Chapter 38 – The Battlefield of the Damned
Kuragami stood at the edge of the Forest of Hell, its twisted black trees clawing at the crimson sky. Alexandra's daughter stood behind him, her breathing still heavy from their last encounter with the tenth demon.
Kuragami's violet eyes burned as he looked at her. "You are weak." His words were not filled with contempt—just absolute truth.
She flinched. "I—I will grow stronger—"
"You will train here."
Her breath caught in her throat. "What? No! I'm coming with you!"
Kuragami did not move. "You think I can protect you forever?"
She clenched her fists. "That's not what I—"
"Enough." Kuragami turned his head slightly, and the Forest of Hell trembled under his will. "You are weak. I do not carry weakness."
She wanted to scream, to fight, but the weight of his presence crushed her protests into silence.
Kuragami's cold gaze shifted to the shadows behind the trees. A figure emerged—the being who once brought Kuragami into this world.
"You," Kuragami said. "Train her."
The mysterious being grinned, its form flickering between reality and nightmare. "I thought you didn't care for weaklings?"
"I don't." Kuragami's voice was final. "But if she cannot stand beside me, she will die. And I refuse to carry the dead."
The being laughed, a sound that made the trees shudder. "Very well, then. But when you return... she will not be the same."
Kuragami did not respond. He turned away. The sky split open before him, revealing the path to the Battlefield of the Damned.
And he stepped through.
The Battlefield of the Damned – Where Slaughter Never Ends
Kuragami stepped forward, his boots crushing the brittle skulls beneath him.
The sky was black, twisted, and pulsating like a dying heart. The battlefield stretched endlessly, an ocean of bodies rising, fighting, dying, and rising again.
At the center of this eternal carnage, a lone figure stood—
Belphegor, the Demon of Endless Slaughter.
His armor, forged from the bones of kings, was drenched in blood so ancient it had turned black. Chains wrapped around his arms, broken, yet never truly severed. His eyes held no emotion—only an abyss where sanity had long been abandoned.
He turned his empty gaze toward Kuragami and grinned.
"Finally… a worthy opponent."
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Kuragami vs. Belphegor – The Demon of Endless Slaughter
Without a word, Belphegor disappeared.
A second later, Kuragami's senses screamed—
A blade came for his throat.
Kuragami barely dodged.
The air ripped apart, and a wave of blood-drenched destruction followed, carving through the battlefield like a god's wrath.
Kuragami spun, twisting midair, his Forgotten Sword humming with power—and slashed.
CLANG!
Belphegor's chains coiled like serpents, blocking the attack.
Kuragami landed, his violet eyes narrowing. "Faster than I expected."
Belphegor cracked his neck. "And you're alive. That makes you more interesting than the last million."
Without hesitation, Belphegor attacked again.
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The Art of Brutality – A Battle That Defies Mortals
Kuragami knew this was not a fight of strength alone.
Belphegor did not stop.
His every attack shattered the land, twisted reality, and drowned the world in violence.
Kuragami blocked—
Countered—
Dodge. Slash. Twist. Kill.
But it wasn't enough.
Belphegor could not die.
Every wound healed. Every broken limb regenerated.
The chains wrapped around Kuragami's arm, pulling him in—
BOOM!
A fist slammed into his ribs, sending him crashing through mountains of corpses.
Kuragami coughed blackened blood, his vision blurring. His Forgotten Sword vibrated, sensing something—something beyond strength, beyond power.
Belphegor walked toward him, his chains dragging behind him like the tolling bells of death.
"You don't understand, do you?" Belphegor said, his voice echoing with centuries of war.
"This battlefield…is my prison. My punishment. My eternity."
Kuragami's fingers tightened around his sword. "So what?"
Belphegor grinned, revealing teeth sharpened from endless battle.
"You can't kill me."
Kuragami wiped the blood from his lips. "I don't need to."
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The Forgotten Sword's True Nature – The Blade That Defies Fate
Kuragami stood. His body screamed in pain, but his eyes remained cold.
He didn't need to kill Belphegor.
He needed to break the cycle.
Kuragami closed his eyes—and reached deep into his own existence.
The Forgotten Sword pulsed.
Not as a weapon.
But as a key.
Belphegor lunged—chains snapping, blade falling—
But Kuragami didn't move.
The moment the chains touched him—everything changed.
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Breaking the Cycle – The Power of the Forgotten One
The battlefield froze.
The screaming warriors vanished.
The sky turned white—blank, endless, unknown.
Belphegor stumbled back, his form flickering, as if his very existence was being erased.
Kuragami opened his eyes, and for the first time, Belphegor saw fear.
Kuragami was not a demon.
He was not a warrior.
He was something forgotten.
Something that existed before war. Before violence. Before gods and demons.
"You are not immortal," Kuragami said, his voice an echo of something far greater.
"You are just another name on my blade."
SLASH.
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Belphegor Falls – And The Battlefield Shatters
Belphegor's chains shattered.
His body collapsed, no blood, no wounds—just complete erasure.
The battlefield crumbled, its reality breaking apart like glass.
For the first time in eternity—there was silence.
Kuragami stood alone.
He had done what no god, no demon, no warlord had ever done.
He had erased violence itself.
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Aftermath – The First Step Toward the Throne
Kuragami returned. After 5 months to the forest of hell
The Forest of Hell burned with unholy fire, but he ignored it.
Alexandra's daughter stood there, her body trembling, her eyes no longer filled with weakness—but something else.
Kuragami met the gaze of the mysterious being.
"She survived?" Kuragami asked.
The being smirked. "She didn't just survive."
Kuragami turned to Alexandra's daughter—and what he saw made even him pause.
Her eyes were no longer normal.
They were just like his.
Something had changed.
Something had awakened.