Demon Slayer Corps: A God-Raising Plan

On the first day after you transmigrated, a demon scared you into fleeing in a panic. After a passing owl big brother saved you, you decided to lie low at the Butterfly Mansion, living off the house until you died.

A month after you transmigrated, you worked up the courage to reveal what would happen in the future. Your late-arriving golden finger finally came through, and the rewards for completing missions dazzled you.

A year after you transmigrated, you maxed out healing and defense. As long as someone still had a breath in them, you could bring them back. As long as you could keep a demon occupied, you were confident you could wear it down until dawn.

Who knows how many years after you transmigrated, you shouted, "I'm done being human, Muzan!" Then you invited Kibutsuji Muzan, who looked as if he had just seen ten Yoriichis, to come bask in the sun with you.

There has always been a rumor in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Member A lowered their voice. "I heard there's a deity among us."

Member B nodded repeatedly. "I know about that. They say she knows the future and can bring the dead back to life. The healing medicine we use is made by the deity herself."

Member C sounded rather boastful. "I've eaten Sakura's homemade hagi mochi."

Member A refused to be outdone. "Sakura personally reattached my severed arm!"

Member D timidly joined in. "I think Sakura and the Wind Hashira are closest. Once Sakura got angry, and the Wind Hashira didn't even dare talk back."

"Isn't it the Water Hashira? I often run into the two of them eating salmon and radish outside. I never knew the Water Hashira could smile."

"It has to be the Flame Hashira. They write to each other all the time, and the gifts they've exchanged would stack this high!"

"If you ask me, it's the Mist Hashira. When Sakura first rescued him, he used to call her 'big sister,' but now he calls her by her name... You know what that means."

You, the center of all this gossip, have no idea it's happening. As the saying goes, a support who doesn't want to be the main carry isn't a good healer. You thoughtfully turn your gaze to the attack stats.

Reader's Guide:

Written entirely in the second person

Characters do not stay dead

Love rivals, yes

Character growth, yes

Any OOC is my responsibility

Slow burn, with lots of flashbacks and inner monologue

A note: The first three chapters may be a little over the top, but it gets better afterward. If you're interested, give the later chapters a try~

Theme: Never give up hope, no matter the circumstances