[Demon Slayer] Little E Doesn't Want to Become a Christmas Present

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As dawn broke and the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds to shine over the ruins, the war of the Reckoners on the continent had already ended on its own.

The dagger that caused the seventh wound pierced An Ke's abdomen. The next turn of the sunwheel had begun.

"I wouldn't even call it a corpse, much less a keepsake, but I'll mail it to you in Zurich. Think of it as a Christmas present."

[One Reckoning: You were killed by a great enemy, and your body was left in pieces.]

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Death swallowed his life, but the power of the turning wheel awakened him in the sixth layer of history.

The huge hole in An Ke's head was pouring blood, and a hideous-looking ghoul was staring at him hungrily.

He had to move, pick up the knife on the ground, and send it on its way.

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Being a ghost isn't too bad...

Couldn't be more wrong!

The rich, sweet chocolate hit his stomach and churned before its poor victim threw it right back up!

The worst thing An Ke had to accept had finally happened: ghosts couldn't eat human food.

This was a serious problem.

He'd grown up in Britain, sure, but that didn't mean he was going to defend British food, okay?

Fine.

Just as An Ke couldn't stand Tanjiro eating that rice ball every day, he couldn't stand eating people and drinking blood all day either. Compared to eating people, he'd rather eat British food...

Never mind. That's too extreme a vow. Maybe he should just eat people...

A story about an exile's ascension. The protagonist doesn't eat people. He ascends as a human.

The blurb has been heavily revised, but the basic idea hasn't changed. This bird's blurb was just badly written...

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Perhaps she shouldn't have taken this job. It could bring her a heap of trouble, but Count Yannings was paying an awful lot.

Finding the body of the exile he followed was no easy task, Baros thought.

Her followers intercepted a letter sent to Zurich by Connie Li of the Anti-Containment Bureau, along with that Christmas present.

British government officials and the Anti-Containment Bureau had set their sights on her like rabid dogs on prey, and the cult's London headquarters had suffered a devastating attack as a result...

Damn you, Yannings.

"You've caused me a huge problem! You never told me the other party to this job was Percy Stiles!"

When Yannings received the letter and realized it was all a huge misunderstanding, the cult leader was already behind bars and would never know.

Damn you, Yannings!

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Gotham's weather was always dreary and rainy, reminding her of home.

[I remember what happened. I remember who I am. Those dreams gave me something I must do.]

Recruit followers, study documents, listen to the Radiant One's teachings, deal with irritating hunters, beat the tar out of opponents with something wrong in their heads, and take her devoted Winter followers on a spring outing to Gotham Cemetery.

She had a real knack for enjoying life.

Life was fairly peaceful. It would be even better if her newly adopted little bird stopped causing trouble.

May 1, 2025

Theme: Always seek freedom while in exile, and keep climbing higher