The Blade of the White Crane

[This story will be going premium on March 9, 2020. There'll be 10,000 words that day!] Coming soon ↓ The Cat Made Me Quit My Job: A Cat-Fearing Bureaucrat and a Cat Let Me Be Beautiful on My Own: An Otherworld Fetishist's White Album Moment Maybe someday ↓ A Hundred Cranes of the Blade: The Whole Family Turns into Demons Warning ↓ The author has recently been obsessed with drawing, spending every day stubbornly experimenting with new coloring techniques in a digital art program. As a result, updates have been pushed back indefinitely, so don't stay up waiting. Just read it in the morning after you wake up. Get some sleep, okay? Hugs. On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, He Xiandeng turned into a demon. It wasn't so bad being a demon. He'd unexpectedly retained his memories from when he was alive, so he perched in a tree, counting on his fingers. I'm an albino anyway, so I couldn't go out in the sun to begin with. I'm allergic to wisteria anyway, and I never liked it in the first place. I was born with a small stomach and a bit of an eating disorder, so I hardly ate anything anyway... Like hell! Halfway through his calculations, he came to a conclusion: Muzan really is a piece of trash. I should just go it alone. After reaching that conclusion and resolving to act on it, He Xiandeng did the thing he would regret most in his life. He was forced to adopt a bunch of little demons and spent every day struggling against his instincts. He Xiandeng: ...Oh no! I'm so hungry! No, I have to resist! Ah! I have to get these little brats out of here, out of here!!!! Have you heard about that demon? The one with white hair and wings, who flies away like a crane. They say he brings children to families who don't have any. A new ghost story seems to be taking shape on the flower-lantern-lit streets. He Xiandeng believed that white cranes liked carrying off children, and that as a crane himself, he should carry children off and give them to people. So when he took his own kids away, two for the price of one... he got robbed. “Evil demon... You must pay for what you've done!” a member of the Demon Slayer Corps shouted, raising a Nichirin Blade at him. He Xiandeng: ??? He Xiandeng: ...Um, I'm just a single dad who's forever fifteen. Demon Slayer Corps: So? The white-robed demon holding a child cried out in despair: “So put the sword down! This kid's about to cry, hurry up!” Demon Slayer Corps: Huh? Later... The demon and the swordsman were forced to crouch on the ground and make faces in unison. All to soothe a crying baby. 1. This is based on a dream I had on the night of September 29, 2019. 2. There are lots of original settings, and most of the timeline has been rearranged. I wrote this story to fulfill my dream. 3. The protagonist may be a little overpowered. I hope you don't mind. 4. I used to update sometime between 5:00 PM and 11:00 PM, but somehow my schedule has slipped past midnight... Sorry, drawing is just so much fun. Theme: I wanted to make things right because there were too many regrets