socalfunplaces Chapter 33 The Arrival of Fate 1
Chapter 33 The Arrival of Fate 1
Deep within the inner courtyard of the Ryudoji residence, the night spread out as thick as ink.
The form of a soul was visibly shriveling up, like a sponge being squeezed by an invisible hand, until finally only an empty black shihaka suit remained, limply falling onto the cold ground, like a shed snakeskin.
Ryudoji Takehiko stood in the shadows, raised his hand, and casually wiped the blood splattered on his lips with the back of his hand.
He stared at the crimson stain on his hand, his tongue unconsciously licking his canine teeth, tasting the lingering aftertaste of the deepest part of his soul. Powerful spiritual energy surged into his body, strengthening his soul.
In these days, he has been like a void, constantly devouring the souls of death.
By consuming souls, he did indeed feel his own soul becoming fuller.
This feels amazing!
awesome!
The feeling of his own growing strength made him somewhat arrogant!
In just seven or eight days, he had already devoured hundreds of souls.
These were either former rivals of the Ryudoji family or former subordinates who had become restless after learning of his 'death'.
By absorbing the souls of these people, his soul strength was enhanced, and his spiritual pressure continued to increase.
Although his power growth is becoming increasingly slow, if this continues, given a hundred years, he is confident that he will become the most powerful Grim Reaper!
At this moment, it was already dark outside.
This is the time when most people need to rest.
But for someone like him, day and night are reversed, and while others are resting, it is the time of his most active day.
Since his last encounter with Yamamoto, he has kept a low profile and tried his best not to attack those particularly powerful Shinigami.
These people are all renowned figures in the Soul Society, and there is indeed no need to confront them before his strength has fully matured.
It's not too late to attack them after you've finished absorbing other souls and haven't improved much.
At least for now, he is no longer opposed to becoming a ghost.
Beyond the limits of death...
Doesn't that sound great?
After it got completely dark, Ryudoji Takehiko summoned his family members.
"Any news from the other houses?"
He looked at the younger generation of the family with a dignified air.
Many promising individuals within the Ryudoji clan were turned into demons by him.
This was also the target Muzan gave him.
After he was transformed into a demon, he also gained the ability to transform others into demons, but Muzan strictly controlled the limits of his power.
Therefore, he cannot turn all the members of the Ryudoji family into demons, nor is it possible for him to do so.
After all, it's impossible for everyone in a family to remain out of the public eye; someone has to handle things for them during the day.
It is precisely because he transformed into a new ghost that he needs more souls to devour.
In his view, this is probably why Muzan wanted to control the number of demons.
If there are too many ghosts, then there simply won't be enough souls to go around.
And the commotion they cause will be even bigger!
He had never heard of the demon clan before, probably because Muzan hadn't allowed the demons to overpopulate.
"The Shihouin family has been inquiring about clues related to the disappearance of the Shinigami recently," a junior member of the family reported.
"But we're being very careful, and we shouldn't give them any leverage."
"Hmm..." Ryudoji Takehiko hummed in response.
He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be kept secret for long, but he hadn't intended to keep it a secret for very long.
Give him a little more time...
He will soon gain invincible power!
We'll take down that Yamamoto guy first!
Ryudoji Takehiko recalled the scene of being engulfed in flames, and anger flared up in his eyes again.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing..." the man who came to report began.
"I've heard that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni has recently been contacting nobles and various heroes in the Soul Society, preparing to unite them to form a Gotei 14 (Gotei 14) organization."
"The Gotei 13?" Ryudoji Takehiko chuckled upon hearing this. "Don't bother with such nonsense. It's an impossible thing to do."
In his view, no one could bring together heroes with their own ulterior motives, not even Yamamoto.
At this time...
We can start taking action now.
The sky was completely shrouded in night, and a cool breeze blew by, sending chills down one's spine.
But for Ryudoji Takehiko, now is the best time to do something.
Do not……
It should be said that it's mealtime!
However, just as Ryudoji Takehiko was about to act, he suddenly felt a murderous aura lock onto his body!
too horrible!
Ryudoji Takehiko's pupils dilated, and he almost felt like he couldn't breathe properly!
This is……
What kind of aura is that?
It's simply unbelievable!
"Who goes there?!"
He roared loudly, then turned his head to look around, his gaze constantly shifting, but all around was pitch black, with only the shadowy trees swaying and rustling in the wind, making a mournful sound.
There was nothing else there.
There was no sign of anyone, no spiritual pressure fluctuations, and not even a trace of unusual aura could be detected.
"Be the master!"
As he roared, the guards and clansmen of the Ryudoji family rushed in from all directions, the cold glint of unsheathed swords flashing intermittently in the night.
Have you spotted any suspicious individuals?
Ryudoji Takehiko's breathing became rapid at this moment.
These people didn't know what had happened, and when they heard the Lord's question, they just shook their heads in confusion.
They didn't see anyone when they arrived.
Or is it just my imagination?
But that's impossible...
That feeling I just experienced was definitely not an illusion.
It's almost like...
It was like being hit by sunlight in that instant!
Sunlight is the nemesis of vampires!
It was the feeling that you could die at any moment!
Even now, he feels a chill run down his spine!
So, that's not an illusion! Absolutely not!
"It's not Muzan..."
In the next instant, a voice reached Ryudoji Takehiko's ears.
Ryudoji Takehiko immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man standing to his right at some point!
The man's deep red hair fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and his dark red haori robe swayed gently in the air.
His right hand rested casually on the hilt of a sheathed longsword at his waist, his posture calm, as if he were just a traveler strolling here under the moon.
But just standing there so casually, he seemed like a mountain, making Ryudoji Takehiko, who was closest to him, feel almost suffocated!
His pupils dilated, and his body trembled uncontrollably for a moment.
"Who...who are you?"
Ryudoji Takehiko was completely shocked at that moment!