At the Butterfly Estate, in the back mountain training grounds.
“Damn it.”
With a string of curses, Dairen jumped onto the training hill, glaring ahead with a sullen expression. He was furious.
Before entering this world, Dairen had spent a fortune on detailed intel, which included an introduction to the world of Demon Slayer and many secret pieces of information unknown to outsiders.
For example, the theory that Sanemi Shinazugawa and Genya Shinazugawa were brothers. There had always been speculation about the world’s chosen ones, and Dairen was inclined to believe that the Shinazugawa brothers were favoured by destiny.
Yes, during his disappearance, Dairen had gone to find Genya, hoping to uncover some special missions from him. But needless to say, his plans failed. Other than having a unique constitution, Genya had nothing particularly special.
Oh, that double-barreled flintlock rifle was quite nice, but Dairen had no interest in firearms. In other words, he had completely wasted over twenty days.
Meanwhile, Ari had simply been hunting demons, killing wherever he went without worrying about the rewards of his actions. Ironically, this approach often triggered missions that ordinary reincarnators couldn’t see, as evidenced by Ari’s cheerful demeanour and apparent good fortune.
With bloodshot eyes, Dairen sat in silence, attracting the curious gaze of Fang Bo, who was training his puppet nearby.
“What are you looking at?” Dairen snapped, furious.
“Nothing,” Fang Bo said, retracting his gaze with a hint of disappointment.
He thought Dairen might awaken a Mangekyō Sharingan out of sheer anger, but the Sharingan remained at the two-tomoe stage, with no change.
All this time, Fang Bo had never asked how Dairen obtained his Sharingan. Judging by its level, it was undoubtedly a high-quality one. His strength was only part of the story—Dairen must have paid a high price for it.
Setting aside his curiosity about others’ secrets, Fang Bo turned to the front, where the sorcerer was practising his techniques.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed since everyone gathered at the Butterfly Estate. Not just the reincarnators, but the remaining Hashira had also assembled.
They were conducting pre-battle training, aiming to help everyone master the Mark. The Flame Hashira, Sound Hashira, Love Hashira, and Mist Hashira had all activated their Marks. The remaining five were just a step away, likely to achieve the full Mark team achievement soon.
Interestingly, the main characters had also arrived at the Butterfly Estate. Tanjiro and the others were undergoing endurance training.
However, with the plot moving so fast, the main characters, who had just mastered Total Concentration Breathing, couldn’t provide much help.
But then again, anything could happen. “Plot armour” was a main character’s staple, and in the heat of battle, Tanjiro might suddenly comprehend the Transparent World.
According to the intel, the Demon Slayer Corps had obtained the Blue Spider Lily.
This was what Muzan Kibutsuji had long desired, and the news would surely lure him out. Moving everyone away from headquarters was likely a precaution against collateral damage, with the master planning a suicide mission against Muzan.
The result was predictable—Muzan wouldn’t die so easily, and the outcome would hinge on the hard power of both sides.
All they could do now was wait for the shocking explosion from the headquarters.
“Maybe I can do some small trades.” Looking at the weapons and equipment in his space, Fang Bo thought about holding a mini-trading session before the final battle.
Everyone could exchange their resources to see if they could further strengthen their abilities.
True to his word, he immediately called his three teammates over.
Dairen, the annoyed ninja, Ari, the smiling sorcerer, and the doctor, who was playing with his scalpel, gathered. Thanks to the “Family Contract,” they shared a common interest in completing the world mission successfully.
Upon hearing his trading proposal, no one objected.
As the meeting’s organizer, Fang Bo naturally took the lead in presenting his items.
When he laid out all his items, the other three gasped in shock.
【Blood Demon Art: Infinite Hell Tree, price: 1000 plot points】
【Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Sickles, price: 600 plot points】
【Blood Demon Art: Claw Split, price: 300 plot points】
【Thunder Killing Staff, price: 1500 plot points】
“Damn, did you rob the Demon King?” Ari’s eyes sparkled, fixated on the epic Thunder Killing Staff, drooling at the thought of equipping it.
Without much hesitation, he immediately bought the powerful Thunder Killing Staff.
Dairen, wide-eyed with disbelief, glared at his teammate. He had wandered for over twenty days, gaining nothing, while Fang Bo had acquired so many valuable items.
After grumbling to himself for a while, Dairen traded 1000 plot points. “Give me the Infinite Hell Tree. A friend of mine will be interested in it.”
They were all close, having fought side by side in the real world, so the process was very casual.
The doctor, always on the periphery, waited for the others to make their choices before taking the remaining two Blood Demon Art scrolls.
Thanks to the high quality of the items, Fang Bo’s things were quickly snapped up.
He was very pleased with the results. Selling to his teammates first made sense since enhancing their strength was mutually beneficial.
Plot Points: 5200
Seeing his plot points skyrocket, Fang Bo was in high spirits, eagerly anticipating the upcoming world mission.
While he was lost in thought, the others began displaying their trade items.
There were several healing items Fang Bo was interested in, but upon hearing that Ari’s stock was depleted, he generously let his teammates take them.
In an emergency, his Perfect Recovery Potion could save his life. For regular injuries, the Three Brothers of Titans were his mobile blood bank, thanks to his “Plunder” ability.
During these days, Fang Bo hadn’t been idle. He continuously invited key characters to spar, using his identity as the Spider Hashira. Without guns or shikigami, he relied solely on his puppet for swordsmanship duels.
The result was clear—he was no match for the Hashira in terms of swordsmanship. Even maxing out “Basic Swordsmanship” and “Basic Close Combat” wouldn’t reach their level of expertise.
He needed higher-level skills, such as the “Proficient” base abilities typical of a difficulty-two world. These skill scrolls were rare, and despite his constant challenges, he hadn’t found any.
He suspected it was related to the world’s difficulty, where certain things weren’t meant for difficulty reincarnator.
“The strict space restrictions highlight their rarity and importance.”
To learn advanced skills, one must master the corresponding basic abilities. Limiting the flow of proficient-level skills might be a way to prevent teams from exploiting loopholes.
“Space aims to cultivate excellent warriors but avoids large-scale recruitment of reincarnators, hiding its existence from the outside world.”
It felt as though something even the Reincarnation Space feared existed.
Considering the so-called space wars, Fang Bo had some understanding: “It seems space has competitors, just like us.”
Helping space achieve victory in these wars could yield extraordinary rewards, explaining why reincarnators were so keen on war missions.
The small team’s trade session ended, with Fang Bo selling the most items and the doctor buying the most. The doctor seemed to purchase everything that caught his eye, including two off-hand weapons, which couldn’t be used simultaneously.
“That’s extravagant,” Ari remarked, eyeing him like a hidden tycoon.
Having interchangeable gear with different attribute boosts and skills would greatly enhance combat effectiveness. But the plot points required were immense, making it more feasible to sell surplus equipment.
Even Fang Bo only had one “3D Maneuver Gear” as a backup. The cost of maintaining multiple items was staggering.
After the doctor left, Dairen frowned and asked, “Do you trust him? He seems a bit off.”
He pointed to his head, implying the doctor’s mental state.
“Who cares, as long as he can fight.”
“True.”
Though the team appeared relaxed, they were all uneasy, especially Fang Bo. He had tested Tanjiro and his group’s strength and found them lacking.
Compared to the original plot’s final battle, the Demon Slayer Corps had gained the Flame Hashira and Sound Hashira but lost the combat potential of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, who hadn’t reached their full power.
It was hard to judge which side had the upper hand.
Without the reincarnator team, Fang Bo feared the Demon Slayer Corps’ chances would be slimmer.
“There’s no room for complacency.”
For the next few days, they continued training until the second main mission notification appeared, signalling the true final battle was about to begin.
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