From Demon Slayer to the Multiverse: The Ultimate Exploiter

At dawn, Ju Dongliu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of the luxury hotel suite, gazing at the cloud-covered skyline of Mountain City. She gently lowered the phone in her hand.

A petite girl with oversized black-rimmed glasses, completely mismatched with her delicate features, came running into the room. Her voice was crisp and clear as she asked, "Dongliu-nee, are we heading home today?"

Dongliu withdrew her gaze, her expression as cold and stoic as ever. Her eyes fell on the little girl, whose ill-fitted woman's suit barely hung onto her tiny frame, and she frowned.

"Kazue, that outfit..."

Hearing this, Kazue Momoe quickly dropped the idea of going home. She bolted out of the room, her tiny footsteps echoing. At the doorway, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to say, "That guy, Yang something, said he couldn't reach your phone, so he called the room instead."

Dongliu decided to let the clothing issue slide for now. Her expression turned contemplative as she walked over to the phone.

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Meanwhile, Tong Gu set down his phone, mulling over the intelligence provided by the mysterious woman. He had no reason to doubt it, but that didn't mean he would give up on his plan to enter the new round of the Game of Fate today.

Glancing over at Zuo Xiaoling, who sat on the sofa watching TV, Tong Gu noted her faintly transparent figure. However, her form seemed more stable than the erratic state she'd been in that night.

According to Yang Yuanping's intelligence, Zuo Xiaoling's lingering presence might have been caused by the curse spirit that accompanied Wu Guangzhi during their mission.

"Zuo Xiaoling, I'm heading out and won't be back until tonight. You..."

Tong Gu hesitated. She no longer needed to eat or fear death—she was already gone.

But Zuo Xiaoling didn't notice his somber expression. Her laughter filled the room as she watched the auto-played television show, utterly immersed, as if her suffering had been forgotten.

Tong Gu stepped out into the rain, pulling up his hood. Glancing at the direction indicated by the Log Pose, he set off decisively.

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Yang Yuanping looked out at the gloomy weather, a strange sense of foreboding weighing on him.

"A storm is brewing..."

Ding-ling-ling!

The sharp sound of an alarm jolted Gong Li awake. He had stayed up all night. Yang Yuanping quickly picked up the ringing phone on his desk.

"What's going on? Speak!" His voice betrayed an urgency even he hadn't noticed.

"Reports from the eastern Yuelu District of Mountain City indicate over twenty Deathcallers in the area!"

Beside him, Gong Li's face went pale. The scene was too familiar—it mirrored what had happened two weeks ago when Deathcallers appeared across the city, spreading their forces thin.

Yang Yuanping's expression remained stoic. He gave the order immediately: "Deploy Team Four to investigate!"

Ding-ling-ling!

The alarm blared again, and another report of Deathcallers in another part of the city came through. Gong Li clenched his fists, his knuckles white. He watched helplessly as Yang Yuanping made calm yet systematic decisions, echoing the steps taken by their former deputy director, who had resigned after the last incident.

"Captain!" Gong Li's voice rose sharply. "We can't keep dividing our forces. Their target is definitely Tong Gu—no question about it!"

Yang Yuanping shook his head. "No. We must respond to the Deathcallers. If they infiltrate densely populated areas, the consequences will be catastrophic. Once their ideology spreads, we'll be facing an unimaginable death toll."

Gong Li knew this too, but frustration boiled over. For the first time, he raised his voice at his mentor.

"Tong Gu's survival is more critical than anything else! His life is worth—"

A large hand covered his mouth, cutting off his protest. Yang Yuanping's face was grim. "Remember, Gong Li. No one's life is more important than another's."

With that, Yang Yuanping strode out, leaving a lingering comment that finally reached Gong Li's ears.

"Have some faith in him. After all, he's the hero you chose to believe in..."

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In a dilapidated residential area, Zhang Xingwen stood in his courtyard, hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the overcast sky. This neighborhood had slowly emptied over the years, its residents lost to the Game of Fate, including his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter...

He had long since lost count of how many loved ones the cruel hand of fate had taken from him.

Zzzz...

The static-filled television inside his home suddenly turned on, displaying the image of an eerie, bottomless well.

Unfazed, Zhang Xingwen didn't react to the chilling atmosphere now seeping from his house. He remained in the courtyard, lost in thought.

A cold, slimy presence crept out, enveloping him. A familiar voice, one he could never forget, spoke softly.

"It's enough, Xingwen. You've done enough... Too much. Let it go. Stop fighting."

A white-clad woman, her hair cascading over her face, crawled out of the house. Her distorted limbs clung to the walls as she climbed high above. Staring down at the old man, she unleashed a relentless torrent of cursed energy.

Zhang Xingwen slowly closed his eyes. Yes, he was tired. So very tired...

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Elsewhere, Ju Dongliu, clad in a black trench coat and unarmed, strode through the rainy streets. Pedestrians hurried past her with their umbrellas, oblivious to her presence.

Boom!

A massive white figure over ten meters tall crashed into the park ahead of her. It resembled a spectral sheet pierced by two black voids, its form constantly shifting—one moment a tormented face, the next a grotesque human figure.

Technique: Forest of Death's Reflection

Within the cursed domain, the agony of countless deaths replayed endlessly.

Dongliu stepped into the park, her gaze fixed on the colossal curse spirit overhead. For the first time, a faint smile touched her lips.

"A curse spirit of this caliber... She can't have many left."

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Tong Gu followed the Log Pose to a small, unstable portal at the base of Luting Mountain. Its shimmering light swirled with ominous instability.

So this is the place...

"You've arrived, haven't you, Tong Gu?"

Stepping out from the portal's glow, Wu Guangzhi—or rather, the man now known as Mr. Wu—appeared.

Tong Gu smiled faintly and nodded. "Yes, I've arrived."

Wu Guangzhi seemed surprised at Tong Gu's composure. Rather than fear, Tong Gu stepped forward confidently.

Placing a hand on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade: Masamune, Tong Gu exhaled deeply, his presence growing more imposing.

"Should I be afraid of you, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Guangzhi raised his hands, preparing to unleash telekinetic force. Tong Gu, unfazed, gazed calmly at his foe before vanishing in a blur of motion.

Earth Breathing, Fourth Form: Earth Pulse Dragon Roar!

The ground erupted as Wu Guangzhi's body was violently torn apart, half of him obliterated in an instant.

But his dismembered form quickly morphed into a white, viscous substance, reforming into a grotesque blob of flesh.

Before Tong Gu could react further, slow, deliberate clapping echoed. A woman materialized in his vision, as if she'd been there all along.

"You're quite impressive, Tong Gu."

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