Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 845 - 654 We Are All the Same_2

Chapter 845: Chapter 654 We Are All the Same_2

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"This is the only way..."

Before his consciousness dissipated, Roger let out a sigh. He didn’t know if he would have another chance to awaken again.

But this was the only seed he could leave behind.

Then darkness overwhelmed him, and the void took over.

Not far ahead, a lithe figure suddenly jumped down from the tree.

"Why did it take so long?"

The person looked him up and down. "How is it? Are you confident?"

Yatagarasu Tsukihiko raised his head. "Other than me, who else is qualified?"

"Haha, now that’s the Yatagarasu Tsukihiko I know!"

"Let’s go!"

...

"Drip, drip!"

Warm liquid trickled down his cheeks.

Roger suddenly regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

A blood-red world.

His eyes were drenched in fresh blood. Pain, as if he were being torn apart, spread through his entire body. Blood streamed uncontrollably.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

Roger didn’t move. He let the blood flow freely, lying motionless on the ground, his mind completely blank.

Caw, caw!

Nearby, he heard a series of shrill cries. Roger’s eyes flickered in that direction.

He then saw a strikingly beautiful face.

Delicate features and waterfall-like black hair cascading naturally, extending down the woman’s fair neck.

Roger quietly turned his gaze away and sighed.

The woman wasn’t lacking in beauty, but her body had things that shouldn’t exist below her waist.

Rough chitin, countless tiny legs; her lower half resembled that of an insect.

Roger lacked the strength to move. His injuries were too severe. Worse, he couldn’t make sense of the situation unfolding before him. He couldn’t even recall who he was.

Thwump!

Just then, the woman’s lower half abruptly swelled. It ballooned like a toad, and her slender upper body started to retract downward.

An invisible force seemed to pull at her. Folds on her abdomen writhed, dragging her upper body into the cavity below.

All that remained was a hideous insect in her place.

The creature’s body arched, exposing foul-smelling mandibles, before darting toward Roger with shocking speed.

At the critical moment, a red light flashed. The bloated insect’s body was split in half, and someone walked to Roger’s side, hoisting him up.

"Who are you?"

Roger asked.

A name echoed in his ears.

"Higurashi Gushan!"

"Higurashi Gushan?" Roger repeated the name. In the next instant, it exploded in his consciousness like a thunderclap.

Two blurry marks appeared. Roger instinctively focused on them, and the marks began to grow sharper, revealing fragments of chaotic memories.

"Yes, I remember now."

"Higurashi Gushan... his memories..."

"Maybe I can..."

"But I need a vessel—an opportunity not to be discovered."

"Sword Seal!"

"No, that’s too passive... I must adapt. I need change."

Roger murmured to himself.

In the depths of his consciousness, the two Sword Seal symbols began to align. As he focused intently, the marks began transforming.

This time, before the darkness struck, Roger proactively disintegrated his consciousness. Along with his dissolution, the two radiant marks vanished as well!

"This is the last chance."

"Sword Master Cold Crow, my mentor, I look forward to our next confrontation!"

Then all returned to the void.

What Roger did not know was that in the split second he voluntarily dissolved his consciousness, in the real world, an unmoving, statue-like figure opened its pale eyes.

"Is it over?"

"What a surprise; I didn’t expect you to hold out for this long."

Around Sword Master Cold Crow was a purely black-and-white world.

Roger’s body was left kneeling in a nearby clearing. Waves of black sword energy enveloped the expanse, merging in the sky to form a Black Moon.

Roger opened his eyes and fixated on the moon above. Its light turned his pupils pitch-black.

The darkness spread, consuming his eyes entirely.

Sword Master Cold Crow approached Roger.

"Let’s begin."

"Only by breaking free of that cage can all sacrifices be worth it."

He extended his right hand, pressing it lightly against Roger’s forehead. Forces surged around him, twisting the surrounding space.

Above them, the moon, the pale eyes, and the sword in his hand created a resonance, forming a complete circuit of power.

Sword Master Cold Crow exhaled deeply. Raising his gaze, his eyes seemed to pierce through the void, reaching an unseen realm.

"Wait for it—I have a surprise for you!"

Boom!

Violent energy shot skyward, black and white interchanged, transforming from one pure state into another.

If black and white could invert, what couldn’t be done to a person’s consciousness and body?

"Huff..."

Sword Master Cold Crow exhaled thick white smoke. Within the swirling particles of vapor, strange distortions flickered with eerie power.

The smoke flowed into Roger through his nose, eyes, and ears.

"What a powerful body!"

He exclaimed. "Yet, so strange..."

"This vessel doesn’t seem naturally born?"

"No matter. His body is irrelevant. What matters is him..."

Before his words faded, Sword Master Cold Crow’s expression shifted dramatically. Suddenly, Roger’s motionless body twitched, and the blackness in his eyes receded rapidly.

Roger’s awareness returned. His eyes cleared completely!

"How is this possible?"

Sword Master Cold Crow barely managed to voice his shock when his consciousness was pulled into an unknown realm. Simultaneously, Roger, regaining a fleeting moment of clarity, instinctively swung the Sword of Destiny in his hand.

He didn’t have time to see the wound inflicted by his strike. A force dragged him into the same space where Sword Master Cold Crow’s mind had been pulled.

Rumble!

Like the creation of heaven and earth, Roger opened his eyes and found his body floating amidst a void of dazzling, intertwined light and shadow.

Not far ahead, he saw the familiar slender figure.

"Remarkable."

"Roger, you truly are my finest student."

"I never imagined you’d identify the issue with merely a sliver of projected consciousness. Even more astonishing..."

"You actually found a way to awaken your true consciousness."

"And predicted my next move."

Sword Master Cold Crow smiled.

"To obliterate your awareness while using a special method to retain your memories, and then trigger your awakening through my actions..."

"Genius. Truly genius."

He praised.

"No." Roger shook his head.

"I only borrowed someone else’s method. And that person sacrificed far more to preserve his memories."

"Him?" Sword Master Cold Crow quickly grasped the reference, a look of realization flickering across his eyes.

"Discovering breaks within my memories was your skill."

He glanced around, "But do you honestly believe forsaking physical combat, and facing me purely at the level of mind and will, you could prevail?"

Sword Master Cold Crow’s eyes brimmed with unshakable confidence.

This was the conviction forged through a lifetime of experience—a belief so strong it had become obsession.

He believed himself invincible.

In battles of will, faith outweighed spiritual power.

"The so-called Spirit Sword Project is just a lie. Your true goal was never controlling people through the sword but finding a tangible vessel."

"To use the Spirit Sword to carry your essence, then change to younger, stronger bodies through this method."

"The erasure of memories—a chillingly effective approach. During assimilation, I would gradually lose my sense of self, and eventually, I would identify myself as you."

"Far more horrifying than mere consumption!"

Roger said gravely.

"You only grasped part of the truth." Sword Master Cold Crow replied.

"The Spirit Sword Project was always central. The true anomaly is you."

"Me?" Roger furrowed his brow.

Sword Master Cold Crow nodded.

"Yes."

"Because we are the same—hailing from a similar place!"