- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 84
Chapter 84: Heading to Swordsmith Village
Soon, the logistics team from the Butterfly Mansion successfully arrived on-site.
The three reincarnators looked miserable, as if they were moments away from collectively heading to the afterlife, which frightened the medical personnel into a frantic rush to save them.
After a long while of commotion, things finally calmed down, and Fang Bo took this opportunity to share his thoughts.
“I have something to discuss with you. I wonder how you feel about it.”
Seeing the seriousness in his expression, his two teammates instinctively exchanged glances, knowing that whatever he was about to say must be significant.
Previously, when they were discussing how to deal with the Upper Moon, this guy had maintained a relaxed and carefree demeanor.
It was precisely this confidence that had infected the two, convincing them to face an opponent well beyond their capabilities.
Now, without even saying a word, his solemn expression alone made it clear that this “matter” was far more serious than their battle against the Upper Moon.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Fang Bo decided to get straight to the point: “Have you ever heard of a world mission?”
This was a completely rhetorical question. As the most rewarding series of missions, every reincarnator had dreamed of completing one.
Neither of them were fools. Upon hearing Fang Bo’s question, they instantly grasped the hidden meaning.
“You, you’re saying there’s a way to trigger a world mission?!” Darren’s expression was filled with excitement, his voice involuntarily rising a few decibels.
Realizing his outburst, he quickly cleared his throat and lay back down on the stretcher.
“It’s just a possibility.” Before they could get too excited, Fang Bo’s next words immediately froze the joy on their faces: “Even if we succeed in triggering it, with your current status, you won’t be able to participate.”
That’s right. Even if the final battle at the Infinity Castle were triggered, it would be a matter for the ten pillars and the protagonist team. How could swordsmen of their level be involved?
There was only one solution if they wanted to participate: they would have to become adopted heirs of the Spider Pillar.
“…I hate that title,” Ali muttered.
Compared to the latecomer Ninja, he considered his relationship with Jason much closer.
He knew that there wouldn’t be any lack of benefits, just like he wouldn’t forget Jason if he came across something valuable.
Of course, loyalty alone doesn’t put food on the table. Ali knew he’d have to pay some price for that damned adopted heir spot.
Money wasn’t the issue. As long as Fang Bo didn’t abandon him, the sorcerer would be content.
“So, what will we have to give in return?” Compared to the somewhat naive sorcerer, Darren was much more observant.
If it were merely a matter of money, they were close enough that Fang Bo could just name his price and leave it for them to consider.
The hesitation in Fang Bo’s behavior suggested some special requirement—perhaps helping with a task, or hunting down an enemy.
Whatever the specifics, it would likely be in line with the value of a world mission. Darren understood this much.
Seeing the ninja’s directness, Fang Bo no longer hesitated and laid out his true needs completely.
“Even if there’s just a chance, I have to try,” he said.
Including *Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba*, this was the third story world Fang Bo had experienced.
Throughout his journey, he had completed countless hidden missions and defeated many enemies far stronger than himself.
Aside from the advantage of knowing the story, his greatest asset was the legendary talent he had fused. Without the life-boosting powers of the Heart of Steel, he would have died countless times by now.
If he could evolve this talent, it would be worth any risk.
“I see.” Ali frowned, uncertain. “I’m not sure if it’s possible to enter the real world, but I think I’ve seen an option like that somewhere.”
Darren, who had been deep in thought, turned to him in surprise.
What does “not being able to enter the real world” mean?
Before he could think further, Ali nodded in agreement, as if they were just two friends arranging a casual tea meet-up.
What Darren didn’t know was that this teammate was actually a character from the story world, with no attachments in reality, so naturally, he had no concerns.
In contrast, Darren had a harmonious family, with his loved ones and friends all close by. If something went wrong, there would be no undoing it.
As the saying goes, you know the face but not the heart—it’s always wise to be cautious.
“I need some time.” That was Darren’s response.
Fang Bo understood perfectly; even he wouldn’t have agreed so quickly in Darren’s place.
Oh, Ali was an exception. The sorcerer was too trusting, no wonder he had been coaxed into the reincarnation space.
There was still plenty of time before the “Higanbana” plan would commence. In the meantime, the two of them needed to rack up as many accomplishments as possible. Simply assisting in the defeat of the Upper Moon wasn’t enough to secure them the title of adopted heirs.
Even with Fang Bo’s recommendation, they would at least need to demonstrate their skills.
And so, the next step was to dive into a series of hunting missions.
“Before the second act of the main storyline concludes, make sure to return to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters and give me your answers.”
With that, Fang Bo left the Butterfly Mansion’s vehicle.
“Master,” a masked woman approached him and respectfully knelt before him. “The lord has granted your request. You will be sent to Swordsmith Village immediately.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
Fang Bo slowly leaned forward, allowing himself to be carried by the young lady.
She was from the logistics department known as “Kakushi.” Anyone traveling to the headquarters or Swordsmith Village, or any other secret location, had to be escorted by Kakushi members.
To prevent enemy attacks, travelers were blindfolded and had their ears covered. The routes and the members leading each mission varied to minimize the risk of exposure.
Feeling the softness of the woman’s body, the exhausted Fang Bo gradually drifted into sleep.
While he slept, he felt himself being carried several times by different people. He didn’t sense any hostility, so he chose not to wake up.
By the next morning, Fang Bo’s mental energy was fully restored, and he naturally opened his eyes.
“You’re awake.” Sensing movement on her back, the young woman cheerfully said, “You must be tired. The Upper Moon was really strong, right?”
A day had passed since the battle, and the news of Upper Moon Three’s defeat had spread. Three pillars had joined forces to battle Akaza, ensuring the safe arrival of hundreds of passengers at their destination.
The Kakushi members had heard of the Infinite Train incident and knew that the Demon Slayer Corps had, for the first time, gained a Tenth Pillar.
Though it felt a bit odd, the morale was the highest it had been in a century, even among the usually reserved Kakushi.
“Put me down.” They were already close enough to see the outline of Swordsmith Village. There was no need for her to carry him any longer.
Besides, she was quite petite, and lying on her back wasn’t particularly comfortable. The first person, who had more cushion, was much better.
Feet back on the ground, Fang Bo softly thanked her before wobbling into Swordsmith Village.
It was an ancient village, hidden within a dense bamboo forest.
Upon entering, he saw rows of smithing houses lined up. Through the open doors, Fang Bo could clearly see the swordsmiths hard at work, grinding and forging tools.
They were so focused, their faces filled with unwavering determination, as if they were not just crafting weapons but creating a work of spiritual art.
Around them were apprentices diligently learning. Though their techniques were not yet refined, the passion and reverence for the craft shone in their eyes.
The rhythmic hammering sounded like music to Fang Bo, bringing a deep sense of peace. Even the air seemed to carry a profound sense of beauty.
As the most critical logistics department for the Demon Slayer Corps, Swordsmith Village was home to about a hundred craftsmen, responsible for providing the Corps with high-quality weapons—the Nichirin blades.
Naturally, the most respected figure in the village was the chief, and every member of the Corps who came to the village was expected to pay their respects.
After inquiring about the chief’s residence, Fang Bo soon met the short old man.
When the chief learned that Fang Bo had defeated an Upper Moon, he readily agreed to his request and directed him to the residence of Kotetsu, the repairman.
“Sigh, that child cherishes the doll so much. After every training session, he hides away to silently shed tears.”
The training doll, Yoriichi Zero Type, was a masterpiece of Kotetsu’s family. Unfortunately, his grandparents passed away in a mysterious cave in the mountains before they could pass on their skills.
It’s said that some members of the Demon Slayer Corps went to investigate, but the cave was so labyrinthine that no one who entered ever returned.
Over time, no one dared venture there, and the skills needed to repair the battle doll were lost.
Though Kotetsu tried his best, skills like this take years to accumulate, and hard work alone wasn’t enough.
Today, Yoriichi Zero Type was on the brink of collapse and wouldn’t last much longer.
As a training doll, its purpose was to help the Demon Slayer Corps improve their strength, and as a pillar, Fang Bo couldn’t let Kotetsu refuse him.
The chief merely hoped that Fang Bo would handle things gently, as Kotetsu was, after all, a pitiful child.
“I understand.” Fang Bo nodded, assuring him that he would obtain the doll in the most reasonable way.
A new Upper Moon would soon arrive, and Fang Bo needed to increase his strength. The best way to do that was to acquire and repair Yoriichi Zero Type.
Such a valuable item couldn’t be obtained simply by asking. The only way Fang Bo could think of was to find Kotetsu’s grandparents.
Recovering the lost techniques was the only way to secure the rights to use Yoriichi Type Zero.
After bidding the kind chief farewell, Fang Bo headed toward the mountains, only to run into a familiar face halfway there.
(End of chapter)