Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 230 Doma: Ms. Kanae, would you... like to become a demon?
Shinobu was completely stunned by the sight before her!

Was that... really Mo Yu? In just a short moment, how could he...?

Admittedly, he displayed strength far exceeding that of ordinary team members when he killed those two evil spirits blocking his way.

But it was nothing like the one just now... that effortless and carefree stroll, yet it carried a heart-stopping, majestic majesty, like the sun!
Whether it was the extremely fast thrust that seemed to pierce through space, or the earth-shattering, all-encompassing sword slash, both far exceeded her preconceived notions about the strength of Demon Slayer Mo Yu!
In particular, the intense, masculine energy contained in the blade's gleam, which seemed capable of directly burning the soul, filled her with a strange sense of awe even from such a distance!

How many secrets is he still hiding?

But the shock lasted only a moment.

Shinobu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and once again pushed her speed to the limit, following closely behind.

She knew very well that now was not the time to investigate these things; the most important thing was to find her sister!
The two men, one in front and one behind, moved like two sharp arrows.

Under the almost tyrannical way that Mo Yu of Demon Slayer cleared the way, he encountered almost no decent resistance and had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Eternal Bliss Cult.

From afar, one could already faintly hear the sounds of weapons clashing, and...

Some kind of nauseating, chilling energy fluctuation!

"elder sister!"

Shinobu's heart leaped into her throat; an ominous premonition gripped her.

And ahead lies Mo Yu, the Demon Slayer.

His steps didn't falter, but his eyes had already turned into a frozen, icy coldness!
The Main Hall of the Eternal Bliss Sect!
Inside the hall, the once solemn statues of gods had been shattered, and the murals of bliss depicted on the four walls were now covered with ferocious frost and slash marks.

"Huh...ha..."

Kanae Kocho, leaning on her Nichirin Blade, knelt on one knee, panting heavily. A trace of crimson blood hung from the corner of her mouth, and the web of her right hand holding the blade was split open, the blood staining the hilt red.

The butterfly haori, which symbolizes the flower pillar's identity, has been torn and damaged in several places, revealing the skin underneath that has turned purple from the cold.

Her face was as pale as paper, but in her usually gentle eyes, there still burned an inextinguishable flame of pride and indomitable fighting spirit that belonged to the Pillar!
Flower Breathing - Type 5 - Fruitless Peony!
Forcibly suppressing her surging blood and the chilling energy invading her body, Kanae let out a sharp cry, and her figure suddenly transformed into a rapidly spinning phantom!

As she spun, the Nichirin Blade unleashed nine continuous, dreamlike slashes, each as dazzling and deadly as a layer of blooming peony, all aimed at the culprit who stood calmly in front of her, seemingly in complete control!

However, faced with this exquisite sword technique that embodied all the power and will of the flower pillar, the handsome young man with white oak hair and eyes that seemed to reflect a seven-colored rainbow simply smiled slightly.

Without even moving a step, he merely waved a pair of golden iron fans in his hand casually.

Blood Demon Art: Frozen Clouds!

Without any warning, a cloud of ice crystals appeared out of thin air and instantly enveloped Kanae.

The seemingly gentle icy mist contained extreme freezing air, which not only greatly slowed down Kanae's movements, but also continuously eroded her body temperature and physical strength.

The nine dazzling slashes, upon contact with the icy mist, were like summer flowers encountering winter snow; their brilliance diminished, their speed decreased drastically, and they were easily shattered by the few ice crystals casually swung by the young man.

The young man, or rather Upper Moon Two Doma, gracefully retracted his iron fan and gently tapped his palm with the fan ribs, producing a crisp sound.

"Oh dear, Ms. Kanae, why bother with this futile struggle?"

He still wore a gentle smile that seemed to convey compassion, and spoke softly, yet his tone was full of condescending mockery and amusement.

"Your 'Breath of Flowers'... is truly beautiful. Like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the dark night, so splendid, so dazzling, yet... so fleeting, so fragile and ephemeral. It's truly... so pitiful."

Doma walked forward slowly with leisurely steps.

They paced around the woman who, with her last ounce of will, was desperately wielding her sword to fend off the ever-approaching ice crystal fragments. Their gazes were focused, as if they were admiring a rare work of art that was about to shatter, yet which only made it more poignant.

"To be honest, Ms. Kanae,"

Douma tilted his head slightly. His beautiful rainbow-colored eyes revealed no genuine human emotion, only a childlike, empty, and pure curiosity.

"You are truly the most special girl I have ever met in my long life."

"So kind, so gentle, even when facing a 'devil' like me with blood on his hands."
There was never fear or hatred in your eyes, only pity and an unwavering determination to 'save' me. That persistence is truly...so endearing it melts my heart.

“And then,” he suddenly leaned closer, took a deep breath, and his face instantly revealed an almost morbid, ecstatic expression.

"I don't know why, but just being here next to Ms. Kanae, smelling this... um, it smells like a wonderful fragrance made up of countless flowers."

Even my heart, which has never felt any 'emotions' since birth, seems to... feel a slight... how to describe it? Is it 'peace'? Or 'joy'?
"It's incredible!"

"Shut up!"

Kanae Kocho gritted her teeth, enduring the pain and the chilling cold, trying to find an opportunity to retaliate, and said coldly:

"You murderous, manipulative devil! I will never let you..."

"Oh, don't put it so harshly."

Douma interrupted her with a smile, spreading his hands and putting on an innocent look.

"I 'eat people,' not to inflict cruelty or satisfy my appetite." "I'm 'saving' them!"

To liberate them from the endless sea of ​​suffering of birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, and unfulfilled desires.

"I founded this 'Eternal Bliss Religion' precisely to guide those lost sheep and enable them to attain eternal 'peace' and 'bliss' ahead of time, didn't I?"

“Look,” Douma raised his hand, pointing to the fanatics huddled in the shadows in the corner of the hall, those who hadn’t been turned into demons by him, but now stared at the battlefield with empty, numb eyes.
“They are all happy now, aren’t they? No pain, no worries, no desires, and they have obtained the eternal life they sought… albeit in a rather unusual form.”

"To be eaten by me, to become one with me, to become part of my 'Paradise of Bliss' is the greatest honor for them, and the most longed-for destination in their hearts!"

"This is not bliss at all! This is a place far more terrifying than the deepest hell!"

Kanae was so angry at his twisted and absurd arguments that she trembled all over.

Anger temporarily overwhelmed the pain and weakness in her body, and she once again gathered her remaining strength and swung her sword at Doma!

Flower Breathing - Fourth Form - Red Flower Robe!

The blade seemed to be instantly enveloped in a layer of flowing, thin, crimson energy 'sleeve'.

The blade's path became unpredictable, twisting and turning at extremely tricky and strange angles, aiming straight for Doma's seemingly defenseless neck!
"Oh, what a stubborn child, Ms. Kanae."

Doma remained as calm and collected as ever, effortlessly blocking Kanae's blade with a flick of his iron fan.

clang!
The fan ribs and the blade collided violently, producing a crisp ringing sound!
Kanae felt an overwhelming force far beyond her imagination, accompanied by an even colder and more piercing chill. Her arm holding the sword throbbed with pain, and she almost dropped the Nichirin Blade.

“However,” Douma said with a smile, looking at her furrowed brows in pain, his tone becoming increasingly gentle, as if whispering between lovers, “that stubbornness of yours is also what makes you so adorable.”

"So, I've changed my mind, Ms. Kanae."

He retracted the iron fan, letting Kanae stagger backward from the shock, and slowly spoke in a tone that was almost compassionate, yet also like a divine act of charity:
"I've decided not to eat you."

Kanae was taken aback, then her eyes blazed with even greater fury: "You think I would..."

"Shh-"

Douma raised a finger to his lips, his smile still innocent and pure, with a hint of childlike cunning.
"Let me finish speaking, don't rush."

"I don't intend to devour you anymore," he said, enunciating each word clearly. For the first time, a strange, almost greedy and fanatical light finally shone in his rainbow-colored eyes.
"Because I feel that it would be such a pity and a waste if someone as pure, beautiful, and 'special' as Ms. Kanae were to wither and disappear like an ordinary flower."

“So,” Doma stepped forward, closing in on Kanae, his voice filled with a seductive magic.

"I want to... keep you by my side forever."

"Miss Kanae, would you... like to become a demon?"

"With just a nod from you, I can immediately share my precious blood with you."

You will gain eternal life, never aging, never dying; you will possess unparalleled strength a hundredfold, a thousandfold greater than you currently have, and you will never again be so easily injured, never again feel any pain.

“We can be together forever. In this ‘paradise’ I’ve created for you, I will cherish you…”

"Look how good I am to you! What a blessing this is!" Douma opened his arms wide, as if embracing a bright future, his tone full of temptation:
"Think about it carefully, Ms. Kanae. Eternal life, eternal beauty, and me... eternal companionship."

"Isn't this a thousand times, ten thousand times better than what you are doing now, fighting to the death for those ignorant, fragile mortals whose lives are as fleeting as morning dew, only to ultimately turn into a handful of dust?"

"You...you're dreaming!!"

Kanae Butterfly trembled violently with rage, her face flushed red with anger and humiliation.

To her, Doma's words were an insult a thousand times more vicious than being executed by slow slicing!

This is not only a trampling on her dignity as a 'pillar', but also a complete denial of everything she has protected and the beliefs she has upheld!

She suddenly raised her Nichirin Blade and, recklessly like a moth drawn to a flame, charged towards Doma once more!

"Sigh...what a pity."

Seeing that determined figure charging towards him, the smile on Doma's face finally vanished completely.

Instead, there is a cold and indifferent 'disappointment' similar to that felt when a child's beloved toy misbehaves.

"It seems that the only way is to first completely deprive you of the ability to resist, and then slowly and patiently 'persuade' you."

Before he finished speaking, the pair of golden iron fans in his hands suddenly unfolded completely!

The ice-blue patterns on the fan surface glowed with an eerie light!

Blood Demon Art: Mandala Flower!!!
In an instant!
Countless giant lotus vines made of ice crystals surged wildly from the ground as if they were alive.

With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it sprang up and surged from all directions, from the ground, walls, and even the ceiling, engulfing and strangling the already exhausted Kanae Butterfly!

(End of this chapter)