I Became a Demon Sword and Traveled the Anime Worlds

"Natalie?"

The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment, as if searching through old memories.

After a while, the old voice finally carried a trace of nostalgia.

"It has been decades since we last met, hasn't it? Why call so suddenly? Did something happen?"

Natalie did not waste time.

"I am currently under attack by a criminal. I need you to save me."

The voice on the other end became serious at once.

"Address."

Meanwhile, on the ruined lawn of the manor, Golden Ball lay on the ground with his left arm fractured.

He could no longer resist.

Joker stood before him, his brightly painted red lips curling upward. His eyes were filled with disdain.

"A weakling like you dares to call himself an A Class Hero?"

He sneered.

"What a joke."

Facing the mockery, Golden Ball simply smiled.

Then he said one sentence.

"You were teased by Puri Puri Prisoner."

The amusement on Joker's face vanished.

His expression twisted to the extreme, and he roared in rage.

"Don't you ever mention him again!"

He gripped the heavy hammer with both hands, raised it over his head, and smashed it straight toward Golden Ball's skull.

Golden Ball looked up at the giant hammer falling toward him.

His expression became a little bitter.

After all, who would want to die if they could live?

Even so, he still grinned.

"You were teased by Puri Puri Prisoner!"

The hammer descended.

In the next moment, a figure appeared in front of Golden Ball.

Satoru Suzuki swung his sword upward.

Steel met the giant hammer.

In Golden Ball's line of sight, the sword split the incoming hammer apart as smoothly as cutting tofu.

Joker, who had been blinded by rage, instantly regained some clarity.

He released the broken hammer without hesitation and retreated to the side.

Satoru stood in place with his sword in hand.

Without turning his head, he asked with concern, "Senior, are you all right?"

Hearing his junior's concern, Golden Ball struggled to push himself up from the ground and quietly replied, "Thanks to you, I'm still alive."

Once he knew Golden Ball was fine, Satoru finally relaxed slightly.

Not far away, Joker stared at Asuramaru in Satoru's hand.

An uncontrollable greed appeared in his eyes.

Facing that greedy gaze, Satoru gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.

An invisible confrontation spread between them.

Behind him, Golden Ball lowered his voice and reminded him, "Mumen Rider, I already called for backup. I'll hold Joker off. You take the chance to escape with the employer."

Before Golden Ball could finish, Satoru had already moved.

Holding his sword with both hands, he let dazzling light bloom from the edge.

"Breath of Light, First Form."

The radiance scattered across the lawn.

"Haze Light!"

Brilliant light flooded everything.

Joker's vision was instantly swallowed. All he could see was a field of white.

But even without sight, he could still hear the faint sound of footsteps.

After judging the direction of the incoming attack, Joker turned and swung the colorful cloak behind him forward.

The next moment, dozens of throwing knives hidden beneath the cloak shot out at the same time.

Facing the incoming knives, Satoru swung his sword quickly, deflecting every one of them.

But by the time he reacted again, Joker had already thrown a lit bomb from his clown suit.

It arced through the air.

"You think blinding me is enough to deal with me?"

Joker laughed harshly.

"You're too naive, kid!"

His only answer was Satoru's glowing sword.

"Breath of Light, Third Form."

Satoru's figure became elusive, moving like a fish through water.

"Roaming!"

With a powerful leap, he soared into the air.

Then he stepped on the flying bomb and kicked down with all his strength.

The recoil sent the bomb shooting upward into the sky.

Satoru traced a graceful arc through the air. At the same time, he shifted his grip, turned the sword, and struck toward Joker's neck with the blunt side.

It was so fast that Joker did not even realize what had happened.

The blunt edge had already struck his neck.

The next moment, the radiance faded.

Satoru stood on the grass, calmly looking at Joker lying unconscious in front of him.

He slowly sheathed his sword.

Asuramaru's voice echoed in his mind.

"You're not going to kill him?"

Satoru answered calmly, "He is human. The law will punish him."

Hearing that, Asuramaru suddenly laughed.

"Compared to going to prison, I think he might prefer you killing him here."

This time, Satoru truly had no way to argue.

When Golden Ball's vision returned, he looked at the fallen Joker with indescribable shock on his face.

Soon, that shock turned into relief.

However, he no longer dared to act like a senior.

Inside the villa, Miss Natalie also breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the scene outside.

She knew she had made the right bet.

Satoru turned toward Golden Ball behind him and asked curiously, "Senior, now we only have to wait for the Association to come and take him away, right?"

Looking at this junior he had considered kind and harmless, Golden Ball felt his nose sting slightly.

He quickly replied, "That's right, but our titles need to change. I'm not your senior anymore. You're my senior!"

Their relationship had completely reversed.

Hearing this, Satoru froze for a moment, then quickly smiled brightly.

"Senior, please don't joke with me."

Before he could finish speaking, the bomb that had been kicked into the sky exploded.

A violent roar echoed through everyone's ears.

The unconscious servants began waking up one after another.

Even Joker, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, woke up.

Sharp pain kept stabbing through his neck, making him wish he were dead.

But what was even more unbearable was the thought of being sent back to that hell again.

Back to prison.

Back into that devil's hands.

Just imagining himself falling into that nightmare once more pushed Joker's mind to the verge of collapse.

Madness surfaced in his eyes.

"I'd rather die..."

His fingers trembled.

"I'd rather die here than ever go back to that hell."

However, the people present did not pay much attention to him.

At this moment, Joker could barely even crawl.

He posed no threat at all.

But in that brief moment when no one was watching closely, Joker touched a switch hidden in his sleeve.

A monster cell shot straight into his mouth.

He swallowed it.

The action did not attract anyone's attention.

Only Asuramaru saw everything.

But he did not remind Satoru.

If Satoru wanted to become stronger, then he had to kill.

If he refused to kill people, then surely he would not spare a heinous Monster.

At that moment, Joker, who lay on the ground, began to mutate uncontrollably.

His clown suit seemed to fuse completely with his skin.

The thick clown makeup that had once been painted on his face became permanently carved into his flesh.

One glance at him was enough to send chills through anyone's body.

Joker slowly raised his twisted face.

His grin stretched wider and wider.

"So those guys didn't lie to me."

His voice had become strange, excited, and inhuman.

"This is actually real!"