Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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Upon seeing Kanae Kocho's arrival, the remaining three Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who still retained their fighting abilities breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the existence of the Pillars is not only a symbol of strength, but also means the spiritual pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps.

No matter how powerful Natsuhiko is, he cannot replace the "Pillars" in the hearts of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.

Upon hearing the swordsmen's address to Kanae Kocho, Byakuya's heart sank to the bottom, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Before he even became a Pillar, Natsuhiko had already made his life a living hell. Now, a proper Demon Slayer Corps Flower Pillar has arrived. It seems he's destined to die today.

Thinking of this, Bingye's eyes became vacant.

"Moshi moshi~ How is everyone? The members of 'Kakuna' have arrived and are currently treating the other members. You will all receive treatment soon. We will remember all the efforts you have made for the Demon Slayer Corps."

Kanae Kocho first calmed the remaining three swordsmen down, then looked at Natsuhiko with some confusion.

"What are you doing, Xia Yanjun? Why don't you just cut off his head?"

"Ah, this one, this one—"

Xia Yan then intermittently poked Bingye's head with the scabbard.

"I found it rather cute to see this kid racking his brains to come up with a solution, struggling desperately. I wanted to see if he could actually escape from my grasp."

"But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't make any move. He must have run out of ideas."

At this point, Xia Yan sighed softly, raised the Nichirin Blade in his hand, and the blade gleamed with a chilling light.

His gaze toward the sick leaf turned cold.

"Okay, so that you can feel a little involved, count to three with me, and when we get to three, I'll cut off your head."

"Let's start with you!"

Bingye did not speak; his eyes remained vacant, as if his heart had died.

"Don't try to stall me for time. If you don't count soon, I'm going to kill you right now."

Xia Yan's murderous words barely restored a glimmer of light to Bingye's eyes.

"One." He uttered a number slowly in a low voice.

"Two!" Xia Yan said immediately without the slightest hesitation.

He gripped the knife handle tightly, a wide grin spreading across his face, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling light, and his entire being exuded a manic aura, causing the three swordsmen who witnessed this scene to tremble and huddle together.

For a moment, they couldn't tell who was human and who was the real ghost.

For some reason, they found themselves feeling a little sorry for the bound demon.

It's the diseased leaves' turn again.

He opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

After all, he would really die if he said the last number. He became a ghost because he didn't want to die, so how could he give up so easily?

"Praying?"

Looking at Bingye, who seemed to have lost his voice, Xia Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

The pleasure of watching others struggle desperately to survive was simply irresistible to him.

As death drew ever closer, Bingye's mind calmed down, and her thoughts became clearer than ever before.

"What a joke! How could I, Uncle Bingye, just accept my fate like this!"

"Damn bastard! How dare he fool me like this! But—"

"—But you, Xia Yan! Even at this critical moment of life and death, you are still just a human being! You can only think in the way that humans with their short lives can think!"

"They even say things like 'I like watching people struggle to their death' or 'It gives the victims a sense of involvement.' Such ideas are as boring as a rat dropping in a toilet!"

"I, Bingye, would never have such a ridiculous thought!"

"I have only one simple thought... only one!"

"That is, no matter what happens, you must do everything you can to survive."

"Whether it's the process or the method—"

With this in mind, Bingye made a decision and at the same time let out a roar of anger.

"—It doesn't matter at all!!!"

Chapter 53 What do you take the Ghost Hunter for?

Next second,

The diseased leaves, still bound by the strong wind, suddenly burst forth!

With a twist of his body, he actually managed to break his own arms and shrink his body at the same time, managing to break free from the vortex of wind.

A large amount of blood gushed from the wound on his severed arm, splashing onto the eyes of everyone present due to the demon's powerful control over blood.

"How about I blindfold myself with blood?!"

"Who would offer their head to you to claim credit for your achievements, you idiot! With my well-trained legs, I can be out of your sight in just five seconds!"

"I'm running away! Now! Immediately!!"

As he spoke, Bingye pulled a specially made smoke bomb from his pocket.

Even though he had become a man-eating demon, he still constantly reviewed the skills he had learned in making and using special weapons during his human days in order to survive better.

boom!

An explosion rang out, and thick white smoke obscured the entire area.

Five seconds later, a sudden gust of wind swept away the fog near the street, and Bingye's figure had already disappeared.

Just as he said, he did indeed escape from everyone's sight in just five seconds.

Of course, this does not include Xia Yan.

"Hmph hmph hmph... Interesting..."

Looking at the deserted street except for the Demon Slayer Corps members, Natsuhiko let out a chilling laugh.

"This isn't fun at all! Xia Yanjun, what exactly do you mean by this?!"

Kanae Butterfly, unusually, questioned him in a stern voice, while simultaneously shifting her gaze to her arm.

Xia Yan's hand gripped her arm tightly as she drew her sword, pinning her to the spot.

As someone who became a Flower Pillar through sheer combat prowess, Kocho Kanae was naturally not going to be fooled by Byakuya's petty tricks.

If Xia Yan hadn't stopped her, given her reaction speed, she would have already severed the other's head a split second before Bingye could speak.

"What's so interesting about it!? What's so funny!? Xia Yan-kun, what exactly do you take Demon Hunter for!?"

Seeing that Xia Yan was just smiling and not answering, Kocho Kanae asked the question again.

"Calm down, Kanae. That brat hasn't escaped my sight yet. I'll go and bring him back."

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

Xia Yan's voice was soft and gentle, like sweet words whispered between lovers.

However, coupled with the smile on his face that looked like he was about to break, it gave people a strange sense of unease.

It's like Hannibal gently inviting you to his house for dinner.

Just as Natsuhiko said to Kuwashima Jigoro, he didn't hunt demons for some so-called justice or some damned sense of mission.

It wasn't to hunt ghosts for revenge against his parents who died without a complete corpse.

He embarked on the path of ghost hunting from the very beginning, solely for his own amusement.

Since coming into this world, Xia Yan has experienced domestic violence every day since childhood. How could he possibly have the same interests as a normal person!

According to the theories of Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud, a person's psyche can be divided into three parts.

These are the "id", "ego", and "superego".

These correspond to the most primal human desires that satisfy instinctual impulses, the mindset responsible for handling real-world matters, and the moral branch of human psychological functions.

Xia Yan's seemingly normal demeanor is merely an outer shell cultivated by over twenty years of education in benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness in his previous life.

This outer shell bound him, allowing him to use a God-like perspective to rationally tell himself what he could and couldn't do, what he should and shouldn't do.

This is his "superego".

To turn the misfortunes of others into happiness, to soothe one's own tormented heart, to live off pleasure—

This is Xia Yan's "self".

His "id" had long since become a beast that kept clamoring to destroy and devour everything!

Xia Yan controls his "id" through the choices of his "ego" and the constraints of his "superego," unleashing all his negative emotions onto the demon.

Now, the sick leaf's actions amuse his "self"!

The rules of the "superego" tell him that the other person is just a man-eating demon, and whatever he does to him is just the punishment he deserves.

The three parties reached an agreement.

then--

—The wild beast has been unleashed!

"Give me ten minutes, I'll get it done."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Yan's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Even Kanae Butterfly, who was a flower pillar, could only barely see a blur at that speed.

"Did I just say something a bit too harsh...?"

Watching Xia Yan's receding figure, a hint of worry flashed in Kocho Kanae's eyes. After hesitating for two seconds, she chased after Xia Yan in the direction he had gone.

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Last Few Hairs Represent a Middle-Aged Man's Dignity

In the distant mountains and forests, the figure of the diseased leaf darts among the branches, its severed arm already grown back, moving as nimbly as a monkey.