Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 856 - 660: Coming Home

Chapter 856: Chapter 660: Coming Home

The mountaintop was desolate. At this moment, the clouds in the sky parted, and sunlight bathed the earth once again, even raising the surrounding temperature significantly.

Roger looked up, scanning the area, but all he saw were the few people before him.

"The others have all fled."

Michihiro Morita let out a sigh.

At this moment, his mental state had returned to normal, though his eyes were full of exhaustion.

Roger wasn’t surprised. Sword Master Cold Crow never truly cared much about the Sword Pavilion, and Yatagarasu Akiryu was far too impulsive by nature—the cohesion of the Sword Pavilion wasn’t strong.

With all the recent upheavals, combined with the collapse of the mountain, how could anyone else have stayed here?

On the distant peak, a striking sight emerged, causing Roger to pause slightly. He saw an ancient cherry tree, lush with branches and leaves, its blossoms in full glory.

Just a few months ago, Sword Master Cold Crow had been there, guiding him in swordsmanship.

It wasn’t supposed to be cherry blossom season now. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the branches of the old cherry tree shook, and in that instant, the blooming flowers fell in their entirety.

A gust of wind swept down from the summit, carrying the delicate petals to the group’s feet.

"It’s all over."

Michihiro Morita’s fatigued voice rang out not far away.

Roger took a deep breath, suppressing the injuries on his body, "Let’s go—we’re heading downhill."

"Where to?" Yukiko asked softly.

She had been following Michihiro Morita recently to learn forging techniques. The monotonous life seemed to have tamed some of her lively nature.

"Away from the Everworld—to Sunrise!"

The group exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with joy.

The collapsing mountain and the snow that buried everything left them with nothing to collect; at this moment, they couldn’t wait to leave here.

But Roger’s gaze turned to the distance, and he swiftly moved toward someone in front of him.

"Higurashi..." Roger furrowed his brow.

Higurashi Gushan’s body was grotesquely twisted, no longer resembling a human. His frame split down the middle, blood drained from his face, but his eyes burned brightly.

Looking up, he forced a relieved smile.

"It’s you... Roger."

"How can I... help..."

"No need. After a lifetime of fleeing, it’s time for this to end."

"Your injuries are severe, but not irreparable. And about... Senka..." Roger hesitated.

"That’s for the best."

"She has her own life."

Higurashi Gushan raised his head, his gaze passing over Roger’s shoulder to the summit, where the desolate old cherry tree stood.

The flowers had all fallen.

With the collapse of the mountain and the departure of Sword Master Cold Crow, Hankawa seemed to have lost its former vitality as well.

"Our era has ended."

Higurashi Gushan lowered his head, and the red glow on his body flickered briefly.

Two crisp snapping sounds rang out as his arm broke apart and fused into a weapon.

"Give it to Senka."

After saying his final words, Higurashi Gushan closed his eyes forever.

The next moment, his body shattered, disintegrating into fine dust that scattered with the wind.

"Is this the fate of rebels?"

Roger’s emotions churned, a faint heaviness seizing his heart.

He knew the real challenge was only beginning.

The secrets of the Hunter’s Cabin, and the truth of the world.

From nearby came Yukiko’s call. Roger turned and walked to the three in front of him, raising the Sword of Destiny in his hand, and the Alder Sword Seal symbol appeared in the air.

The void tore open, engulfing their figures in the space.

Not long after the group departed, the snow atop Hankawa began to show signs of melting from the summit down.

The entire Everworld’s sky had changed.

...

"Sir, may I..."

A gentle, melodious voice interrupted Roger’s thoughts, forcing him to look up at the voluptuous figure wrapped in uniform before him.

"No, he doesn’t need anything!"

Before Roger could answer, a slightly annoyed voice interjected.

Yukiko spoke impatiently.

The flight attendant’s face revealed a hint of embarrassment but still offered Roger a polite smile.

Yukiko leaned over from the back seat.

"That woman is up to something with you!"

"This is exactly how it goes on TV—exchanging contact info, then..."

From the moment Yukiko started talking, Roger automatically shielded himself from her ongoing tirade. If he wasn’t mistaken, the next ten minutes would be her exaggerated drama predictions.

Including but not limited to car accidents, leukemia, betrayal, and catching someone in the act—perhaps even with a dash of Transcendent flair.

After defeating the Tengu Divine Master, the Alder Sword Seal had perfectly fused, and Roger’s understanding of space had grown exponentially.

After leaving Everworld, he had led the group back to Sunrise.

Though they had experienced no battles, Michihiro Morita and the others were utterly exhausted. The group rested for several days before discussing their next steps.

Aoki Kazuo didn’t have much to say. As a complete victim, he bid farewell to the group after a brief recovery, planning to return to Aoki Shrine.

The Everworld experience had changed him greatly.

His increase in strength was one thing, but more crucial was the shift in his mindset. Meanwhile, during their time away, in the real world, Transcendent events had erupted repeatedly.

Now, not only Europe but every corner touched by human civilization showed varying degrees of Transcendent resurgence.

Despite the authorities’ tireless efforts, the frequent outbreaks of events made suppression futile.

And now, on a flight heading to the Western World, Roger overheard many passengers discussing the Transcendent World more than once.

When he last traveled by ship to Sunrise, such conversations were confined to small, isolated circles.