Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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Nearly a month later, just as Kyoto was within reach, news arrived that they would be returning to headquarters for a meeting of the pillars.

This time, it was Shinazugawa Sanemi, who had killed the Lower Moon One, Ubume, who recovered from his injuries and, thanks to his achievement of killing the Twelve Demon Moons, successfully promoted to the new "Wind Pillar".

Xia Yan could only run back to headquarters with a bitter expression.

After making three trips back and forth, he finally arrived in Tokyo, the city he had been longing to visit.

Winter nights always come especially quickly. By the time they arrived in Asakusa, it was already pitch black. Natsuhiko even went out of his way to find the udon noodle stall that Tanjiro had praised as delicious, and he actually found it.

The taste is indeed quite good.

After eating ten bowls of udon noodles of different flavors to fill his stomach, Xia Yan paid the bill and left with a flourish, under the boss's disapproving look, who had a hairstyle similar to One-Punch Man's.

Unlike the rhythm of life in villages and towns where people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, Tokyo Prefecture, which is already nearly modernized, remains brightly lit even at night.

However, even in the most bustling cities, there are still dark corners that are not illuminated by lights.

After all, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow becomes.

At this moment, Xia Yan was constantly moving through these dark alleys where no light could be seen, searching for his prey.

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More accurately, it uses itself as bait to lure the prey. After all, high-level hunters often appear in the form of prey.

During his three-month demon-hunting journey, Xia Yan discovered something particularly interesting.

Perhaps it's due to the powerful vitality of his Lunaria bloodline in the One Piece world, or perhaps it's because practicing Ripple gave his blood even higher energy.

In short, the result was his blood, although it didn't have the special effect of making demons like they were drunk, like Sanemi Shinazugawa.

However, in terms of sheer appeal, it is more than ten times stronger than rare blood.

The allure of ghosts is akin to that of pesticides for the dead to elementary school students, or the allure of an old-fashioned popcorn machine to college students.

As long as I hear a sound, even if I'm 800 meters away and don't intend to buy anything, I'll go and take a look.

And it's the kind of smell that gets more and more addictive the more you smell it.

He even conducted a test specifically for this purpose.

I found a relatively large town, made a small cut on my hand, and walked around the town twice.

Suddenly, five ghosts appeared and immediately started fighting over Xia Yan's possession, creating a rather brutal scene. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Xia Yan was using ghosts to create a kind of Gu poison.

These idiots fought for most of the night, and no amount of persuasion could stop them. The blood they shed was enough to open a small bathhouse.

Xia Yan, who was enjoying the spectacle, even picked a ghost that caught his eye and flicked two drops of blood into its mouth.

It turned out that the female ghost was acting like she'd been given drugs, incredibly excited.

However, it only lasted a few minutes before wilting, as if it had entered a state of sagehood.

Later, Xia Yan conducted a special inspection and found that every ghost in the entire town had come over, which was much more convenient than him searching door to door.

Chapter 74 Do you want your uncle to teach you how to climb the ladder?

"Aren't you coming out? If you don't come out soon, I'm leaving."

"This 'ghost' lady—"

In the dimly lit alley, Xia Yan turned his head and spoke in a somewhat flippant tone to the empty alley entrance.

The next second, a girl wearing an orange kimono with a black overcoat and shoulder-length hair with orange highlights at the ends walked out.

She was also holding a beautifully decorated, expensive-looking temari ball in her hand, which she gently tapped on the ground, producing a crisp, bell-like sound.

It's worth mentioning that her eyes are quite unique.

His bright yellow pupils had white horizontal lines and jet-black vertical lines, making him look like Naruto in Six Paths Mode.

The handball demon, who had initially thought it was just a case of encountering prey, paused for a moment after hearing Xia Yan's words, and his eyes became more wary.

"Are you a demon slayer?!"

"How did you know I was following you? When did you find out?"

Although she looks like an adult, her voice is as childish as a child's, and her speaking style is somewhat childish, making her seem easy to fool.

When was it discovered?

Xia Yan repeated her question, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Your question about 800 isn't quite accurate."

"I didn't stop to wait for you because I found out you were following me."

"To be precise, I was the first to find you, who had transformed into a little girl and was playing temari with other children. Since there were too many people around and it was inconvenient to take action, I used my blood to lure you here."

"It's not that I discovered you chasing after me, it's that I found you hiding!"

Upon hearing Xia Yan's words, Handball Demon's pupils contracted slightly, and he had a vague sense of unease.

Had I fallen into the Demon Slayer Corps's trap?!

Thinking of this, she looked around warily, just in case something happened.

Seeing the handball demon warily scanning her surroundings, Xia Yan guessed what she was thinking and chuckled softly, saying:

"Heh, don't worry. I'm all alone here."

"I just didn't expect that even though you're a ghost, you still have such a childlike heart. You actually played ball with human children. And you were surprisingly cute when you were little. Could it be that the little girl was your true form..."

call--

Before Xia Yan could finish speaking, a beautifully decorated temari ball that looked quite valuable flew towards him.

Just by listening to the sound of the wind it generates, you know that its power should not be underestimated.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy a building, Xia Yan simply stretched out his hand to block it.

Boom!

A violent crash sounded.

Xia Yan had caught the temari ball in his hand and was spinning it around. A wisp of blue smoke rose from the point where his palm met the ball.

Xia Yan casually tossed the temari ball aside and continued speaking, having been interrupted earlier:

"Is this your disguise? Your face is still quite cute, but your figure..."

Although he wasn't interrupted by an attack this time, Xia Yan still couldn't finish his sentence.

The female ghost standing opposite him suddenly ripped off the overcoat over her kimono and threw it aside.

Then, very boldly, like a Shibuya delinquent, she freed her upper body from the kimono, leaving only a narrow black bra that barely covered her breasts, which, while not particularly large, were exceptionally perky.

"...But you have a pretty good figure! You have great taste! Well done, young lady! Want Uncle to teach you how to ride a man?"

Xia Yan promptly changed his tune, showing utter shamelessness, and at the same time brazenly began to scrutinize the other person's physique.

Although her skin was sickly pale, it was very smooth and delicate. Her figure was not particularly slender; she was more like an athletic girl who exercised regularly.

His body showed obvious signs of exercise, and he even had clearly visible abdominal muscles.

Despite being just a female ghost, she exudes a unique charm.

"What are they whispering about?!"

The Temari Demon let out an angry shout, and two Temari balls, exactly the same as the ones that Xia Yan had caught earlier, appeared out of thin air in her hands.

At the same time, her veins bulged and her muscles swelled abnormally, instantly transforming her from an athletic beauty into a doll-faced, muscular Barbie.

"Even though I don't understand what you're saying, I have this inexplicable feeling of unease!!!"

shhh-

Two temari balls flew towards Xia Yan's head, one after the other.

However, this simple linear attack was completely useless to him. Xia Yan simply shook his head slightly and dodged the two Temaris that were as powerful as small cannonballs.

Two temari balls brushed against Xia Yan's hair, causing his cool hairstyle to sway gently in the wind.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!"

"Straight-line attacks are too easy to dodge. You need to learn to make good use of your surroundings, such as letting the ball hit the wall and bounce back to me."

As he spoke, Xia Yan drew his Nichirin Blade and slowly walked towards the Temukyuu Oni.

"Shut up! Who's going to listen to a demon hunter like you? Just die already!"

The handball demon threw two more temari balls.

However, this time, Temari suddenly changed her trajectory without warning halfway through her flight. Although Natsuhiko dodged it, she managed to break a few of his hairs.

"Hmm? It seems you're not the only ghost attracted by my blood. Did you come from a more distant area?"

Xia Yan looked behind the handball ghost, his tone tinged with displeasure.

A boy with short black hair, wearing a rosary around his neck and dressed as a monk, appeared behind the handball demon.

His eyes were tightly closed, but each of his palms had a peculiar eyeball growing from it. The whites of his eyes were a strange dark green, and a conspicuous black arrow was growing in the yellow pupil.

"You bastard! Why are you on my turf?!"

Seeing that he had come to help, the handball ghost was not happy at all; instead, his face was full of hostility.

There is no such thing as kinship between ghosts; to be more precise, every ghost is in competition with another ghost.

Furthermore, due to Muzan's orders, demons are not allowed to band together without a reason, so even demons living in the same city or town are basically in a state of not interfering with each other.

They will each mark out their own hunting grounds and will not arbitrarily venture into the territories of other ghosts to hunt.

Chapter 75 Clever ghosts don't live long.

"I smelled rare blood, and it's a very rare and special kind of rare blood. If I eat it, it should be more effective than eating ten ordinary rare bloods."

The newly appeared arrow-shaped ghost was talking to itself, looking somewhat arrogant.

However, he is arrogant and disdainful of others.

Upon hearing his statement, the veins on Handball Ghost's face bulged, and his originally handsome features became ferocious.

"So, this is my territory! Are you trying to take this rare blood from me?!"

Arrow Ghost raised an eyebrow and said, "Why ask such a pointless question? Haven't I made it obvious enough? No matter what kind of ghost sees this special rare blood, they won't give it up. You're really naive."