Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 848 - 656: Mourning

Chapter 848: Chapter 656: Mourning

This is a pure clash of consciousness. The moment he was impacted, Roger fell into a disadvantage.

The consciousness of Sword Master Cold Crow was as powerful as a steel torrent, infused with his unwavering belief—belief forged by invincibility.

"Give up, Roger."

"What I need is merely your body. While you haven’t inherited the legacy of the Three-legged Crow, your will and my memories align perfectly."

"This will allow me to unleash the weapon’s maximum potential."

"When I grow stronger, I promise I’ll help you find a new body, one that’s even more powerful."

"You don’t belong to this world. Eventually, you must face that existence. Perhaps you still don’t understand how difficult it is to defy an entire world, but with my help, your chances of success could greatly improve."

"We don’t have to be enemies."

The overwhelming consciousness of Sword Master Cold Crow surged toward Roger, yet he did not retreat, facing the challenge head-on.

But the difference between the two soon became apparent.

Sword Master Cold Crow’s strength was comprehensive, without a single weakness.

Yet, even faced with such tempestuous waves, Roger stood steadfast like an island amidst the storm, unwavering in his belief.

Admittedly, within this clash of consciousness, Roger could barely hold his ground. If it were in the real world, he would likely be defeated faster and more miserably.

Slowly, the scales of victory began to tilt toward Sword Master Cold Crow, who eroded Roger’s consciousness space bit by bit—patiently, firmly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for a turning point?"

Sword Master Cold Crow said, "This intense confrontation will utterly erase your consciousness. You’ll lose the last shred of your self and completely disappear."

"If you don’t resist, I’ll leave a seed of your consciousness, waiting for the right moment to sprout..."

"Enough talking." Roger interrupted Sword Master Cold Crow.

"I’m not used to entrusting my fate to others."

"Even if it means failure or death, let it come as a result of my own choices."

"Besides, I may not lose."

"Because I am not alone!"

As his words fell, a towering mountain suddenly appeared behind Roger, crowned by a castle arranged with an intricate design.

Beside the suspension bridge and flowing creek, indistinct figures flitted through the castle, and higher up in a more ethereal realm stood a faint wooden cabin.

That, perhaps, was the prototype of the Hunter’s Cabin.

When the apparition of Kaer Morhen emerged, when Roger’s consciousness linked with the Hunter’s Cabin, the world turned upside-down in an instant.

His consciousness energy surged exponentially.

In an instant, countless consciousnesses connected with Roger—individuals who shared his belief, upheld the same principles.

They were united under a single identity.

Demon Hunters.

Running swiftly through the night, battling amidst the roars of monsters, they endured the cruel Green Grass Trial and fastened the Fraction’s insignia to their chests.

Sword Technique Dharma Seal.

Individually, their consciousnesses seemed weak, but united as one, they unleashed an unparalleled force!

Roger took a step forward, and the entire consciousness space seemed to tremble along with him—then came the second step.

Sword Master Cold Crow’s will remained powerful, as unyielding as steel, but what he now faced was not a single person.

United As One.

Feeling the support from the Hunter’s Cabin and Kaer Morhen, Roger’s confidence soared.

This was the trump card that gave him the courage to stand against Sword Master Cold Crow.

In the real world, his power might not be able to defeat his opponent, but here, connected to the Hunter’s Cabin, he felt as though he possessed the entire world!

"What kind of power is this?"

"You’re just like me—a fragment severed from a powerful world. Yet, why?"

"Why do you possess such complete rules?"

"That world... The world you escaped from—what kind of existence is it?"

Sword Master Cold Crow’s expression was one of pure shock.

What surprised him wasn’t the support from Kaer Morhen but the rule-based power he sensed through the Hunter’s Cabin.

His power originated from the small world tied to the Silver Dragon, governed by fragments of its rules.

Thus, no one understood better than him the true significance of what Roger was currently exhibiting.

Step by step.

Even steel-like conviction could not withstand the flames of collective unity. If this stalemate continued, the collapse of Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness seemed inevitable.

He, too, realized this.

His gaze lowered slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes as he locked onto Roger.

"Roger, I sympathize with you."

He sighed.

"From small to vast, what I face is merely a Fifth Tier, yet what binds you..."

"I cannot fathom."

"Not all shackles can be broken."

"Your future is shrouded in darkness."

A sudden retreating intent surfaced. "I’m leaving. If I’d known earlier that what binds you comes from something on this level, I would never have attempted anything."

"Can you tell me your origins?"

Before leaving, he asked one last question.

"To tell the truth, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never felt any so-called shackles or restrictions." Roger replied.

"That’s because you’re still too weak—not yet qualified to perceive that connection."

"You are a child of a world."

"And all children ultimately return to their mother."

"You cannot escape."

"What about you?" Roger countered.

"You’ll see—my choice!"

Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness retreated. What he discovered in Roger forced him to alter his plans: obtaining a usable body wasn’t worth the risk of entangling with a grander existence.