harleyscars Chapter 13 Surrender
Chapter 13 Surrender
Only then did he get a clear look at the person who had come in.
The man before him had thick black hair and an unhealthy pale complexion similar to his own. His crimson eyes, in the dim light, seemed to hold congealed blood as he stared at him calmly.
The man, dressed in seemingly ordinary dark clothes, stood silently in the shadows, as if he were part of the darkness himself.
Although their appearance and spiritual pressure are different, that deep-seated, soul-chilling feeling... is unmistakable!
It was that man! The man who gave him the mask and also pushed him into this abyss!
"You...you are...!" Ryudoji Takehiko's voice was hoarse with shock and fear.
What terrified him even more was that what emanated from the other party was not only an unfathomable and powerful sense of oppression, but also a superior aura that came from blood and the instinct of the soul.
Just like a hare facing its natural enemy, or a lamb looking up at a lion or tiger, an irresistible desire to submit arose wildly from the bottom of his heart, causing his hand holding the knife to tremble slightly, and he almost knelt down on the spot!
I am the way I am now, all thanks to him!
"However, although it was not successful, it was still a breakthrough."
Li Lin, at this moment, is appearing in the form of Muzan.
Being in two places at the same time is not difficult for him.
One is a shrine far away in the Gokoku Ward, and the other is the Ryudoji family home in the Seireitei.
At this moment, his gaze was sweeping over Ryudoji Takehiko, his eyes not looking at a person but rather examining a work of art, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.
Although this world lacks extraordinary characteristics and possesses the spiritual particle system, which allows for cultivation, the Stone Mask he created can still materialize some of the abilities of the lunar pathway, just as he envisioned.
After all, he was the creator of the world in the painting, and after devouring the Spirit King, he himself had become the symbol of the 'creator' of this world.
At this moment, the black of Ryudoji Takehiko's Shinigami uniform made his exposed skin appear even paler than paper, giving him an inhuman quality.
This is precisely the characteristic of "demonization"—he wants to try to create vampires in this world.
"What...what did you say?" Ryudoji Takehiko swallowed hard, trying to resist the suffocating pressure: "What...breakthrough?"
"You are no longer Death, nor are you a demon, but a demon I created myself."
Li Lin said softly, "From today onwards, you are my subordinate."
"ghost……?"
"That's right, an oni with an immortal body, who has no enemies except the sun."
"Who...who exactly are you?"
"That's not your concern. From now on, all you need to do is serve me."
"Nonsense!" Ryudoji Takehiko could feel the submission coming from his soul, but how could he, who had always wanted to become the Soul King, be willing to be controlled like this?
He gripped the knife with both hands in anger and slashed at the demon man in front of him again!
Swish-!
Ryudoji Takehiko felt a blur before his eyes, and his vision suddenly spun around!
A violent sense of imbalance washed over him, and he "saw" a familiar headless body, still in the posture of swinging a knife forward, slowly collapsing to the ground in front of him.
That's...my body?
Immediately afterwards, a cold sensation came over me.
His remaining gaze struggled upwards, meeting a pair of crimson, indifferent eyes.
His head was casually held in the other person's hand, the five fingers gripping the top of his skull; with just a little force...
It felt as if his brain was about to be crushed in the next second!
What...?
How... is that possible?
He was, after all, a well-known martial artist in the Soul Society, and a hero in his own right. Few could rival him!
But in front of this man, he was as weak as an infant, his life hanging by a thread!
He could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes!
The immense disparity and despair instantly overwhelmed his anger and pride.
"Don't try to defy your master." Li Lin's voice entered his remaining consciousness directly, chillingly calm:
"Although the potion was not perfectly formulated, there is still a possibility within you to overcome your sunlight deficiency."
Ryudoji Takehiko's heart skipped a beat, and he looked hopefully at the Lord of Demons before him.
"As long as you can devour enough high-quality souls and flesh, allowing your spiritual essence to continuously evolve and surpass the so-called 'Death God Limit,' you may be able to complete the final soul reorganization."
Li Lin's words were like the whispers of a demon, or the revelation of a god, painting a dark yet alluring future:
"By then, the sunlight will no longer be your eternal prison and weakness."
"And as long as you follow my guidance..."
He slightly raised his other hand, his fingertips seemingly gathering the moonlight that had not yet appeared in the outside world.
"The moon will light your way to the other side of light."
moon?
Ryudoji Takehiko's gaze focused on the illusory moonlight on the man's fingertips, then shifted to those unfathomable plum-red eyes.
Deep within his soul, the impulse to submit and the yearning for power and liberation from darkness surged and intertwined once more.
perhaps……
The man before me can truly fulfill his long-cherished wish.
Beyond death?
He had never had such an idea before.
After all, there are very few people in this world who can reach the limits of death.
Let alone him, even Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni might not have reached his limit during this period.
Therefore, naturally no one thought about pushing the limits.
but……
If I follow this man, perhaps...
Li Lin released his grip, allowing Ryudoji Takehiko's head to fall naturally.
Just before it touched the ground, the headless body seemed to come alive as it swiftly stepped forward, caught its own head steadily, and then placed it back on its neck.
The flesh at the cut surface seemed to have a consciousness as it rapidly wriggled, intertwined, and healed. In the blink of an eye, it was completely restored, leaving only a faint red mark.
He then subconsciously touched his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief and a growing sense of awe.
This... is truly immortal!
This is what makes a ghost so terrifying. Even though his head and body are separated, Takehiko can still feel his own existence. He is not dead and can even control his own body!
This is truly immortal...
As long as you're not exposed to sunlight, even beheading won't kill you, right?
perhaps……
That's fine too.
After all, didn't he say that he might be able to overcome his lack of sunlight in the future?
"My lord..." Ryudoji Takehiko lowered his head, his posture now showing obvious subservience.
"How...should I address you?"
"Kibutsuji Muzan, that's my name. Remember, don't reveal my name to anyone else."
"Kibutsuji Muzan..." Ryudoji Takehiko read it once, then suddenly remembered the news he had seen just last night.
He quickly said, "Lord Muzan, it seems someone in Soul Society is searching for you."
"Oh?" Muzan's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, revealing a perfectly timed hint of doubt.
"It's Yachiru Kotobuki," Takehiko Ryudoji quickly reported, "she's been sending out messages through the Hell Butterfly, inquiring about information regarding 'Muzan Kibutsuji.' It seems she's acting on someone's behalf."
"Hmph." Muzan let out a soft, ambiguous snort, his tone turning cold:
"Ignore it. Don't reveal any information about me to her."