Chapter 54: Therefore, I Refuse!
Yes, for only 15,000, you can take home the strongest Mythical Zoan type among the Zoan fruits.
Even Ryuji couldn't believe it when he first saw this; he had to ask the system several times to confirm.
These Mythical Zoans didn't just include the same model as Teacher Kaido, which he wanted most, but also the Phoenix, Yamata no Orochi, Okuchi-no-Makami, the Great Buddha, and more.
All these fruits, for only 15,000!
More importantly, he could eat an unlimited number of Devil Fruits.
No side effects, no need for multiple hearts and lungs, and no need for the Dark-Dark Fruit.
With these, who would care about those incredibly expensive Logia types? If he ate all these Mythical Zoans in the future and added his stat points... in a word, he'd have it made!
Hmm, the path of pure strength is waning, truly waning.
Ryuji stroked his chin, muttering softly as he walked along the mountain path: "I need to figure out how to condense Armament Haki into a Mythical Beast phantom..."
Mastery level of Dual-type Haki probably won't cut it; I'll likely need to reach Proficiency to even try.
What?
You say Haki can't be shaped, that it's just armor?
Don't be ridiculous. He's in the Demon Slayer World and can already eat unlimited fruits; why would he care about that?
After going back and cultivating diligently for a while, he'd strive to get both types of Haki to Proficiency, while also turning up the heat for those swordsmen. At the very least, a few more might survive... "Hmm?"
Ryuji's eyes turned red. Within his Observation Haki's perception, several people with weak presences were rushing down the mountain as if fleeing for their lives.
He narrowed his eyes; there probably weren't any good people in this place. After all, there seemed to be only this one village nearby... He walked a few steps faster and found they were villagers going to report to the ninjas, with a few black-clad ninjas among them.
Both groups were running down the mountain like they were mad.
Ryuji looked up at the sunless sky and understood.
In this kind of ghostly weather, they must have encountered a demon—and the unreasonable, mindless kind at that... "You just left the wolf's den only to run into a tiger like me. You really are unlucky."
The corners of Ryuji's mouth curled up, his eyes turned red, and he charged forward with his pitch-black fists.
In an instant, screams echoed across the mountainside.
[Ding! Host detected killing evil civilians assisting pirates. Reward: +500 military merit points.]
Ryuji picked up a torn rag from the ground, wiped his hands, and looked at the corpses on the ground with no emotion in his heart, almost wanting to laugh.
Since they chose to serve demons, they should be prepared to be eliminated.
"Not bad, another five hundred points in the bag. That's 8,700 points..."
He looked toward the back of the mountain; his Observation Haki had recovered. Although his capacity was small, his recovery was fast.
Small amounts, many times.
If endurance isn't enough, make up for it with frequency.
Hmm... still need to practice more. How can a man not have endurance? One needs to be both frequent and enduring.
At the very least, he should be able to keep Armament Haki active for a whole day, and the same for Observation Haki.
Scanning the mountain top with Observation Haki, there was indeed a demon with a very strong presence up there, along with some weaker ones.
Probably ninjas.
He reduced the range of his Observation Haki to a radius of about ten meters.
Within ten meters, total control.
Just like a domain. Moreover, in this state, he could keep Observation Haki active for an entire day.
Of course, he still couldn't let his emotions get too agitated; if he got too worked up, he might not be able to maintain it.
"I wonder how many military merit points that demon on the mountain is worth. Can I get to nine thousand... By the way, if it kills evil people, that won't reduce the military merit points, will it?"
[It's possible. If a pirate who only seeks money kills a pirate who robs, kills, and loots, it will reduce the acquisition of military merit points.]
[Warning again: the one on the mountain is a pirate, not a demon. As a Marine, you must not use the wrong term.]
Ryuji's mouth twitched. Just being stubborn, are we? Hey, do you even hear yourself?
The one on the mountain is a pirate... what kind of pirate lives on a damn mountain!
Seriously, guys, can you believe how stubborn my system is... Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and started to speed up.
He sprinted along the mountain path; he couldn't let it kill all the ninjas.
Not only would he lose the ninjas' military merit points, but the demon's military merit points would also decrease.
With that back and forth, he'd be losing a fortune!
"Tsk..."
Ryuji glanced at the bloodstains on the mountain path, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. All that precious military merit, killed by the demon.
What a waste!
Without slowing down, he muttered to himself: eat while you kill, don't just kill. Say some trash talk or something... anyway, leave some for me.
Boom.
Just as he reached the summit, he heard a loud crash, likely the sound of a tree falling.
"Quite a commotion! However, destroying the forest will result in a fine..."
Ryuji complained as he leaped onto a large tree and saw the demon.
At that moment, the demon was crouching on the ground, looking at a ninja who was trying to fight him even if he had to crawl. The demon nodded slightly and then smashed him to pieces with a single punch.
He began to feed.
This demon wore a purplish-red short-sleeved shirt with black stripes on the upper body, white shorts on the lower body, and a green belt.
Red prayer beads also hung from his ankles.
He had short peach-pink hair and line-shaped tattoos on his body. Perhaps because his skin was very pale, the color appeared very dark, almost black.
He was eating when he suddenly paused and looked up at the tree where Ryuji was. His golden pupils were clearly marked.
Upper Rank.
Three.
Ryuji stood on the tree, watching the demon spit out the corpse from his mouth and slowly stand up.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
What a coincidence. To actually run into Upper Rank Three, Akaza?
Then, he sighed.
He had just called those people unlucky, but he was the one with the ultimate bad luck.
Jumping down from the tree, Ryuji looked at the interested Akaza, bounced from foot to foot, and pulled up the gauntlets on his hands.
Facing Akaza, running away was suicide.
What Akaza despised most were cowards and petty people; what he liked most were the brave.
If it were a pure martial artist, that would be even better.
Of course, Akaza was also the Upper Rank Ryuji most wanted to encounter and the one he feared the least!
Even if he was stronger than in the original story, he wasn't afraid!
Because only Upper Rank Three wouldn't use dirty tricks; he fought directly and honorably!
Akaza looked at Ryuji, who had jumped down from the tree, his golden pupils dilating slightly:
"From the Demon Slayer Corps? Where is your sword?"
Ryuji raised his right fist, showing off the purple gauntlet: "I'm not good at using swords; I'm better at this... Also, although this is our first meeting, I really dislike you."
As soon as he spoke, Ryuji heard Akaza's breathing become heavy.
He was getting excited.
"Is that so? Actually, I also quite dislike weak humans..."
Akaza reached out his right hand and pointed at Ryuji, his golden pupils dilating as he said loudly: "But you are different!"
"You have a momentum that transcends Battle Spirit. Sometimes it feels very weak, and sometimes it feels very strong!"
He clenched his right hand into a fist, his voice filled with excitement: "Furthermore, this is the first time I've seen a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who doesn't use a sword!"
He glanced over, his mouth splitting into a grin:
"And you're a Pillar!"
Ryuji replied with a smile: "Yeah, I killed a Lower Rank One last time and was promoted to a Pillar. The Fist Hashira."
He had no doubt that Akaza recognized him as a Pillar, because the words "Destroyer of Demons" were engraved on his gauntlets.
Besides, Akaza had the ultimate skill of reading a person's strength through their aura.
"Fist?"
The smile on Akaza's face deepened:
"Even though I know I'll be refused, I still want to ask..."
Ryuji cracked his neck, bouncing lightly from side to side, and said in a low voice: "If you know you'll be refused, then don't ask..."
Hearing Ryuji's words, Akaza's face was full of excited ecstasy: "Hahaha, I like you! Join us and become a demon! Let us pursue the pinnacle of martial arts together!"
Ryuji sighed, loosened his shoulders, and muttered:
"You demons are all the same. Doma was like this, and you're like this too. Sigh... I only like soft and sweet girls!"
As he finished speaking, a red light flashed in his eyes, and his right fist was enveloped in Armament Haki:
"Therefore, I refuse!"
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