Chapter 106: Good News: A Wife at the Start. Bad News: The Wife is a Demon.

This was a courtyard, elegant and filled with a strong sense of antiquity. In the center was a small pond with a few koi fish swimming around. Roa was sitting on a chair in the courtyard.

Roa checked his condition.

The flow of magic felt sluggish, as if it were being restrained.

It was like having a 460ms lag in a game—a subtle but annoying delay. Was this the so-called nerf?

Roa swung his fist, creating a sonic boom as it cut through the air.

Roa frowned slightly. Not only was his magic weakened, but his physical abilities were also constrained.

Thinking this, Roa picked up a fruit knife from the fruit tray and lightly drew it across his arm.

The Sword cut through his skin with some resistance. It seemed his entire being had been weakened, and not just by a small margin.

However, even with this weakening, he was still at a superhuman level.

And this weakening was only temporary.

Roa used his magic to try and break through the restraints.

The restraint was like a collar tightly fastened around his neck, but it wasn't particularly strong. In fact, it seemed to loosen slightly every minute.

Roa estimated that in about a month, he would be able to use 30% of his power, and in four months, he should fully recover.

Thinking this, Roa felt a bit relieved. As long as he could regain his full strength, everything would be fine.

Suddenly, a startled voice called out. It was a servant, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen. She saw the wound on Roa's arm and hurried over, asking, "Young master, what happened to you?"

Roa knew she was talking to him. He pulled his hand back and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I just got scratched."

The servant hesitated, but Roa suddenly asked, "What's the occasion today? Why is it so lively?"

The servant's expression instantly became complicated. She hesitated, then whispered, "Young master, today is your wedding day."

Roa: "…"

What the hell? A wife as a starting bonus?

Roa fell silent. He looked up at the servant, their eyes meeting. The servant quickly blushed and averted her gaze.

Roa nodded. It seemed his charm hadn't been weakened.

Roa asked, "What's going on?"

The servant was puzzled by her master's reaction, but her professionalism made her explain everything in detail.

In this world, Roa was still called Roa. His mother was named Ririsa, and his father was named Tsukihiko. He was their only legitimate son. His parents were wealthy, having been merchants for generations. However, his father was often away on business, and his mother frequently went out to socialize, often not returning until late at night or not at all. As a result, the relationship between the three of them was quite fragile, held together only by the thin thread of blood ties.

Roa had always been exceptionally handsome, but his talents were mediocre. He lived an ordinary life, lacking initiative. Although there were no dramatic power struggles, he was still being manipulated by others.

This time, Roa's father had decided to use him as a pawn in a marriage alliance, essentially marrying him off.

While it might sound unethical, that was exactly what his father was doing—throwing his only son into the fire.

Until Roa crossed over and replaced the original, mediocre version of himself.

Roa's expression was strange. He didn't know what to say.

Should he complain? Who would have thought that his first marriage would happen under such circumstances?

The moonlight was bright, and the night sky was filled with stars. A cool breeze brushed against Roa's long hair.

Roa felt helpless. He stood up and walked to the pond, looking at the koi fish.

The moonlight shone on his strikingly handsome face.

Roa suddenly said to the servant, "Is this the fate of a wealthy heir? To marry a woman I've never met?"

He then clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

The servant timidly said, "But, young master, you've met her once before, didn't you? And you were quite pleased with the arrangement."

Roa was momentarily speechless. He glared at the servant and said irritably, "You're supposed to say, 'How tragic,' and sympathize with me."

The servant didn't know what to say and just stared at Roa blankly.

Roa looked back at her, and she averted her gaze. Roa could only sigh.

Outside, the decorations were festive, and the atmosphere was lively.

Roa looked around and at his own attire. It resembled the loose robes worn in Japan, more specifically, the kind worn during the Warring States period. But judging by the style, it seemed to be from an even earlier era.

Roa asked the servant again, "What era is this?"

The servant stepped forward and reached out to touch Roa's forehead, but he dodged with a look of disgust.

The servant awkwardly said, "It's the Taisho era, young master. What's wrong with you today? You seem… off."

Roa didn't respond. He was deep in thought. What was the Taisho era? He only knew about the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties. He had no knowledge of Japanese history.

The servant, seeing Roa's expression, grew increasingly worried. At that moment, a loud voice came from outside. A middle-aged butler walked out from the front courtyard, saw Roa, and hurried over to pull on his sleeve.

As he pulled, he said, "Young master, hurry up! The young lady is getting impatient."

The wedding wasn't as elaborate as those in ancient China. Even though he was the young master of a wealthy family, the ceremony wasn't particularly grand.

The courtyard was surprisingly large, easily accommodating twenty to thirty people. At the moment, it was bustling with activity.

A group of servants surrounded a young woman, leading her toward Roa. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, dressed in a bright red kimono. Even though her face was covered by a red veil, her aura was overwhelming.

The servants around her were extremely respectful, indicating her high status. When they saw Roa approaching, they were delighted and called out, "The groom is here! The bride has been waiting for you for a while."

Roa pursed his lips. He felt an extremely disgusting smell emanating from her.

No, it wasn't just her. There were several other equally repulsive presences nearby.

Instinctively, Roa frowned and stood still, not wanting to move forward.

But while Roa was hesitating, the butler urged, "Young master, aren't you going to greet your bride?"

Roa looked back at the butler and saw a cold, indifferent expression.

He immediately understood.

Roa didn't say much. He walked up to the woman and smiled, "Well, let's get along from now on."

The red veil obscured her face, but the closer Roa got, the stronger the smell became, almost tangible.

A girl of about thirteen or fourteen nearby teased, "Groom, stop wasting time and take your bride away!"

Everyone's gaze as they looked at Roa was filled with a strange hunger, as if he were some rare delicacy.

Roa's face twitched. He glanced around and estimated that if this world was indeed Demon Slayer, there were at least four demons here.

Although their breath wasn't particularly strong, starting with a demon bride was quite the twist.

And they were hiding so well? Almost no one noticed?

The side Roa was marrying into was clearly not human, while his own side was entirely human.

This was a bit ridiculous.

What was his father thinking? Pushing his own son into a den of demons, as if he wanted him dead? But regardless, life had to go on.

Roa smiled at the woman and said, "Then, please come with me, miss."

He even made a gesture of invitation.

The three demons exchanged glances, their throats moving slightly, and their faces flushed. They nodded and pushed the bride forward.

As they entered the main hall, the atmosphere was festive, and many people had come to celebrate. When they saw Roa, they congratulated him, "Congratulations, groom, on marrying such a beautiful bride."

Roa nodded and casually replied, "Thank you all for coming. I'm very happy."

Most of the guests were normal people, but the four from the bride's side were all demons.

It was easy to imagine that if Roa hadn't crossed over in time, this would have turned into a bloody feast.

There were many people, and naturally, many came to flatter him. Although Roa's reputation wasn't great, his striking appearance alone earned him respect.

Roa greeted everyone one by one.

The bridesmaid helped the bride into the bedroom, while Roa stayed outside to entertain the guests.

Some of the more enthusiastic guests raised their glasses and toasted Roa, teasing, "If you don't drink this, you're not giving us face."

Roa curled his lips, thinking to himself that after a few more drinks, they should all go to hell.

After dealing with the busybodies for about 30 minutes, Roa finally walked into the house.

It was a wooden house with a large interior. Despite being made of wood, it surprisingly gave off a very pleasant feeling.

The room was furnished with various facilities, and the bright red headscarf and kimono added a unique beauty to the woman.

You have to admit, if the other person were a woman, she would indeed be quite attractive, enough to make most people's hearts flutter.

Roa looked at the maid beside him, his expression somewhat strange.

He asked her curiously, "Aren't you going to leave?"

The maid was also a very beautiful woman with delicate features, her hair tied up high, and her eyes constantly wandering over Roa's body. Her skin was fair, and although she was a maid, she exuded an elegant and gentle demeanor.

Of course, these were just appearances.

In reality, she was also a ghost.

The maid smiled, deliberately pulling open her collar to reveal the snow-white skin of her neck, and slowly walked towards Roa, saying:

"I have been alone since childhood, relying on my sister for survival. My sister promised me that as long as she had a bite of meat, I would have a sip of soup. Now, she is about to get married, and she told me that if I am willing, we can both serve you together

Looking at the petite girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him, saying such touching words.

Roa felt nauseous. Are ghosts so brazen now? They don't even bother to beat around the bush.

Roa was certain that what the other person said about having a bite of meat was literally eating meat. For ordinary people, they migh think it meant a threesome, but in reality, it was two ghosts eating one person.

Roa curled his lips, his right hand gripping the fruit knife hidden in his sleeve, and with a smile, he approached the other person, saying, "Oh? Is that so?"

The maid's cheeks flushed, her breathing gradually becoming rapid. Looking at Roa walking towards her, she said to the woman beside her, "Miss, can we start? He is really too tempting. I have never seen such a delicious human."

Under the red headscarf, a pair of enchanting blood-red eyes opened. She looked at Roa indifferently and said, "Xiao Die, I am your master. Naturally, I get to taste the delicious thing first, and only then can you have a bite."

The maid named Xiao Die showed a conflicted expression but had no choice but to step back reluctantly, though her eyes kept wandering over Roa's neck and liver.

Roa had already confirmed what world he had come to—it was definitely the world of "Demon Slayer," though the exact time of his transmigration was still unknown. Looking at the two greedy ghosts in front of him, Roa calmly raised the fruit knife in his right hand and said with a serious expression, "I noticed something was off with you long ago."

After saying this, Roa suddenly slammed the table and shouted, "Monsters! I knew at a glance that you weren't human. Come and meet your doom!"

The maid giggled, her laughter sending chills down one's spine. The maid named Xiao Die laughed at Roa, "Cute child, you don't think you can do anything with just that knife, do you? Today, not only you, but everyone in this mansion will be our blood feast."

Roa looked at her, and she looked back at Roa. Roa's right hand tightened, and he suddenly took a step forward. The distance between them wasn't too far to begin with, and at such a close range, it was almost a sure kill for the Sword God style.

The maid only felt a chill on her neck, and her vision spun. Her head fell straight to the ground.