Demon Slayer World.
Over the past few days, Reverie had been transferring batches of high-explosive grenades and micro-bombs prepared by World Serpent to the *Demon Slayer* world, with about 50% of the total moved so far.
She also had Shiraki buy some high-end, quirky little toys to send over.
As for what toys? For whom?
Ahem, let's just say those who get it, get it!
There's only one male Shiraki, after all!
But the number of female Shirakis is this many, and with more newcomers likely to join the mysterious space later—especially if they're girls—even a steel-forged kidney wouldn't hold up, right?
Unless some super bigshot showed up and turned Shiraki fully non-human, but then he'd be too overwhelmed by the bigshot's… ahem.
Sure, as the pure "one person," the other girls would let Shiraki rest and care for him if they sensed his fatigue, but in the end, isn't that just admitting defeat as a guy?
Most importantly, just as Shiraki wanted Kiana, Sirin, and Kanae to try any pose and they'd comply, he didn't want to dampen 'his' excitement.
So, Reverie, as the pure Shiraki, one of his dual selves, naturally had to shoulder the heavy burden on his behalf!
Fake ○○, dual ○○, magic wands, and other little toys—they barely took up any space in the interdimensional transport channel~
The only thing to face was Kochou Shinobu's pink-purple eyes glinting with a strange light.
Her brother-in-law wasn't even home, yet her sister and Sister Reverie were sleeping together at night, not even bothering to hide it!?
To outsiders, one could claim the main wife and concubine got along well, but how could that fool her, the younger sister?
Especially since Kochou Shinobu had, in the dead of night, snuck over to eavesdrop. Only her sister and Sister Reverie were in the room, yet the sounds…
She couldn't believe those were her sister's voices!
Shinobu's mind went blank.
A strange sensation rippled through her core, and only when she regained her senses did she realize she'd unconsciously cast a silent water spell.
Overwhelmed with shame, the girl fled like a thief.
Reverie and Kanae, blissfully unaware, had no idea how much psychological trauma this caused Shinobu's young heart.
It also steeled Shinobu's resolve to make up for her sister's sake to her brother-in-law!
The above was just Reverie and Kanae's nightly 'routine.' During the day, Reverie was diligently working!
Whether it was Shiraki or Kanae, after syncing with 'herself,' they had power that utterly crushed Muzan. They had no pressure to grow stronger but plenty of interest in doing so.
The Demon Slayer Corps' manpower and wealth were terrifying in the Taisho era. If the Ubuyashiki family weren't fixated on exterminating demons, they'd be a top-tier clan.
They couldn't find Muzan's hideout because he was too cowardly, but finding Tanjiro Kamado's family, with a name and occupation, was child's play.
When Reverie and Kanae found Tanjiro Kamado, the young boy was chopping wood with his father.
Tanjuro Kamado looked frail, his pale face giving a subtle sense of impending death, his voice weak and breathless.
Yet Reverie saw him effortlessly fell an adult bear with a single axe swing.
Breathing, fiery breathing, like the sun itself, and… Transparent World!
The bear had no chance.
Honestly, if Tanjuro Kamado were healthy, combining Sun Breathing and Transparent World, plus activating his Mark and Crimson Blade, his combat power would surpass the Rock Pillar.
Tanjuro still being alive was an unexpected delight.
Kochou Kanae explained their purpose.
They hoped to learn, for compensation, the Kamado family's Kagura of the Fire God, passed down from Yoriichi, and Tanjuro's deduced and refined breathing techniques.
The true, complete Sun Breathing was unbearable for anyone but Yoriichi in this world.
What Yoriichi taught the Kamado ancestors was a simplified Sun Breathing and the full "forms."
Using martial arts as an analogy, "forms" were techniques, and "breathing" was the mental method—two parts of a whole.
Reaching Transparent World proved Tanjuurou Kamado was a one-in-a-million genius.
Though not on Yoriichi's cheat-level~
Having practiced breathing since childhood, Tanjuurou refined the simplified breathing via the Kagura of the Fire God, restoring it closer to its original form.
It didn't reach true Sun Breathing's realm but captured some of its essence.
After hearing Kochou Kanae's account of demons' cruelty, the disasters they wrought, and the Demon Slayer Corps' thousand-year struggle, Tanjuurou agreed without hesitation or doubt, refusing any payment.
In his words:
"Master Yoriichi passed down the Kagura of the Fire God for this very day."
Tanjuro meticulously taught Kanae the complete "forms" and his improved breathing method.
"That the Demon Slayer Corps' swordsmen can slay evil demons with the Kagura of the Fire God is my reward."
Inside, Kuie Kamado supported Tanjuro, while Tanjirou and Nezuko sat around their parents, younger siblings playing nearby.
Seeing this scene, Reverie felt a rare happiness modern people seldom experienced.
"Mr. Kamado, there's a saying from my husband's hometown," Kochou Kanae said with a gentle smile. "Those who gather firewood for the masses must not freeze in the storm!"
"So, please accept this money."
Kanae placed a money pouch in the bewildered hands of Nezuko and Tanjiro. "I accept your kindness on behalf of the Demon Slayer Corps, and this is our kindness to you."
"Think of Nezuko and the others."
"Big Bro Kamado, and these meds." Reverie, giving face, called him big bro—by normal age, Tanjuro would call her grandma. "They're from my hometown, can cure your illness."
Reverie's modern-sounding "big bro" left the Kamado family exchanging glances, and the medicine she offered was unlike anything they'd seen.
A smooth, white box, seemingly paper, with special 'cloth' wrapping oval pills.
Tanjuro's condition wasn't a terminal disease, just an asthma-like ailment, worsened by poverty, overwork, and lack of timely treatment.
Modern specialized drugs could essentially cure it!
"Dad's illness can be cured!"
"That's amazing!"
Kuie Kamado's eyes brimmed with tears.
The Kamado family grew emotional, bowing deeply with sincerity. "This… this is… thank you so much!"
Faced with Reverie's medicine, Tanjuro could no longer remain unmoved.
Curing his illness, letting him stay with and care for his growing children, was worth more than any wealth!
Flustered, Reverie quickly changed the topic:
"By the way, until the Demon Slayer Corps defeats the Demon King, you'd better not wear those sun earrings. They could bring deadly trouble."
"Muzan hunts anything tied to Yoriichi."
"Understood, thank you deeply." Tanjuro removed the earrings, storing them solemnly.
"For safety, why not… Mr. Kamado, move your family to a Demon Slayer Corps base?" Kanae suggested. "As a trainer teaching new swordsmen breathing, the pay's enough to support your family."
Give a man a fish, or teach him to fish.
Theoretically, every Demon Slayer Corps swordsman had a 'salary,' far higher than most jobs!
"We don't know how to repay such kindness."
The Kamado family bowed deeply again, and Reverie hurriedly helped them up.
With help from Kanae's accompanying Hidden members, the Kamado family relocated.
Reverie and Kanae clasped their hands, fingers interlocked, their slender hands pressed tightly together.
[This way, we've completely avoided the original future, haven't we?]
Kochou Kanae smiled gently. What's a transmigrator if they don't change tragedies?
[Mm, with Tanjuro healed and some training, he could be the Demon Slayer Corps' top fighter.]
Reverie gazed at the faint, natural scar on Tanjuro's left forehead, her smile light.
[But he won't need to.]
…
Real-World Earth.
Shiraki's figure appeared out of nowhere in his small rental apartment.
At the bed's corner, the orange nightlight still glowed, never turned off. Beside cotton slippers lay a Pinduoduo carpet woven with floral patterns.
It looked identical to when Shiraki left.
However…
Shiraki stood in the room's center, his brow slightly raised.
He hadn't brought "Honkai" back to the real world, so he couldn't use Honkai energy or Herrscher powers.
But his Void authority granted him exceptional spatial awareness, especially in this space he knew inside out. Any tiny difference stood out.
No one had entered the apartment, but…
Shiraki strode to the narrow balcony, reaching among the 'succulents' on the windowsill to pluck out a tiny object so well-hidden most would miss it.
Shiraki stared blankly at the 'lens,' saying nothing.
After a brief glance, he casually crushed the micro-pinhole camera, the kind seen only in movies.
Unbeknownst to him, a nearby makeshift base erupted in chaos over his action.
The bigwig who suggested the surveillance was demoted for 'major workplace error' and might face criminal charges.
Being monitored was within Shiraki's expectations, but doing it so blatantly was too much, no?
Too lazy to tangle with real-world authorities, this was Shiraki's signal, gently put—
No disturbances, please!
He trusted the hundreds-strong psychology team behind it could decode his intent.
Picking up his phone from the bedside, WeChat showed daily concern messages from Mai, like a persistent simp chasing a goddess.
Shiraki shook his head, mood complex, analyzing the situation before replying coldly with one line.
If this kept up, it'd get annoying, but a communication bridge might not be bad?
Mai didn't reply instantly.
Nearly a hundred psychological analysts were strategizing beside her.
"Whatever, I'll deal with it later~!"
Shiraki closed WeChat, opened Taobao, and searched for book customization.
Picking a random seller, he sent his customization requirements without waiting for customer service, then ordered and paid.
The seller was baffled, barely finishing reading Shiraki's demands when a call came with an official telecom warning from the 'National center of Incident readiness and Strategy for Cybersecurity (NISC),' leaving them utterly stunned.