Roy pondered over "life," "the world," and a series of "propositions" that a "human" must face based on "life," "being alive," "being dead," and so on....
Roy decided to bring some shock from the "other world" to the "indigenous people" of this world!
Illusions originate from "self-awareness"...
'And what does my perceived world contain?'
There are dream pathways... a familiar Sea of Cognition... doors standing on the horizon, each engraved with different patterns, highlighting the themes of different worlds...
Strictly speaking... "I am the door, the door is me, I am... Mr. Door!"
"Creak~" As scarlet filled the boy's eyes, three black tomoe slowly rotated, Roy's consciousness submerged, gazing at fake Ging, lips moved slightly, silently uttered: "Illusion: Infinite Void..."
In the world of perception, a door leading to the Demon Slayer World, with an Evil Ghost mask hanging on it, suddenly flashed a crack open, then... slightly opened... half-opened... until it was wide open!
Roy, relying on his own "Telekinesis," encompassed the entire Demon Slayer World, with a thought... through imagination, tried to immerse himself in every "tangible" and "intangible" thing in the Demon Slayer World... afterwards, compressed everything... including a flower, a grass, a tree, a stone, a person, a ghost, a house, a pond, a cloud, a day, a meal, a sleep in the Demon Slayer World, into a 0.0.1 second [world view]...
And then cast towards fake Ging using his Sharingan!
From nearly a hundred meters apart, fake Ging watched Roy warily, suddenly locking gazes with the boy's eyes adorned with spinning three tomoe, and the human became stiff, falling into a dazed state!
"Chirp——"
A swiftlet pierced through the rain curtain, diving straight down....
Amidst billowing mist, as fake Ging closed his eyes and opened them again, the world changed in an instant.
He didn't know what had just happened, he only looked at the other, and then he turned into a birch tree... He struggled violently, trying to move limbs, leaves rustling with the sway of the trunk, scaring off a woodpecker that was trying to rid him of pests.
"Tap... tap... tap..." The woodpecker flew away through the rain curtain,
Fake Ging saw it, bewildered and at a loss... his thoughts churned, just as he wondered "how did I suddenly end up here? How did I become a tree?"
Suddenly... with a flicker of consciousness... regaining awareness... he became a stubborn stone not far from under the tree.
"Pitter-patter..." The rain washed over the stone surface, cold and damp, making him feel uncomfortable, involuntarily shivering, but to his dismay, he found he couldn't even sneeze... he was resigned, he was terrified, he struggled frantically again, with another jolt of consciousness... regaining awareness....
He suddenly discovered he had become a hat-wearing, axe-bearing woodsman, taking advantage of the last bit of light before dark to enter the mountain to chop wood... standing by the stream, looking at an unfamiliar face reflected in the water, his mind immediately filled with all of the woodsman's past... his children, his wife, his worries, his joys, his sorrows... all of it, making him melancholic yet suddenly alert, he'd rather not chop wood, with a movement of his foot, he ran frantically, trying to escape this world, but...
He hadn't run a hundred meters, when his consciousness flickered again... regaining awareness... he found himself in the sky, becoming a dense black cloud... above him the brilliant sun, within his body "boom~" thunder roared, snaking like electric serpents...
Fake Ging "opened wide his mouth," let out a roar... "boom crack~" a lightning bolt struck, hitting a foraging wolf below... the wolf foamed at the mouth, convulsing as it fell... fake Ging stared blankly at all this, then...
Turned into raindrops, pouring down...
Became a woman, washing clothes by a pool of water in the village....
Turned into a mule, as a peddler's whip struck its back, bellowing and pain-crazed, running....
Then turned into a man-eating Evil Ghost, under the cover of night sneaking into a household, snapping a human's neck, feeling the blood spurting... became a Ghost Hunter, chasing the Evil Ghost alongside the Hashira... became Gyomei Himejima... became Ubuyashiki Kagaya... became Kibutsuji Muzan, cowering in a corner of the Infinity Castle, unable to tell east from west, north from south, seeing in his mind that familiar face that filled him with fear, dread, hatred and a wish for immediate death....
"It's him... it's the one who fought me... he's the one who threw me into this world!"
Fake Ging transformed into Kibutsuji Muzan, clutching his chest, bitterly realizing everything between clenched teeth... then his consciousness flickered again... this time he became Nakime, became Kokushibo... became Douma... became Gyutaro... became Tengen Uzui... became Tokitou Muichirou....
He was like a foreign soul, trapped in the Demon Slayer world, endlessly rotating, trying to escape but unable to... only passively, helplessly accepting the Demon Slayer World that Roy imposed on him, his consciousness incessantly rotating between "wandering" and "lost"... slowly sliding into an abyss of collapse....
"Buzz..." The [Pupil Technique] spurred by Nen continued to operate.....
Hunter Association.
Wing sharply noticed fake Ging suddenly stopped moving, the boy's bright eyes under the frame subconsciously shifted to Roy, immediately locking onto Roy's spinning three tomoe Sharingan amidst the scarlet... for some reason, a wave of fear surged up, causing him to stagger back two steps, then stopped short, as a small hand reached out to steady him!