"Ugh——"
For Sarapollo, time undoubtedly stretched into an eternity.
Countless tentacle-like appendages, as if alive, pierced her skin, burrowed into her muscles, and surged through her body, using her torso like a disposable toy.
Simultaneously, over three thousand times the normal sensory input flooded her brain.
Three thousand times the sensitivity!
While in the world of Demon Slayer, female ninjas often emerge unscathed after such torture, in reality, this concept is utterly terrifying.
A gentle touch on the fingertips would feel like a hammer smashing the fingers; blood flowing through veins would feel like barbed wire tearing through them; breathing would feel like a rolling pin being shoved down the throat... All perception would distort.
Not to mention, being instantly filled by tentacles designed to torment Demon Slayers, bursting every orifice from within.
Such agony is beyond the comprehension of those who haven't experienced it.
Even after resurrecting, someone as mentally resilient as Sarapollo collapsed to the ground, vomiting violently, her body limp.
Fujimiya Makoto knew that compared to temporary failure, this mental torment would leave a far deeper impression.
"You can't move with just this?"
"If you don't attack, I will."
"The weak will be raped."
"Someone like you should understand that, right?"
He gradually increased the psychological pressure on Sarapollo.
However, even Fujimiya didn't expect what happened next.
The moment he uttered the word "raped," Sarapollo's body tensed. Her crouched form sprang up, landing on all fours like a beast, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Fujimiya.
No rape!
Never again!
Absolutely not!
The memory of that "ultimate death" under three thousand times the sensitivity triggered a surge of fear within Sarapollo.
Kill him!!!
Then escape this nightmare.
In that moment, both consciousnesses within her body united in this single will.
Noticing her feral gaze, Fujimiya's eyes narrowed.
"No rape!!!"
Sarapollo screamed like a mad dog, her body shooting forward, creating a sonic boom.
Fujimiya's pupils contracted.
Despite losing a third of her spiritual pressure, how could she still move so fast?!
"Boom——"
Blade met bone claws, creating a deafening explosion.
Fujimiya slid back ten meters, his feet leaving deep grooves in the ground. Sarapollo's entire body pressed against his blade.
"Bang!"
Fujimiya flipped his blade, sending Sarapollo flying. She crashed to the ground, rolling helplessly.
Such power!
What's happening?!
Fujimiya's mind raced, but he remained alert, blade raised, eyes scanning Sarapollo's body.
He immediately noticed something abnormal.
Sarapollo's petite frame—specifically her limbs—were unnaturally swollen, like inflated balloons, several times thicker than before, her skin tinged purple.
Had she enhanced her strength and speed by altering her body?
How?
"Die, you freak!"
Sarapollo's voice was hoarse.
Being called a freak by a freak was surreal.
Before Fujimiya could respond, Sarapollo spat out a small cloth doll—a pink-haired miniature of herself.
But now, the doll's limbs bore strange "pendants."
Her limbs and spine were adorned with tiny decorations labeled "muscles" and "bones."
Fujimiya's pupils constricted.
This is...
Had she attached these while lying on the ground earlier?
"Heh... heh heh heh..."
Sarapollo's voice was strained, her laughter maniacal as she struggled to stand, her sanity fraying.
"Not enough?"
"Still can't kill you?"
"Then... more!"
As she spoke, more "muscles" were added to the doll.
Simultaneously, Sarapollo's body distorted unnaturally, her chest expanding like a balloon.
Instinctively, Fujimiya reached out:
"Hadou #88: Flying Dragon Strike Thunder Cannon!"
"Cero!"
Two beams collided.
Fujimiya's superior spiritual pressure instantly overwhelmed Sarapollo's Cero.
But in the smoke, she vanished.
"Sizzle!"
A dark pink blur shot from the smoke, streamlined and deadly.
In the next moment, Sarapollo's doubled-sized body lunged at Fujimiya, her mouth extending into beast-like fangs.
Fujimiya's blade spun, clashing with her fangs, creating a screeching sound.
He calmly sliced, then lunged, his foot stomping the ground, leaving a deep imprint. His calves exploded with power, his entire body colliding with hers.
"Boom——"
Sarapollo's massive form crumpled under the spiritual pressure gap, crashing into the wall like a bouncing ball.
Fujimiya was faster, his bone-strike burying her entire body in the wall.
"Damn... damn..."
Sarapollo coughed blood, her chest caved in:
"How dare you... humiliate me!"
"No."
Fujimiya's voice was calm:
"This is simply the true gap in our strength when our spiritual pressures are equal."
Sarapollo fell silent, her mind clearing momentarily.
This can't continue.
She could feel her spiritual pressure dwindling after each death.
Clearly, in his domain, this advantaged opponent would exploit every edge to kill her.
Even if not killed, she'd be...
Sarapollo shuddered.
Her mind raced like never before.
Researchers, monsters, test subjects, drugs...
Despite the complexity, Sarapollo, a knowledgeable Hollow, knew: every seemingly one-sided power had a hidden path to survival.
It's part of the "rules."
Then...
Sarapollo's thoughts crystallized.
Though the rules didn't hint, as an "experiment," could she command the monsters under certain conditions?
But what...
Her thoughts paused.
During the tentacle assault, her mind nearly shattered, but she recalled: just before death, the monsters paused for a moment.
And that drug... its potential was immense.
Three thousand times the sensitivity.
If used in battle...
"Gulp."
Sarapollo swallowed hard, recalling the feeling of her body disintegrating.
But...
To kill him...
Do it!
Sarapollo's face contorted.
Her form flickered.
Her petite, exaggerated body darted through space, circling Fujimiya, seeking an opening while maintaining distance.
Fujimiya stood still, watching her performance.
Is she trying to use my body to create a "dominion doll"?
Or...?
He smiled.
In that moment of distraction, Sarapollo appeared behind him, reaching for his hair.
A large hand grabbed her wrist.
Sarapollo froze.
Before she could struggle, a pink syringe appeared in Fujimiya's other hand.
"You never learn."
"Miss Sarapollo..."
Fujimiya's voice was low.
Sarapollo's eyes widened in horror:
"No! Don't!"
But the drug was injected.
The familiar three thousand times sensitivity kicked in.
Yet, as the drug took effect, Sarapollo pulled away from Fujimiya.
A smile crept onto her face.
"Fool..."
"I lied."
Her voice strained, suppressing the drug's effects, her smile twisted.
"This level of sensitivity? I just need to sever the sensory nerves connected to my brain to block it."
"Did you think I'd fall for the same trick twice?"
"Really?"
Fujimiya stood calmly, smiling:
"Why not look in the mirror? See your current state?"
Sarapollo paused, glancing at the silver wall.
She saw a flushed, pink-haired beauty.
"Three thousand times sensitivity affects the entire body."
"If severing nerves worked..."
"Demon Slayers wouldn't always end up like that with monsters."
Fujimiya sighed, pitying the poor Demon Slayers.
Then, he vanished.
'Left.'
The extreme sensitivity allowed Sarapollo to sense his direction—but her body couldn't react.
"Bang——"
A kick sent her flying, his blade severing her arm.
Her wings deployed, releasing black mist, but Fujimiya grabbed her collar, slamming her into the wall.
They moved too fast for the mist to catch up.
Finally, Sarapollo's head was buried in the ground.
"Pfft!"
She coughed blood.
No use.
Though she sensed his moves, her body couldn't keep up.
But...
Sarapollo's eyes fixed on the passage ahead.
The black tentacles, like those at the end of her initial escape, blocked their path.
This is the way out!
Before Sarapollo could react, Fujimiya's blade stabbed downward, aiming for her heart.
But...
"Boom——"
Her lower body exploded, blood propelling her upper body into the tentacle wall, creating a dull thud.
Fujimiya's blade stabbed the ground.
He noticed her move, then turned to the tentacle wall, puzzled.
Is she... seeking death?
"Sizzle!"
As expected, the tentacles, sensing living flesh, surged toward Sarapollo's remains.
In an instant, her body was engulfed.
Yet, her face remained maniacally smiling.
"Come on! All of you!"
As she'd felt before, the tentacles responded to her will upon contact.
But this influence...
Came at the cost of her flesh.
Sarapollo felt the tentacles transforming her into another form of life!
Monsters, experiments, Demon Slayers, hybrids...
Is this a life-level transformation?
She ignored her senses, this thought dominating her mind.
What would she become?
The moment she thought it, the tentacles consuming her stopped.
Then, black smoke poured into her body, twisting her into a grotesque shape.
Fujimiya stared, stunned.
As the smoke cleared, Sarapollo reappeared.
Her once fair skin was now gray-black, her eyes crimson.
Sarapollo examined herself, whispering:
"So this is it?"
"Two life forms merging... creating a perfect form..."
"Is this the right path?"
She seemed entranced, her voice excited.
As for rape?
What about it?!
If this led to perfection, she'd embrace it!
Sarapollo turned to Fujimiya, cackling:
"With this power, killing you will be easy..."
But before she finished, Fujimiya smirked:
"Walking into a trap."
Sarapollo froze.
Then, Fujimiya gestured.
"Crackle——"
The monster components within her twisted, rotating her body 720 degrees.
Blood sprayed, corroding the silver floor.
Sarapollo collapsed, eyes blank.
Fujimiya sighed:
"The monsters you fused with obey my commands."
Character: Demon Slayer Sarapollo
Death Count: 1
2 → 1
Massive spiritual pressure flooded his body.
Seeing Sarapollo's state, Fujimiya knew his mental assault was now ineffective.
Someone this resilient could only be defeated through brute force.
As Sarapollo resurrected, Fujimiya lunged, blade in hand.
Decapitation.