I Became a Demon Sword and Traveled the Anime Worlds

"Still, it's better to get him to a hospital as soon as possible."

Saitama's face remained as calm as ever.

But when his gaze fell on the sword at the man's waist, a trace of confusion appeared in his dead fish eyes.

"Have I seen that somewhere before...?"

Unlike Saitama's calm reaction, the people inside the shelter erupted the moment they learned what had happened.

"We won!"

"Mumen Rider won!"

"Incredible! He cut off that Monster's head with one strike!"

"We don't have to die!"

The gymnasium, which had been wrapped in fear only moments ago, suddenly boiled with cheers. People hugged one another. Some collapsed to the floor in relief. Others cried openly, as if their legs had finally remembered how weak they were after surviving a disaster.

But amid that joy, a different voice sounded.

"Is that really what happened?"

Under everyone's gaze, a listless young man in a green checkered shirt slowly walked out with his arms crossed.

His face was full of disdain.

"Actually, that Monster wasn't even that strong, right?"

The gymnasium quieted.

The young man continued, his voice growing louder.

"Think about it. Even a C Class Hero managed to defeat it. To be honest, that's nothing special."

Someone nearby could not stand it anymore and retorted, "They risked their lives to protect us!"

The man sneered.

"Risking your life? Anyone can do that."

His words immediately made the surrounding crowd's expressions darken.

"To be a hero, you have to actually defeat the Monster. And besides, those guys who are barely different from ordinary people are just nuisances when they show up."

He grew more confident as he spoke.

"They're spending our tax money, so they should..."

Before he could finish, a young man standing nearby punched him squarely in the face.

The sound was crisp.

The man's head snapped back, and he fell to the ground.

"Anyone can risk their life, huh?"

The young man who had punched him cracked his knuckles, his face twisted with anger.

"Then why don't you try risking yours for us?"

Someone else stepped forward.

"You're pretty brave, aren't you? Acting like a keyboard warrior in real life. I want to see if your body is as hard as your mouth."

"If you can walk out of here on your own two feet today, I'll take your last name!"

The crowd swarmed him.

In the blink of an eye, the man was completely submerged.

His screams echoed clearly even outside the stadium.

Meanwhile, inside the sword, the system notification finally rang in Asuramaru's mind.

[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from the Demon level Monster Deep Sea King before death. Gained 70,000 emotion points!]

[This kill obtained 35,000 Demon Power. Fifty percent will be fed back to Sword Master Satoru Suzuki.]

As the system notification faded, majestic Demon Power flooded into Satoru Suzuki's limbs and bones.

His body began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscles that had bulged from the previous outburst gradually shrank, not weakening, but compressing. Under the feedback of Demon Power, his physique became more refined, more balanced, and far closer to perfection.

Even his already handsome face gained a few more traces of masculine sharpness.

But the greatest improvement was still his physical strength.

After absorbing half of the Deep Sea King's Demon Power through feedback, Satoru Suzuki's body had completely stepped beyond the realm of ordinary humans.

Feeling the changes in Satoru's body, Asuramaru did not pay much attention to them.

He simply continued releasing Demon Power to heal him.

Only after the ambulance arrived did he stop.

Satoru Suzuki was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to the nearest hospital in City J.

Time passed quickly.

Three days later.

Inside a clean white hospital room, sunlight poured through the window and fell across Satoru Suzuki's face.

Various instruments surrounded his bed, their quiet beeping filling the room.

His fingers twitched slightly.

A moment later, his eyes slowly opened.

At first, his gaze was unfocused.

"What... happened to me...?"

Confusion lingered for a while before his memories began returning.

The Deep Sea King.

The shelter.

The sword.

The voice.

His eyes widened slightly.

"I didn't die?"

Satoru quickly looked around.

Only when he saw the tachi placed beside him on the hospital bed did he finally relax.

He sat up, reached out, and carefully took the sword into his hands.

Then he asked tentatively in his heart, "Asuramaru... are you still there?"

There was no immediate answer.

Satoru's gaze dimmed slightly.

But in the next moment, Asuramaru's familiar voice rang in his mind. The tone, however, was as unfriendly as ever.

"Speak if you have something to say."

Satoru's dim eyes instantly brightened.

He could not hide the excitement in his voice.

"So it wasn't a hallucination before I died!"

He looked down at the sword in his hands.

"Who exactly are you? Are you really the deity who governs swords in this world, the one I found mentioned in those old legends?"

Asuramaru did not avoid the question.

"That's right."

The affirmative answer struck Satoru like thunder.

For a moment, he could barely calm the shock and excitement in his heart.

"The legends... were actually true."

His grip on the sword tightened.

"So you were the one who killed the Deep Sea King. But I'm sorry... I can't remember what happened back then."

Hearing him talk about such trivial matters, Asuramaru curled his lip and said irritably, "If there's nothing important, don't bother me."

Satoru grew a little awkward and nervous.

He still had many questions, but the first thing he wanted to say was something else.

"Um... thank you for that day, Asuramaru."

His voice became sincere.

"It is my honor to have your recognition. I'll definitely work harder from now on. I won't let your recognition go to waste."

Feeling the determination in his words, Asuramaru's tone softened slightly.

"Then keep at it."

Hearing that, Satoru Suzuki finally revealed a rare smile.

At that moment, a nurse walked into the ward.

When she saw that Satoru had awakened, she could not help exclaiming, "You're awake?!"

Then her face flushed red as she hurried forward.

"Mumen Rider, I'm your fan! I didn't expect you to be so handsome under the mask. Could you give me an autograph?"

Listening to the nurse, Satoru was still a little confused.

Then he casually placed his hand on the hospital bed's railing.

Snap.

The metal handrail broke in his grip.

Satoru froze.

He slowly turned his head and saw his reflection in the window.

The person reflected there was worlds apart from his former self.

He could not help asking inwardly, "My body... and my face. Did you do this, Asuramaru?"

This time, Asuramaru was quite willing to answer.

His voice sounded slowly in Satoru's mind.

"Can you feel it?"

"As long as you keep killing, I can make you continuously stronger."

His words carried a dangerous temptation.

"You hate your own weakness, don't you? Through slaughter, you can quickly grow stronger and cast aside your weak self."

Who could understand that feeling?

A person who longed for the power to protect others, yet could never grow stronger no matter how hard he struggled, had one day been told that he could climb upward again.

It was almost impossible not to be moved.

Satoru Suzuki felt that surge of emotion in his chest.

Then he suppressed it.

"Thank you, Asuramaru."

His voice was calm, but firm.

"But I won't casually take the lives of others just to satisfy my own selfish desire to become stronger."

Inside the sword, Asuramaru was silent for a moment.

That answer was both familiar and strange.

After a while, he replied irritably, "Suit yourself. It has nothing to do with me."

Then he fell completely silent.

Satoru Suzuki lowered his eyes.

For a moment, he looked dazed.

Then, within his mind, a special training method appeared.

Total Concentration.

Thunder Breathing.

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