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Chapter 93 - Chapter 93: Why Are You Interrupting?

Gyutaro was furious because Gusion had beheaded his sister, but terrified because he couldn't sense Daki anymore. The two of them were always linked—he could lend her power, and neither would die from decapitation alone because of it.

But now, he was alive, yet could no longer sense Daki. It was as if... Daki was already dead.

But how could that be? His neck hadn't been cut off. So long as he lived, she should be able to reattach her head. Even if this man had some special means to make recovery difficult, his sister shouldn't be dead.

"Oh?"

 Gusion's face wore a demonic grin in Gyutaro and the explorers' eyes. "So she couldn't come back to life after all."

He casually swung his blade, slicing a sniper's bullet in mid-air, as if he had eyes on his back. "I thought I'd have to cut off both your heads at the same time, but it seems it's not necessary."

His Zanpakuto was even more effective than expected. With its soul-cutting property, it didn't rely on sunlight to kill demons—if he beheaded them, their souls would be destroyed.

So, even if the Upper Moon Six siblings' rule was both heads at once, it didn't matter against his blade; as souls, they were still independent beings.

"You… how dare you…"

Gyutaro's hoarse voice was full of rage and despair—his sister was his only reason to live.

He'd failed to protect his sister in life, always feeling guilty, but after meeting Lord Muzan, he'd been reborn. Yet now, he still failed to protect his sister.

His sister died before him—something Gyutaro could never accept.

Rage and despair filled his mind. All he could do now was kill Gusion to avenge his sister, then die himself.

Because he was afraid of the darkness of the underworld, and his sister would be scared to walk alone.

"How dare I kill your sister?"

Unmoved by Gyutaro's fury, Gusion replied, "When you and your sister killed people, did you ever think that they might also have siblings and families?"

"Huh? Who cares! Our happiness was destroyed long ago—anyone happier than us deserves to die!"

Gyutaro's voice was bitter as he readied himself, pushing his Blood Demon Art to the limit. Now, with a death wish and no sister to hold him back, he was stronger than before. The explorers saw this as their chance—if they worked with Gyutaro, maybe they could kill this terrifying man.

"Because you've been rained on, you want to destroy everyone else's umbrella…"

Knowing Gyutaro's mindset, Gusion still sighed. "I can understand."

He, too, had lost happiness and knew the despair of losing loved ones. After his master and senior died, as a child he envied families who were whole.

He envied those with parents, while he'd been abandoned. He envied those who were warm and well-fed, while he hid, cold and hungry.

But as he grew, that envy turned into longing for the warmth he'd lost. Eventually, it became a small blessing for others.

What he truly hated was those who were evil yet enjoyed high status. He'd considered joining the resistance against the company's rule if he survived his revenge.

He understood Gyutaro's feelings. Gyutaro had suffered even more, humanity's evil taking away his only light. That's why he never regretted becoming a demon and felt Muzan owed him a debt.

Gyutaro was a monster born of human evil. Having survived the coldest winter, he wanted to bring cold to everyone else.

Gusion dodged another bullet and sighed, "How pathetic…"

"We don't need your pity!"

Gyutaro roared, launching Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Scythes, countless red blades slashing at Gusion. He himself charged at top speed, one scythe aiming at Gusion's arm, the other at his neck.

In the next instant, accompanied by thunder, lightning erupted around Gusion's spot. Gyutaro was sent flying, blood streaming from multiple wounds that didn't heal immediately.

Thunder Breathing, Sixth Form—Electro Thunderclap.

Gusion sidestepped a bullet, "I'm not pitying you. That would insult the dead."

He shifted, dodging Steel Plate's charge, slammed a knee into Steel Plate's abdomen, sending him airborne, and then beheaded him with his blade.

Gusion moved through the battlefield like a stroll, slicing down enemies effortlessly. "I know you feel no remorse. If you could choose again, you'd still become a demon. So there's nothing more to say…"

"Crimson Flame…"

The mage girl began chanting an attack spell from behind as Gusion spoke.

But in the next moment, with Shunpo and Thunder Breathing, Gusion vanished, reappearing before the terrified mage. Under deadly pressure, she instinctively clenched her legs, her voice trembling as she chanted.

But the chant never finished—a blade was thrust into her mouth, pinning her to the wall behind.

Gusion, still in a charging stance, his Zanpakuto in her mouth, wore a devilish smile. "So rude. Didn't you see I was talking? Why are you interrupting?"

The mage wanted to protest that she hadn't interrupted, but now she really was being interrupted and couldn't speak.

"Let her go!"

The sniper screamed, firing at Gusion, but to his despair, Gusion neither dodged nor was injured.

His bullets, wild with rage, struck Gusion's back, only making metallic sounds and leaving white marks.

Gusion swung his blade, and a head—tears and saliva streaming—fell to the ground.

Enemy or not, since these explorers chose to become demons and eat people, he showed no mercy.

As for gender, he made no distinction on the battlefield.

A fierce wind attacked from behind—Gyutaro's hate-filled strike. Gusion turned, blocking with his Zanpakuto. Gyutaro's small blood blades left only white marks on Gusion's skin.

This was the power of level-ten Armament Haki combined with the Black Nightmare gear. Ordinary attacks could hardly harm him.

Gyutaro's combat skills were strong, but his Blood Demon Art's raw power was average—he didn't even fatally wound Sound Hashira in the original. His biggest threat was the twin scythes' poison.

But unless his skin was broken, Gusion couldn't be poisoned. Anyway, he doubted the poison could seriously affect him, given his constitution was over 30 points—Sound Hashira and Tanjiro couldn't compare.

Of course, he had no intention of testing the poison. When he could win head-on, there was no need to take risks.

"What are you?"

Even shrouded in rage and despair, Gyutaro couldn't help but ask. The man before him was too abnormal.

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