so focused on defending against Doma that she didn't realize the truth.
Thud! Thud!
Doma's lips trembled as he collapsed to the ground, his head bowed low, not daring to lift it even a little.
For the first time, he truly experienced the feeling of absolute fear filling his heart!
It wasn't due to Blood Demon Art.
It wasn't Muzan's bloodline suppression.
It was the purest form of terror, as if a god high above was looking down on an ant with cold indifference.
Just one glance, and in that moment, he saw the boundary between life and death. He saw a throne built upon the corpses of countless gods and demons. He saw an endless abyss of darkness and bloodshed!
He couldn't understand it! But... this was fear, true, absolute fear!
A powerful light gleamed in his eyes. For someone who had never felt emotions since childhood, he was now experiencing fear! He wanted, no, he desperately craved to feel more of it... His biological instinct for survival desperately tried to suppress his actions.
But the deep yearning and excitement within him kept battling against his instincts!
"You!" Kanae looked at his knees on the ground.
She slapped her palm against the floor, swiftly rolling backward to retreat more than ten meters.
Suppressing the shudder in her heart, she looked toward Kei on the reclining chair. That overwhelming aura of terror just now, it couldn't have come from a mere human.
And just by saying a single word, he made Doma fall to his knees, unable to move?
Was he... The legendary Demon King? But he didn't have the scent of a demon, and if he was the Demon King, how could Doma not recognize him?
"Damn... My bad, my bad. The power amplification in the Primordial Realm is too strong, and I haven't fully adapted yet. I wasn't targeting you." Kei twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly got up from the reclining chair. All he did was give Doma the slightest bit of soul-level pressure.
Just a tiny bit!
He didn't even use any technique! But the power boost from the Primordial Realm was ridiculous.
He was the lord of this world, completely fused with it.
A mere stray thought, a slight leak of his aura, was enough to shatter the minds of ordinary people.
If not for Kanae's firm resolve as the Flower Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, a regular person would probably have wet themselves on the spot.
"Are you human?" Kanae's eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
"Uh, of course I am." Kei took a step forward and spread his hands, showing he meant no harm. Even though he had now ascended to the level of a Dimensional Demon God, his body was still human in every way. How could he not be considered human?
"Don't come any closer!" Kanae raised her Nichirin Sword defensively in front of her, instinctively stepping back several meters. Her flustered and helpless expression made it seem like she was being threatened by some malicious assailant.
"Kami-sama~" A familiar voice called out.
From the dimensional gateway of the Naruto world, several figures emerged—Tsunade, Kushina, Hikari, the shrine maiden Miroku... And Jiraiya, supporting the frail Orochimaru, following closely behind.
As they took in the scene before them, the tense standoff between Kei and Kanae, and Doma, still trembling on his knees, Jiraiya stroked his chin, his once curious expression slowly turning into one of amusement and mischief.
"According to the typical novel plot, this should be the part where the loving husband and wife, while returning home to visit their relatives, encounter bandits. The cowardly husband kneels and begs for mercy, but the bandits instead set their sights on the loyal wife with ill intentions..."
"Get lost! If you want inspiration, ask Orochimaru to transform for you." Kei turned his head to glare at Jiraiya in annoyance.
What kind of cuckolded storyline was this?! A loving couple returning home to visit relatives? Go be loving with Doma instead!
"As expected, every time I see you, there's always some unexpected surprise!" Orochimaru clutched his stomach with one hand, his snake-like pupils gleaming with excitement as he scanned the kneeling man and the unconscious blonde woman in front of the wooden house.
The pheromones emanating from their bodies were vastly different from those of normal humans. What fascinating research specimens!
"That guy is yours, his vitality is ridiculously strong. Just make sure he doesn't bite anyone. As for her, don't touch. The abnormal aura in her body comes from demonic flesh. If you want to research demons, go through the gate labeled Claymore. You should be able to capture some there."
Kei casually pointed at Doma, then at the Claymore world's portal on the other side. At the same time, he inscribed "Demon Slayer" on the portal leading to the Demon Slayer world.
"Jiraiya." Orochimaru turned to look at Jiraiya, lightly biting the corner of his lip.
"Alright! Right away! Wait for me!" Jiraiya's entire body shivered, his eyes gleaming as he rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the Claymore world portal.
Smack!
Tsunade slapped her forehead, suddenly feeling like this world might as well be destroyed. She always thought her tolerance level was pretty high, but Orochimaru's blatantly suggestive actions were way past her psychological limit!
"Kami-sama~" Miroku gazed at the bizarre, dreamlike scene before her. Her eyes, already filled with worship, now burned with fanatical devotion.
"What's wrong with her?" Kei, noticing how Miroku seemed even more insane than before, shuddered as goosebumps rose on his arms.
He turned to ask Tsunade and Hikari. Kushina had already retired and had been with him constantly lately. So asking her would be pointless.
"The Land of Demons worships the Miko. The Miko worships you. Shikaku said it helps stabilize the general populace quickly and restore order." Tsunade explained casually.
She noticed Orochimaru had already lost interest in the situation and was now examining the kneeling man. Wanting nothing to do with him, she turned and walked toward the unconscious woman in front of the wooden house, Teresa.
Blonde hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, stunningly beautiful, and... long, strong and masuline legs. Let's see what's going on here!
"Hmph~" Hikari crossed her arms and snorted, stepping beside Kei.
He actually left her behind and only brought Kushina along?! Didn't he promise to take her wherever he went?!
"Kami?! Kami-sama~! Please! Please let me experience it once more..." Doma, upon hearing Miroku address Kei as "God,"
Did not doubt it in the slightest. Having personally experienced his own insignificance and having truly felt the greatness of this being, he was utterly convinced.
Completely ignoring Orochimaru's hand piercing his chest, He gazed at Kei with a face full of longing, pleading for another chance to experience that overwhelming human emotion!
"Age exceeds 200 years, yet all organs remain youthful... What an excellent specimen." Orochimaru pulled his hand back.
Watching the wound on Doma's chest heal almost instantly, his smile grew even wider. He quickly formed a hand seal, a single genjutsu knocked Doma unconscious.
As his wrist shed layer upon layer of skin, revealing pale, slender fingers beneath,
Gulp! Kanae swallowed hard.
The conversations, the bizarre happenings before her, they shattered everything she thought she knew about the world.
She watched as Doma, someone she viewed as an overwhelmingly powerful adversary, was toyed with effortlessly by this Orochimaru.
Her breathing became heavier.
A God. Perhaps, today... she had unknowingly witnessed the presence of a true God!
A divine power... Could it possibly be the key to eradicating the greatest calamity of their world—Kibutsuji Muzan?!