Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

Chapter 218 Layout
"Um"

Kamishiro Tsubaki slowly opened his eyes, and gradually regained consciousness. He felt a dull pain in his chest when he breathed, and he couldn't help but frown.

In the dim room, only a few faint rays of light seeped in through the window cracks.

Kamishiro Tsubaki tried to move her neck, which was wrapped in thick gauze.

"This is where."

Memories came flooding back. The last scene was the blond man grabbing his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

Kamishiro Tsubaki subconsciously reached for his waist, but found nothing. The Sun Blade was gone. He took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room. Kamishiro Tsubaki stood up, holding onto the wall, her steps somewhat unsteady.

He opened the door and was greeted by a gust of cold air.

After seeing the scene clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the end of the hall, a huge stone throne stood tall. Dio was leaning on it, one leg resting on the armrest.

He was playing with a crystal goblet in his hand, with scarlet liquid sloshing in it.

And lying beside his legs was a creepy monster, a huge black dog, but its head was a woman's head.

"Well"

A strong feeling of vomiting rose up in her throat, and Kamishiro Tsubaki covered her mouth, her stomach churning violently.

He had seen countless evil ghosts, but the monster before him that was alienating living people was more disgusting than any other ghost.

"Awake?" Dio looked at Kamishiro Tsubaki's reaction with interest, and reached out to stroke the monster's head. "Do you like my new pet?"

"What did you do to her?" Kamishiro Tsubaki said, her voice trembling as she tried to suppress the feeling of nausea.

"It's just a small modification." Dio said lazily, "This is my invention. I merged humans and animals to create a creature that completely obeys me."

"Why don't you kill me!" Kamishiro Tsubaki suppressed her nausea and stared at the figure on the throne.

"Hehe." Dio chuckled, stroking the monster's head with his slender fingers. "Although that old woman is also a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, she is just a peripheral member and knows too little information. And you..."

There was a hint of amusement in his golden eyes. "He has the information I want."

"Humph!" Kamishiro Tsubaki sneered, "Even if you kill me, I won't tell you anything!"

"Oh? Really?" Dio put the goblet on the armrest and slowly stood up. He looked down at Kamishiro Tsubaki and said, "I expected you to say that. But..."

"Do you think I would interrogate you in such a rough way? I prefer taming to violence."

Two zombies suddenly jumped out of the darkness, grabbed Kamishiro Tsubaki's arms on the left and right, and held him down.

Dio walked slowly to Kamishiro Tsubaki and reached out to pull out a strand of golden hair.

Under the gaze of Kamishiro Tsubaki, the hair began to wriggle, gradually expanding and deforming, and finally turned into a worm as thick as a thumb.

"Ugh!" Shendai Tsubaki's throat spasmed and stomach acid surged up his throat.

"As long as you put this thing into your head," Dio pinched the bug and put it close to Kamishiro Tsubaki's forehead, "you will become my most loyal servant."

“Stop!”

Dio put his fingers on his forehead, and with a little force, a tiny wound appeared on the skin.

The pale worm immediately drilled into the brain, and under Dio's deliberate control, it left almost no trace on the outside.

“Ah!!!” Kamishiro Tsubaki’s body twitched violently and her eyes rolled back.

A few seconds later, Kamishiro Tsubaki's body suddenly stopped shaking. He slowly stood up, turned to Dio, and then knelt down heavily.

"Lord Dio." His voice was filled with fanatical admiration, "Your loyal servant salutes you."

Dio sat back on the throne and gently shook the blood cup in his hand: "Tell me, what is the strongest strength of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"With my abilities, I can't even last a single round against the weakest 'Pillar'." Kamishiro Tsubaki remained kneeling, her voice trembling, "Each of those monsters has strength far beyond that of an ordinary person."

"Pillar?" A hint of interest flashed in Dio's eyes.

"Yes, they are the nine strongest swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, and each of them has a unique breathing method."

"So, what about the Ghost King Muzan?"

"The Demon King." Kamishiro Tsubaki paused. "No one has ever seen his true appearance. Even the spies of the Demon Slayer Corps have never been able to successfully track him down."

"And he has six of the strongest demons under his command, known as the Upper Ranks. Their strength is second only to Muzan, and they have never been killed by any swordsman. Each of them possesses extremely powerful blood demon arts."

Dio leaned back on the throne, lost in thought. According to the information from Kamishiro Tsubaki, the power system of this world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

With his current abilities, he is probably unable to compete with those top powerhouses. Before dealing with Muzan, he needs to strengthen his own strength first.

Dio looked at Kamishiro Tsubaki: "Tell me, how does the Demon Slayer Corps operate? What is the relationship between you and the shogunate?"

"Master Dio, the Demon Slayer Corps has been managed by the Ubuyashiki family for generations." Kamishiro Tsubaki replied respectfully, "All the funds and equipment come from the private property of this family."

A gleam of light flashed in Dio's eyes. An organization that does not rely on official power and is completely managed by private individuals...

"Someone come here." Dio whispered, and a zombie immediately walked out from the shadows, holding Kamishiro Tsubaki's Sun Blade in both hands.

"Here." Dio gestured to Kamishiro Tsubaki, "I want you to return to the Demon Slayer Corps and continue your work."

Kamishiro Tsubaki took the knife, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Master, what do you mean?"

"You will receive my instructions soon." Dio's voice was full of unquestionable command, "Until then, do not reveal your identity."

Just as Kamishiro Tsubaki was about to stand up, Dio suddenly said, "Wait. You can't just go back like this."

Kamishiro Tsubaki immediately understood what Dio meant. He drew out the Sun Blade without hesitation, and a cold light flashed across the blade.

"puff!"

Blood splattered and his left arm fell to the ground. There was no expression of pain on his face, as if it was not his own arm that was cut off.

Kamishiro Tsubaki gritted his teeth and immediately practiced the Water Breathing Technique, concentrating his energy to stop the bleeding.

Dio threw him a cloth bag: "Here are the things you need. Remember, don't let anyone discover your true identity."

Kamishiro Tsubaki knelt on one knee and said, "As you command, Master. I will definitely live up to your trust."

…………

after one day
Inside the imperial palace in the capital, a violent cough was heard.

"Ugh" Jia Ren raised his hand and another mouthful of blood spurted onto the handkerchief. He wiped the corner of his mouth tremblingly, his face as pale as paper.

"Your Majesty!" The maids rushed over after hearing the noise, "Do you want to call a doctor?" "Get out!" Jiaren waved his hands violently, and the teacup smashed to the ground, "Everyone, get out!"

The maids hurriedly retreated, leaving only Jiaren alone.

He leaned on the couch, his eyes falling on the prescription on the table. The doctor said that his condition was getting worse and he would live for no more than three years.

"Why." He clenched the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white, "Why can't I live a few more years? I don't want to die, I don't want to die like this!"

"Hehe." A low laugh suddenly sounded in the bedroom.

Jiaren sat up suddenly: "Who?!"

"I can fulfill your wish."

A deep voice suddenly sounded in the room. Jiaren turned his head sharply and saw a blond man standing in the corner of the room.

"Protect!" Jia Ren was about to shout when a hand grabbed his throat like lightning.

The hand was so cold that it didn't seem human, and Jiaren felt like a poisonous snake was wrapped around his neck.

"You want to live, right?" Dio's voice was full of temptation. "If you become my slave, you can gain eternal life!"

The blood vessels in his arms were wriggling, and a stream of dark red blood flowed through his fingertips into Jiaren's neck.

"what!"

The intense pain made Jiaren scream, and Dio let go of his hand. He fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Dio walked slowly to the throne and sat down, admiring the scene before him.

Gradually, Jiaren stopped struggling.

He stood up slowly, feeling the power surging in his body. The pain that had plagued him for many years completely disappeared, replaced by unprecedented vitality.

But when his eyes fell on Dio, a sense of oppression from deep in his blood suddenly surged into his heart.

Jiaren's knees fell down uncontrollably. It was an irresistible urge, as if his whole body should submit to the man in front of him.

He crawled to Dio's feet and kissed his boots devoutly: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master, for giving me a new life."

"Arise, my servant."

Dio nodded with satisfaction, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, "Tell me, do you know the Ubuyashiki family?"

"Yes." Jia Ren replied respectfully, "They are one of the richest businessmen in the country, and their family assets are spread all over the country."

"I don't want this family to continue to exist." Dio stood up: "So, do you know what to do?"

"Understood, Master." Jia Ren nodded, turned and walked to the door, "Come in!"

A young maid in a kimono walked quickly into the hall.

When she saw Dior in the room, she was visibly stunned. His overly perfect face and golden hair seemed particularly out of place in Japan of that era, but she didn't dare to say anything more.

"Go, pass the order down." Yoshihito's voice was calm. "Tell the commander-in-chief of the army to come to me immediately and tell him that I have something important to discuss."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The maids immediately withdrew.

Dio smiled. "Very good. The first step is to destroy the foundation of the Ubuyashiki family."

………………

In the Butterfly House, in a quiet ward.

"Um"

Zenitsu slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness still a little fuzzy.

He tried to stand up, but felt a tearing pain all over his body. He looked down and saw that his body was wrapped in thick bandages.

"Don't move." A gentle voice sounded: "Your body has overused Thunder Breathing in battle, and your muscles and nerves have been severely damaged."

Zenitsu turned his head and saw Kanao sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl of warm water in her hand.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Zenitsu picked up the warm water and drank it.

Kanao put the bowl aside: "It's been three days."

"Three days?!" Zenitsu sat up suddenly, pulling his muscles and gasping in pain.

At this moment, Zenitsu was stunned, and his memory of the battle was blank. He only remembered that he used the Breathing of Thunder, and he knew nothing after that.

"Brother Tsubaki!" Zenitsu suddenly grabbed Kanao's wrist, "How is Brother Tsubaki?"

Kanao said solemnly, "Brother Kamishiro was found by the rescue team the next day, far away from you. His injuries were more serious than yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Zenitsu bit his lip, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes: "It's all my fault for being so useless"

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. A man in black haori walked in quickly: "Master Zenitsu, the Lords want to see you."

"What? The Pillar?!" Zenitsu's voice suddenly rose an octave, and he shrank into the quilt. "Why, why do you want to see me?"

Yin looked serious: "It's about Qingye Town."

"No," Zenitsu shivered while hugging the quilt, "I don't remember anything, and, and the pillars are too scary."

Without waiting for Zenitsu to say anything, Yin stepped forward and swiftly carried him on his back.

"Wait, wait a minute! I can walk by myself!" Zenitsu struggled in panic.

At this time, the atmosphere in the meeting room of the Ubuyashiki residence was solemn.

Shinobu Kocho spread out the report in her hand: "According to the on-site investigation, although these transformed people have the characteristics of ghosts, they are very different from ordinary ghosts."

"What's the difference?" asked Giyu Tomioka, crossing his arms.

She tapped the paper with her fingers. "First of all, they don't have obvious ghost characteristics, and they can even perfectly disguise themselves as ordinary people. What's even stranger is that they have no reaction to wisteria flowers."

"The most dangerous thing is," her voice became serious, "although these monsters are not strong individually, they seem to be able to reproduce quickly. In just a few days, all the residents of Qingye Town were transformed."

"It's so sad, it's like a plague." Rock Pillar Beimingyu Xingmei said in a low voice.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Zenitsu, who had completely curled up into a ball, walked in with his back turned.

"Excuse me," Yin bowed slightly, "I brought Master Zenitsu here."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the trembling Zenitsu.

(End of this chapter)