Soon, the Butterfly Estate’s logistics team arrived at the scene.
The three reincarnators were in a sorry state, looking as if they might ascend to heaven any second, which sent the medical staff into a frantic rush to treat them.
After a long while, things finally calmed down, giving Fang Bo a chance to voice his thoughts.
“I have something in mind. What do you two think about it?
Seeing his serious expression, his teammates exchanged glances, knowing that what he was about to say must be very important.
Previously, when discussing how to deal with the Upper Moons, he had always maintained a relaxed demeanor.
It was this confidence that had inspired them to agree to face opponents beyond their capability.
Now, his somber attitude suggested that the matter was even more severe than fighting an Upper Moon.
After contemplating, Fang Bo decided to get straight to the point. “Have you heard of world missions?”
This was a completely redundant question. As the most rewarding series of tasks, every reincarnator had dreamed of completing one.
The two weren’t fools. Hearing Fang Bo’s question, they instantly grasped the underlying implication.
“You… You mean you have a way to trigger a world mission?!” Dailin’s excitement was evident, his voice involuntarily rising in pitch.
Realizing his outburst, he coughed and lay back on the stretcher.
“It’s just a possibility,” Fang Bo replied, dampening their enthusiasm. “Even if we succeed, you won’t be able to participate with your current ranks.”
Yes, even if they triggered the Infinity Castle showdown, it would involve the Ten Pillars and the main characters. Two unranked swordsmen wouldn’t be allowed to participate.
To join in, there was only one solution: they had to become Fang Bo’s “successors.”
“I hate that term,” Ali grumbled.
Unlike the ninja, Ali felt a closer bond with Jason. He was confident he wouldn’t be left out if there were benefits.
Of course, friendships couldn’t be eaten; Ali knew he needed to pay the price for the successor status.
Money wasn’t an issue. Ali would be very hdoesn’tf Fang Bo didn’t awilln him.
“So, what do we need to pay?” Compared to the somewhat naive Ali, Dailin was more observant.
If it were just money, they’d already be discussing prices. The hesitation suggested a special request, like completing a task or hunting an enemy.
Whatever the specifics, the price clearly aligned with a world mission. Dailin understood this well.
Seeing Dailin’s straightforward question, Fang Bo didn’t hesitate to explain his real need in detail.
“No matter how small the chance, I need to try,” he concluded.
This was Fang Bo’s third-story world, including Demon Slayer. He had completed many hidden missions and defeated stronger enemies.
Besides the plot advantages, his most significant reliance was the fused legendary talent. He would have died many times without Heart of Steel’s life bonus.
If he could evolve his talent, it would be worth any risk.
“I see,” Ali said, frowning. “I don’t know if I can return to reality, but I think I’ve seen a similar option.”
Surprised, Dailin turned to look at him.
What do you mean, can’t return to reality?
Before he could ponder further, Ali agreed readily, like friends arranging afternoon tea.
Dailin needed to know that Ali was originally from a story world. He had no ties in reality, so he had no worries.
On the contrary, Dailin had a happy family and friends. If something happened, there’d be no turning back.
It’s said you can never be too careful. Better safe than sorry.
“I need some time.” This was Dailin’s reply.
Fang Bo understood. He wouldn’t have agreed so quickly, either.
Oh, Ali was an exception. The sorcerer was too trusting, so it was no wonder he had been tricked into the space as a follower.
There was still time before the Spider Lily plan began. Meanwhile, the two needed to boost their achievements. Helping defeat an Upper Moon wasn’t enough to make them successors.
Even with Fang Bo’s recommendation, they needed to prove their abilities.
Next, they needed to complete many hunting tasks.
“Before the second main mission, return to the Demon Slayer headquarters and give me your answers.”
With that, Fang Bo left the Butterfly Estate vehicle.
“Sir.” A veiled woman approached and respectfully knelt. “The master has agreed to your request. We will take you to the Swordsmith Village immediately.”
“Thank you.”
He climbed onto her back, and the young lady carried away the young lady carried the self-proclaimed tenth pillar, Fang Bo.
She was from the Demon Slayer Corps’ logistics division, the “Hidden.” To travel to the headquarters or the Swordsmith Village, one had to be escorted by the Hidden.
Everyone had to be blindfolded and earplugged to prevent enemy attacks, and the routes and escorts changed every time, minimizing the risk of leaks.
Feeling the softness of the female member’s body, the exhausted Fang Bo drifted into sleep.
In his sleep, he felt himself being carried by various people, sensing no malice, so he remained asleep.
His mental energy was restored when he woke up the following day, and he naturally opened his eyes.
“You’re awake.” Feeling the movement on her back, the girl smiled. “You must be exhausted. The Upper Moons are very powerful, aren’t they?”
The news of Upper Moon Three’s defeat had spread within a day. Three pillars had battled Akaza, ensuring the safety of hundreds of passengers.
The members had heard about the Infinity Train incident and knew a tenth pillar had appeared.
Although it seemed strange, morale was higher than ever, and even the Hidden members were all smiles.
“Put me down.” Seeing the Swordsmith Village ahead, there was no need to be carried anymore.
The girl was small and thin, making her ride uncomfortable. The first carrier had been more pleasant.
Feet back on the ground, he thanked her softly and walked into the Swordsmith Village.
A quaint village hidden in a dense bamboo forest, it featured rows of orderly smithy houses. Through open doors, Fang Bo saw blacksmiths diligently forging and refining tools.
Their dedication was palpable as if they were crafting not just weapons but works of art.
Apprentices around them earnestly learned, their eyes shining with love and respect for the craft.
The hammering sounded like a symphony, bringing Fang Bo peace. Even the air seemed to be filled with a serene beauty.
As the Demon Slayer Corps’ most crucial logistics division, the Swordsmith Village comprised about a hundred artisans, primarily responsible for providing high-quality weapons—Nichirin Blades.
The village chief was the highest-ranking figure whom every visiting Demon Slayer Corps member should meet.
After asking for directions, Fang Bo soon found the short-statured old chief.
Learning that Fang Bo was the hero who defeated an Upper Moon, the chief readily agreed to his request and pointed out the residence of repairman Koito.
“Sigh, that child cherishes the doll greatly. He hides and cries after every training session.”
The training doll, Yoriichi Type Zero, was the Koito family’s masterpiece. Unfortunately, before the grandparents could pass on their skills, they died in a mysterious cave in the back mountains.
Demon Slayer members had investigated, but the cave was too complex, and no one who went in ever came out.
Over time, no one attempted to search, and the techniques for repairing the battle doll were lost.
Despite Koito’s efforts, skills needed time to accumulate, not just hard work.
Today, Yoriichi Type Zero was on the brink of breaking down, and soon it would stop working altogether.
As a training doll, its purpose was to help the Demon Slayer Corps improve. Koito couldn’t refuse Fang Bo’s request.
The chief hoped Fang Bo would be gentle with the child, who had been through a lot.
“I understand.” He nodded, promising to obtain the doll most reasonably.
Fang Bo needed to enhance his strength with a new Upper Moon threat looming. The best way was to get Yoriichi Type Zero and repair it.
Such a valuable item couldn’t be simply requested. He needed to find Koito’s grandparents’ remains.
Recovering the lost techniques was the only way to earn the right to use Yoriichi Type Zero.
After saying goodbye to the kind chief, Fang Bo headed towards the back mountain, encountering a familiar face halfway.
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