Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 843 - 653 The So-Called Truth_2

Chapter 843: Chapter 653 The So-Called Truth_2

"So this is what it feels like to lose oneself?"

"So this is the kind of life that Higurashi Gushan experienced."

"Wait, why did I mention Higurashi Gushan?"

"And who is Higurashi Gushan?"

The sound of the wind whistled past his ears. The young man who took Roger away seemed quite interested in him. The energy cocoon enveloping their bodies allowed them to converse freely, unaffected by the ambient temperature and airflow.

Throughout this process, Roger’s consciousness drifted away. He heard the young man introduce himself.

He knew he came from one of the eight branches under Tengu Shrine, a rising star there. His teacher was reputed to be the most outstanding successor in the history of Tengu Shrine.

Their flight grew faster and occasionally, they exchanged words. As time passed, Roger found his consciousness becoming increasingly muddled.

He tried desperately to do something, but any attempt to change the situation was futile.

Slowly, his awareness became hazy, and in terror, he lost his perception of his surroundings.

Darkness descended. Roger realized that he was, in a way, being killed.

From his memories and consciousness.

Everything became void.

In the darkness, his consciousness drifted, not knowing how much time had passed. Suddenly, a faint glimmer of light appeared, and Roger gasped for air.

He opened his eyes!

"What’s going on?"

"Where am I?"

"I?"

"Who am I?"

Thoughts in his head were like a tangled mess. He hurriedly got up, ignoring his surroundings, and fully immersed his mind in deep contemplation.

"That’s right, I am Roger."

"I come from..."

Like a videotape cut off suddenly, his memory came to a halt, followed by an immense panic.

Roger understood he was in grave danger; he couldn’t see his enemy, but undoubtedly, losing his memory and having his consciousness erased would be equivalent to death.

"Sword Master Cold Crow, yes, I should be in the memory of Sword Master Cold Crow. Let me think..."

He murmured to himself, trying hard to make some sense out of his chaotic thoughts.

"Is this his way of attacking?"

"Things started changing after the power within him awakened, so what about now?"

Only then did Roger restrain his mind and look around. He found himself in a simply decorated room.

It was night, with silence outside. The bright moonlight shone through the window, casting a shadow on the floor.

Opening his hands, Roger immediately noticed the most direct change in his body.

His arms were strong and powerful.

These were the hands of an adult.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly found a mirror in the room. Using the light from outside, Roger saw his current appearance clearly.

Physically imposing with a firm face, but the contours and disposition bore some familiar traces.

This should still be the young appearance of Sword Master Cold Crow, but what about last time?

The last time he regained consciousness, he distinctly had the body of a teenager.

This raised many more thoughts in Roger’s mind.

His enemy was no longer a specific person.

Alone in the room, Roger carefully examined his current body: well-proportioned muscles and strong spiritual power.

He slowly pushed open the door and stepped outside.

All was quiet around, but after taking only a few steps forward, a strange feeling arose within. He turned around and glanced at the small cabin standing not far away.

Vaguely in his heart, he understood something.

Quickly returning to the room and shutting the door, he immediately felt a sense of peace within his heart, as if there was an inexplicable connection between him and this room.

"Is it the Hunter’s Cabin?"

"A force is isolating this connection, but it has always been there!" Feeling hopeful, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Roger tried hard to sense the presence of the Hunter’s Cabin, but until dawn broke, the depths of his consciousness remained empty.

"Which part went wrong?"

Roger revisited all his experiences, but many parts of his memory were becoming fragmented, making the process slow.

"Though Sword Master Cold Crow’s power is strong, it cannot directly affect the Hunter’s Cabin."

From what Roger encountered so far, the Hunter’s Cabin’s level was always high. In Roger’s mind, he even believed Sword Master Cold Crow’s power wouldn’t surpass that of the Silver Dragon.

"The problem lies within me."

He suddenly recalled the intense battle before losing consciousness; Sword Master Cold Crow’s swordsmanship exerted immense pressure on him.

Not only did it drain Roger’s strength, but it also exhausted his spirit.

Perhaps because of this, with power in a state of exhaustion, Roger was pulled into this strange memory vortex.

Everything happening here couldn’t correspond to the reality, so he surmised that Roger must still be in a weakened state.

His true consciousness had almost come to a halt, so the so-called connection was impossible to establish.

"If that’s the case, then here, this conscious self might just be a projection of my consciousness in this world!"

Roger’s eyes lit up as he felt he might have found the key to the problem.

"Only the awakening of my true consciousness can activate the power within and then strike back!"

With direction determined, two more questions faced Roger.

What should he do?

Why would Sword Master Cold Crow do this?

From their confrontation, it was evident that Sword Master Cold Crow’s strength was overwhelming; in Roger’s view, he was no longer merely the Extreme Path Sword Master.

But had gone further, reaching into territories Roger couldn’t touch.

Given such a power gap, Sword Master Cold Crow could easily have beheaded him back then. But why, why did he drain his strength, exhaust his spirit, and then take him to this strange place?

Taking a deep breath to suppress the doubts in his heart, Roger began tackling the immediate problem.

The sky grew bright, yet under these circumstances, his own consciousness began to blur as if something inside him was awakening.

"Awaken my true consciousness..."

"Power... body... spirit..."

"The experiences and memories of this body are erasing my original consciousness. Now, my true consciousness is in a state of chaos and depletion. If the last bit of projection gets erased..."

Roger suddenly had a terrifying thought, "at that time, without memory and self, I and this body will merge into one."

"No, this body will merge with me."

"In reverse deduction, from projection to the main body, consciousness reversal!"

Roger’s eyes widened.

"Then, will it still be me who’s reawakened?"

His eyelids twitched violently.

Roger felt like he was getting close to the truth of the matter.

"His goal was never to kill me, but to erase my consciousness and, after completing the fusion, completely devour and fully control my body!"

"At that time..."

"Having taken over my body, possessing the most vibrant vitality, and simultaneously..."

"Spirit Sword Project!"

"His power is all stored in that weapon!"

"Is this the real truth of the Spirit Sword Project?!"

"Using a weapon to control the Sword Bearer is merely a stopgap measure; what he has always wanted is a body truly to his liking."

With a loud rumble in his mind, Roger felt that many more questions remained unresolved.

What defines me?

Had Sword Master Cold Crow not attempted similar things before?

If he failed, why was he certain that it would succeed with me?

For so many years, have the deaths of Sword Master Cold Crow’s students really been accidents, or just accidents in failure?

"What should I do?"

Discovering the truth made Roger surprisingly calm. Now, the consideration was not just about leaving this peculiar place.

There was something even more important.

After escaping, how would he fight back?