From Demon Slayer to the Multiverse: The Ultimate Exploiter

In a bar located in Shibuya, Tokyo, Li Yuanshan—who habitually introduced himself as "Mr. Li"—set down his sake cup with a tipsy sway. The alcohol was starting to affect him.

To others, drinking in a dangerous mission world might seem reckless, even foolish. But Li Yuanshan had long grown accustomed to such a lifestyle.

Death was inevitable—whether for himself, a "Messenger of Death," or for those foolish enough to still dream of clearing the Game of Fate. The first lesson he learned upon joining the Messengers of Death was simple: everyone dies.

At first, he feared death. Now, it was merely a return to the inevitable homeland.

In every mission, he indulged freely. Even those selected for the elite Red Spirits Division lived less lavishly than he did, or so he believed.

He considered visiting the woman captured earlier that day. The new Star Religious Group was a playground for him, providing everything he could want.

Their disdain for ordinary humans meant even a newcomer like him, simply by being a jujutsu sorcerer with a technique, could have free rein.

"Tsk. Makes me almost not want to cooperate with those Red Spirit fools in killing our great leader," he sneered, slightly inebriated.

"How many times have we killed Suguru Geto now? Ten? Fifteen? Still no Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique. Those idiots should give up already."

Thud, thud, thud.

Heavy footsteps ascended to the second floor. He noticed the side rooms were open, but no cult members were inside. Frowning, he glanced toward his own room at the hallway's end—the door was shut tight.

"That woman's mine," he growled. "No one else touches her!"

Stomping to the door, he yanked it open.

Crash!

The wooden door swung aside, revealing not the debauchery he expected, but a man seated cross-legged on a tatami mat.

The man wore a brown trench coat and had a towering frame. Even sitting down, his presence loomed large, pressing down on Li Yuanshan.

"Mr. Li?" the stranger greeted, voice calm but unsettling.

Li Yuanshan didn't enter immediately. His eyes scanned the room, finding no one else present.

"Who are you? Don't you know this is Star Religious Group territory?"

The man's silent observation unnerved him.

"You don't recognize me?" the stranger asked with dark amusement.

Li Yuanshan frowned, scratching his head as though searching his memory. Despite the sharp pain of clawing at his scalp, recognition eluded him.

Though he'd survived many missions, Li Yuanshan's rank had never risen beyond D-grade. He barely earned enough attribute points to awaken a Born Technique by sheer luck, entering the Black-Iron tier. His cursed energy was minimal, just enough to activate his technique.

Sizing up the man, he forced the pain to focus his cursed energy. Slowly, dark smoke coiled around his hands.

"Like I'd know who you are, you fool!"

Gripping the doorframe for leverage, he lunged at the stranger, smoke-covered hands aiming directly for his target.

Born Technique: Sin of Desire!

Li Yuanshan's technique had once earned praise from a superior as a formidable ability. A touch would enslave victims to their desires, driving them mad.

Seeing the man remain motionless, seemingly frozen in fear, Li Yuanshan grinned wickedly, his hand poised to strike.

Suddenly, he froze mid-motion. A cold hand gripped his neck from behind, icy tendrils spreading through his body.

Struggling, he tried to channel cursed energy while twisting his neck to see who had seized him.

A pale woman in a white priestess robe stood behind him, her aura of twisted cursed energy biting into his skin.

The man on the tatami rose slowly, towering over the room's low ceiling. His forward-leaning posture made him look like a villain poised to strike.

"You don't remember me?" The man's hand pressed against Li Yuanshan's face, his grip tightening as memories of brutalized women and children flashed in his mind.

"I'm the Exploiter," he hissed. "Weren't you planning to kill me in this world? How could you not recognize me?"

Hearing the title, Li Yuanshan's heart raced in fear. He recalled vague warnings from the Red Spirit faction about a Exploiter potentially joining the cult.

But he had dismissed the threat, too absorbed in drinking to care about what seemed like a trivial matter.

Crack.

Li Yuanshan's face collapsed inward with a sickening crunch, agony searing his nerves. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to resist the overwhelming force pinning him down.

"No… no…" he gasped. "Ask me… something. Anything… please…"

The Exploiter loosened his grip slightly, voice cold.

"Who's leading the Messengers of Death within Star Religious Group?"

Li Yuanshan hesitated, prompting the hand to tighten again. He cried out desperately:

"Cao Qi! It's Mr. Cao!"

Snap!

The Exploiter's patience waned. The self-proclaimed "Messengers of Death" reveled in tormenting the weak, yet possessed none of the strength their titles implied. They relied on cowardly tactics to secure power.

Now, in this world, the Exploiter found satisfaction in eradicating them without restraint or legal consequence.

Even the ominous spirit Tamamo-no-Mae turned slightly, watching the human steeped in dark emotions—his cursed energy surging ominously.

[Mission Progress Updated: Dark Seed Detection]

[Enemy within Star Religious Group eliminated. Task progress: +20%.]

[Kill Score Updated: +1.]

[Player UD387654221 eliminated. Choose to extract Destiny Points, items, or abilities.]

The system's notifications broke the Exploiter's dark reverie. Since Born Techniques were soul-bound and ineligible for extraction, he opted to draw Destiny Points instead.

Given Li Yuanshan's weakness, it was unlikely any valuable items or abilities could be obtained.

[Extracting 60% of available Destiny Points…]

[Destiny Points Acquired: 1680.]