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But now I'm a monster.

If you describe it specifically, I don't know whether to say it is the undead or the mourning god.

In short, after a long period of confusion and chaos...... I became what I am now.

- A samurai with a full beard.

Or a black ghost entrenched in the samurai's feet.

I don't know if I'll die without this armor, and I don't know how to leave.

Although it feels like two separate parts, it is one in action.

"Hmm......"

Sitting upright on the ground, the rusty but incomparably sharp demon knife was stuck beside him.

While holding his non-existent chin and pondering, even if he has been in this world for a few days, the former boy and the current youkai still don't quite understand what the current situation is.

“…… It feels like troubled times. ”

The only thing that can be confirmed is this, and the reason is that I have been looking for trouble in the past few days.

Powerful and weak, richly dressed samurai wielded swords and shouted all sorts of lines to get rid of themselves, but they all died by their own swords.

Although I don't think it's right, it seems that my heart has become a monster, and I obviously killed someone, but I didn't feel a little guilty.

Anyway, it was self-defense and counterattack - just such a reason allowed me to let go of all worries. If you look at it from a human point of view...... I'm afraid it's a happy killer who can say it, right?

But nothing else.

Thanks to the samurai who came to the door one after another, the youkai became stronger and stronger.

By killing those guys and 'absorbing' their armor and swords, the power of the youkai grows rapidly.

To this day, an opponent who initially had to fight hard can now be cut into two pieces with a single sword.

Because of this, no one dared to appear in front of him from this morning—in front of him, a demon who had achieved a hundred beheadings.

"Forget it, I don't want to. ”

Rising from the wreckage of the hill, he straightened out the tattered little flag behind him, and the place where the family crest should have been painted was now blank. However, even if there was only a stain of blood on it, the youkai still instinctively valued it and cherished it.

After all, that was the source of its body, its 'surname', though he couldn't remember it now—as if he couldn't remember the name of the body that had traveled back in time.

But there must be a chance in the future, right?

There's a chance to get that name back.

Therefore, even if he can't see the family crest now, he still cherishes and protects the flag.

"It's just a nuisance to stay here...... The scenery of the battlefield is almost enough. ”

Look around.

As I said before, this is a battlefield where I don't know who and whom.

I'm a demon born out of nowhere.

Gathering the killing intent and death of this battlefield, I don't know if it is the armor or the last example of the condensation of the unjust soul.

A red light lit up in the black mist under the monster's helmet, like glasses, carving the barren land and the blades into the memory.

Then, with a slight nostalgia for his birthplace, he jumped off the hill where the corpses were piled up and walked forward with a clatter.

Where to go?

To be honest, I don't know.

No one spoke to himself, no one was not afraid of himself, no one told him where this was place.

To all humanity, he is an enemy.

I just don't know what other youkai will think of him.

"It's decided, go find one to come out, right?"

Twisting his non-existent neck, he randomly determined a direction.

In ancient Japan, where the mountains and rivers are still lush and beautiful, youkai are very confident that they can meet their companions.

But.

A day passed.

Two days passed.

Ten days passed.

I didn't meet any of the companions I hoped to meet.

There are more and more samurai and onmyoji who come to fight him.

"It's troublesome. ”

As he said this, he slew them without hesitation.

Although at first, I was still a little hesitant to have to fight to the death with humans.

But soon, the heart that has turned into a monster will leave all that behind.

"Don't come to die. ”

He doesn't take the initiative to kill, but when attacked, he doesn't hesitate to kill the enemy.

In this way, he did not hesitate to move forward, and his decisive and sharp style even brought him a new name.

"Death!

I don't know why, I haven't heard it in my previous life, it's probably just a name spelled up by the words Shura and youkai, but it unexpectedly makes this body feel happy.

So he smiled, for the first time in his life, or for the first time since he was reborn, he did not cut the enemy under the sword.

"Praise my name, fear my body, revere this sword and armor in the night, and look up to the way of Shura in the mire of blood. ”

With just an eye cut off, he let go of the desperate samurai.

The starting point is 'fun'.

The reason for letting go is 'happiness'.

After that, the Shura Demon was ready to be found again, completely ending the preparations of the blind samurai.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party did find him later...... but did not face him with a blade.

The blindfolded youth, sword in his arms, stumbled after him—just behind him.

And then he got stronger.

At first, he couldn't even walk well, he always fell to the ground, and if it weren't for the Shura Demon who wasn't in a hurry to leave, I'm afraid he would have been left behind.

But then, his severed eyes seemed to be able to see something...... Although it is still inconvenient to walk, I can walk normally.

Until the end...... He finally had an eye.

He began to stop the humans who tried to challenge the Shura Demon, defeating them again and again.

As a result, names such as 'Shura's doorman', 'Xinyanliu', and 'Asura' gradually spread.

He had his own disciples, his own school.

Although he was still right behind him.

"Lord Shura!"

Thereupon.

Finally.

One day, he finally stood in front of the armor again, and then, respectfully, bowed.

Bow to him sincerely—to him, to him, to this monster, this enemy.

The monster had no way to draw his sword against him like this, nor did he kill the other party's **.

"You've gotten stronger. ”

"Yes. ”

“…… That's good. ”

"Thank you for your leniency. ”

What's that feeling?

I don't know how many years of armor I have been wandering in this world for a long time before I can understand it, and that word is called 'lonely'.

Youkai will also feel it, and be crazy lonely for it.

"Come with me. ”

So there was no murderous intent, he said.

The man, who was no longer a young man, respectfully agreed.

The two fought on a moonlit night, under the gaze of more than 100 people.

- The battle situation is a one-sided advantage, and it only took a few rounds for the Shura Demon to completely overwhelm the blind man.

Just like a long time ago, the Shura Demon slaughtered the samurai cluster, as clean as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

However, this time. He didn't kill him, and the crowd was no longer crying out in fear.

Facing the hill, the prostration crowd chanted his name, conveying awe to his heart.

So, he understood.

I don't know when...... The monster has become a terrifying demon, and that man has become a well-known sword master.

He is no longer a simple Shura demon.

Rather, it is what people are vying to praise: a part of the Suzhan Mingzun, the god of the gods, the outflow of demonic nature and bravery.

Is that true?

Is that really the case?

Who knows.

But there is no doubt that because of this faith, because of this awe, he is no longer a monster that everyone hates.

His armor was draped in a glow of red and black, and his sword was reduced to a cold, cruel treasure.

He is still him, and his power is his strength.

But he is no longer a demon, but a god.

He was pleased with the change.

So, one day, he was tired of walking.

"Here it is. ”

It seems to be a relationship of faith, and his mind is becoming more and more peaceful, but he does not reject this feeling.

He led the Sword Master and his disciples to the foot of a mountain and used his sword to open a clearing for them.

They erected a shrine for him, where they settled.

Since then, a long, long time has passed.

Its armor slumbered in the depths of the temple, dreaming of a leisurely and sad past, and the people he blessed had built a prosperous home outside, becoming a new family.

Generation after generation.

Year after year.

Revered by the path of Shura, immersed in the power of blood, and praising the horrors of Suzhan Mingzun.

Finally, one day, the armor woke up again.

Looking at everything prosperous in front of me, I realized again that I don't belong here.

"I am ...... Shura Demon ......"

Reciting the prestige that has been praised for hundreds of years.

"I am ...... The half-length ...... of Suzhan Mingzun"

Bearing the evil of the gods on his body, before he knew it, he was already half a god.

He couldn't recall his name anymore.

I don't care about that anymore.

However, he still felt lonely, extremely lonely.

He longed for companions—even youkai, not the descendants of the Juggernauts who bowed down to him.

He was about to make a big fuss, to make a huge wave of the age when he no longer believed in gods, and to let the mystery come again.

But finally, just as he was going to do that.

A chasm opened out in front of him.

A purple-clothed girl jumped out of the crack and looked at him with a smile.

"When we met for the first time, Su Zhan Ming respected. ”

She's a monster.

Just as soon as they met, they realized that she was a monster.

He searched for hundreds of years but didn't find it, your monster companion.

So, when she asked tentatively-

"Do you want to come to Gensokyo?"

- At the time of asking.

The armor simply could not refuse.

The soul that had been almost torn apart by loneliness burned violently, causing an unprecedented flame of light on the armor.

Its eyes lit up, and its nails trembled.

Then, just when the girl in purple wondered if she had said something wrong, or done something rude.

The armor was silent, and then, in a tone that could almost be called gentle, replied with a word.

"Good. ”

It's amazing.

And it's incredibly reassuring.

ps: Although I haven't been back for a long time, because someone said something in one of his chapters, updating a chapter is like digging another hole (hey

ps1: The content is as bad as ever, the writing is as bad as ever, just talking to myself, neither representing anyone, nor persuading anyone to agree with my point of view, readers please look at the content with personal understanding, personal views, and be responsible for their own views - we reserve, and only reserve the right of final interpretation

ps2: I'm busy at work, and I'm working overtime every day, so the update won't be very stable, or it will definitely be unstable

Ps4: To make it clear: words are the vehicle of ideas, and whatever the content is, it will eventually have an impact on the serious reader, and this impact should be positive and positive in any case, which is the so-called positive energy. Even if this kind of positive energy does not play a clear guiding role in a person's future development in society, it should not only satisfy a person's delusional desires, or make it radical to society.

PS5: So, while I only found out about this when I saw the review of the Serpent's book, I'm just going to make one observation: I hope that people who read my book don't participate, don't join, don't spread the word about it—it won't bring victory to anyone, and it won't do your mind any good. This is not even a basic literati contempt, and it is not qualified.