I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 62 Selection Ends

In fact, most of the demons captured by the Demon Slayer Corps and brought to Fujikasane Mountain are relatively weak, making them perfect for training new recruits.

There aren't many demons like the Hand Demon that grow stronger by consuming a large number of their own kind; such coincidences are difficult for the Demon Slayer Corps to foresee.

On the second day of the final selection, Makomo woke up, but her legs were temporarily unable to move due to injury.

During the demon-hunting expedition in Tengxi Mountain, Chu Yang carried her on his back the whole time.

But even with an extra person on his back, it did not affect his movements at all.

Only then did Makomo realize how powerful Chu Yang was.

Fighting a ghost alone is completely different from fighting a ghost while carrying someone on your back.

This proves that Chu Yang's strength is on a completely different level from the ghosts in this mountain and the young swordsmen who participated in the selection.

On the seventh day, Chu Yang led Zhen Gu down the mountain.

Upon reaching the torii gate halfway up the mountain, he discovered that there were far more people returning than he had anticipated.

Most of the swordsmen who participated in the selection survived, all thanks to Chu Yang. However, many of those who survived chose to leave, also because of Chu Yang.

Most of the powerful ghosts died at Chu Yang's hands, so these seven days were more like ordinary wilderness survival for them.

Many of them had personally witnessed Chu Yang's brutal killing of ghosts.

When they saw this monstrous boy again, everyone's expressions became very complicated.

Fear, terror, awe, and gratitude.

Regardless of the nature of their feelings, their gaze remained fixed on Chu Yang.

Chu Yang didn't care what they thought of him. He was too lazy to even glance at them and walked straight toward the officials who were in charge of the selection.

The young swordsmen made way for him, drawing the attention of the host, who gave Chu Yang a meaningful look.

Chu Yang put Makomo on the ground and said loudly, "Please help me take this girl to the Butterfly House. Her foot is injured and she needs treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a member of "Hidden" stepped forward, took Makomo from Chu Yang's hands, and gave her emergency treatment.

"I heard from them that you almost wiped out all the demons in the mountains by yourself?" The host joked with a half-smile. "Thanks to you, many people passed the trial without getting any training, and the Demon Slayer Corps suddenly received a lot of useless new blood."

Chu Yang sneered and retorted sarcastically, "Most of them will die anyway, but it's better to die later than sooner. Rather than die here in these seven days, they might as well live and take a few more ghosts as their scapegoats before they die."

"To be honest, I don't understand why you're in such a hurry to send these swordsmen with little combat experience here to die. It's less of a selection process and more like feeding those ghosts in the mountains."

"This is a stupid and irresponsible selection process."

They could have let the trainers help these newcomers accumulate more experience fighting demons, but they never do that. Instead, they insist on having those novices who only know breathing techniques do some kind of extreme survival exercise.

You should gain more practical experience before you start!

Chu Yang's dangerous remarks made the host's expression change, because the final selection is a tradition passed down by the successive heads of the Demon Slayer Corps, and his words were undoubtedly a direct attack on the Ubuyashiki clan.

He warned Chu Yang with a hostile expression, "Didn't your trainer tell you that you can't just say whatever you want?"

"Every demon in Fujikasa Mountain was personally captured by us after we confirmed that they were suitable for beginners to fight. If they can't even get past this hurdle, it just means that they are not strong enough to become a member of the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Heh~" Chu Yang's lips curled up, mimicking his previous half-smile, and said, "There's a ghost in there that ate fifty of its own kind in a row, and also ate more than a dozen swordsmen participating in the selection. Guess how strong it is?"

The host was stunned, but looking at Chu Yang's expression, he didn't seem to be lying. If such a ghost really existed, then it would at least be an Otherworldly ghost that could use Blood Demon Arts.

Most of the swordsmen who participated in the selection were indeed feeding this monster.

But then, the host's expression gradually hardened, and he said firmly, "After officially becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, such situations are countless. Most of the time, we are fighting against demons stronger than ourselves."

"It has been like this ever since the birth of demons a thousand years ago; we have no choice..."

His words impressed Chu Yang, and upon reflection, he realized they were indeed true.

For a long time, every member of the Demon Slayer Corps has fought with this resolve.

While he appreciated it, Chu Yang still felt that the final selection method was foolish, as there were clearly better training models available.

After a brief silence, the host did not continue arguing with Chu Yang, but instead addressed the others, saying, "Because the number of survivors this time exceeds the previous average, we did not have enough ore and ravens prepared, so we have canceled your choice."

A clamor arose from the crowd.

"You should all know why you were able to pass the final selection..." The host's cold gaze swept across the crowd, his imposing presence overwhelming everyone, and the murmurs gradually subsided.

"Of course, not everyone will lose their right to choose." The host changed the subject, then looked at Chu Yang, "Given your performance, you can retain your right to choose."

Chu Yang smiled and plunged the massive saber on his back into the ground. The terrifying force caused the ground to tremble, and the crowd shook as well.

"Do you have ore this big?" Chu Yang pointed to the sword and said without any politeness, "If not, I'll take this sword. Nominally, it still belongs to the Demon Slayer Corps."

After the fierce battle at Tengxi Mountain, Chu Yang had a thorough understanding of the weight and size of the saber, and he became increasingly adept at using it. If he were to change it rashly, he would have to spend time getting used to it.

The host surprisingly agreed to Chu Yang's outrageous demands, which surprised Chu Yang, who was prepared for a war of words.

The host responded to Chu Yang's surprise with a single sentence: "This is a privilege for geniuses. The Demon Slayer Corps has only one goal: to kill all demons. To achieve this goal, we will not be stingy with resources."

Just as he finished speaking, the host whistled, and a dark shadow glided across the sky and landed on Chu Yang's shoulder. It was a crow with gray eyes.

"This is your Kasugai crow, responsible for daily communication with the Demon Slayer Corps and transmitting information about demons."

Chu Yang gently stroked the raven on his shoulder; from now on, he would need this little guy to provide information about the location of the ghost.

Thus, the final selection concluded with an unprecedented and astonishing twist.