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Demon Slayer: I Can Level Up My Breathing Styles

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[Demon Slayer] [Stat Allocation] [Relaxed Pace] While his peers were bitterly training their lungs out just to master the basics of Total Concentration Breathing, Natsuya simply opened his System Interface and dumped his Skill Points. While other Corps members struggled just to stay alive, he silently altered the fates of comrades destined to die. While the Demon Slayer Corps clung rigidly to the ancient tradition of the "Nine Hashira," Natsuya found himself surrounded by a generation of Hashira-level prodigies who all respectfully addressed him as "Sensei." "Listen well, Giyu. 'A man's dream... will never die!'" — Natsuya, dropping wisdom on his junior, Giyu Tomioka, shortly after the latter joined the Corps. "Oyakata-sama, you're going to regret this." — Natsuya, storming out of the Master's Mansion after his 'Proposal to Reform the Final Selection' was politely rejected. Years later, during the Decisive Battle in the Infinity Castle. As the Demon Slayers—who were now collectively and ridiculously overpowered—were warped inside the dimensional fortress: Lady Muzan panicked, screaming at the Biwa Demon: "I thought there were only nine Hashira?! Nakime, are you trying to get me killed?!" Natsuya calmly cracked his knuckles, stepping to the front of the formation. "Don't worry, Muzan. This won't take long..." ~~~ The upload schedule will be: 4 days a week at 00:00 GMT+8
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You ARE Nothing But... FILTH! - ただの屑!

Before Cheri City raised its towers of pride, it was a rotting caste-pit where the poor were counted as waste and cruelty wore the mask of order. Gomi Kirā was raised by the only two people who ever fought back against it — and orphaned for that crime before he was old enough to understand. Sold into servitude by a system that profited from his grief, Gomi spent six years on his knees scrubbing floors that were never clean enough, learning a vocabulary of disposal from people who called it discipline. He was blinded in one eye for the crime of looking his masters in the face. He was beaten for reading. He was reminded, every day, in every register cruelty knows how to speak in, exactly what he was worth. Then, at fourteen, he was murdered in an alley — and thrown into the Skies of Misfortune, the Pit where the world discards what it refuses to bury. He should have stayed dead there. Instead, something ancient and starving found him first. He came back with a horn breaking through his skull, a curse burning green behind a blind gray eye, and no patience left for mercy — his own or anyone else's. The dead call him their king. He never asked to be anyone's anything. But the Pit doesn't ask what you wanted. It only asks what's left of you once it's finished deciding. You Are Nothing But... Filth! is not a story about a kid who overcomes the word he was given. It's a story about what happens when he decides to pick it up and use it back — and what that decision costs the few people foolish enough to love him anyway. Across two volumes and twenty-four episodes, Gomi and the broken found-family he refuses to admit he needs will descend deeper into the Pit's ruined cities, buried bloodlines, and older kings — chasing a truth that was never as simple as hero or monster. Sometimes it isn't the heroes who rise from the ashes. It's the filth they tried to bury. Rated MA25+. A dark, gruesome, emotionally unflinching saga of survival, inheritance, and the price of becoming what the world insists you already are.
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