Chapter 330

"Could this be…?"

He gradually grew wary inside.

"Did you notice?"

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro lifted his gaze to see Luo En, sitting across from them, propping his chin on one hand, smiling as he watched the three.

Tanjiro asked him seriously: "Mr. Luo En, do you know something?"

"Just now, you were all struck by the demon's Blood Demon Art and plunged into the Dream World…"

Luo En began to speak, but didn't finish.

A girl suddenly rushed forward, short blade in hand, teeth clenched as she stabbed toward Tanjiro.

Tanjiro narrowed his eyes and seized her wrist in one motion.

He looked closely.

It was human—not a demon.

"Why can you escape from the dream?! Why won't you just sleep peacefully? I—I want to have a beautiful dream too!"

The girl screamed at Tanjiro, tears streaming down her face.

Tanjiro's face was filled with shock and confusion.

Zenitsu couldn't help scratching his head: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Several other boys and girls also approached with weapons in hand, their expressions uneasy and anxious.

"Why are you attacking us? Are these people our enemies?"

Inosuke frowned.

"No, I don't know either."

Tanjiro was just as bewildered.

Luo En took a sip of tea and said calmly: "They were lured by the Lower Moon One's Nightmare Dream into believing in beautiful dreams, which is why they're attacking you—no, us."

"Lower Moon One?!"

Zenitsu's voice shot up sharply.

Tanjiro's expression also stiffened.

"We—we have to complete our mission!"

The boys and girls charged toward them; Tanjiro didn't hesitate for a moment and knocked them all unconscious in an instant.

"I smelled it—the demon's scent… Mr. Luo En, please protect these people. Zenitsu, Inosuke, let's go!"

Saying this, Tanjiro drew his Nichirin Blade and sprinted off in one direction.

"Don't order me around!"

Inosuke shouted, drew both his swords, and followed after him.

"Huh?! Do I have to go too?!"

Zenitsu grumbled but still followed.

After the three left the carriage.

Nezuko, her form shrunken, bit down on a bamboo tube and crawled out of the box, glancing around in confusion.

Luo En smiled and extended his hand toward her: "Over here."

Nezuko saw him, her eyes brightening slightly, then crawled onto the seat beside him, resting her head on his lap and enjoying his gentle head pats.

Luo En checked the effect of the Perfect Human Transformation Elixir inside his system inventory.

After injecting this elixir, any demon, even the Demon Lord Muzan Kibutsuji, would fully revert to human form within three days.

If I used this elixir on Nezuko now, she could return to being human…

"I've already gathered enough check-in points to reach the next world. I might as well leave this world as soon as possible…"

Luo En stroked her head as he pondered silently.

Earlier, since he didn't know how to leave this world, he'd decided to find something to do.

Now that he'd found a way out and met the required conditions, Luo En had no intention of lingering any longer.

He planned to speed things up.

…………

Tanjiro and the others climbed onto the roof and saw the Lower Moon One, kneeling on the ground, his body writhing and shifting uncontrollably.

"This guy is the Lower Moon One…"

Tanjiro gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, not daring to let his guard down.

"Tanjiro, this guy's condition seems strange."

Inosuke said, puzzled.

Tanjiro stared closely.

There, the writhing, deforming Nightmare Dream knelt on the ground, clutching his face with both hands, pupils shrinking rapidly, his face twisted in terror, and the dozen mouths growing across his body screaming in pure dread.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible…"

"Eeeeh!! So terrifying!!"

Zenitsu shrank behind the other two in terror.

Though Tanjiro didn't understand what was happening, he knew exactly what he had to do now.

Water Breathing, Tenth Form.

Continuous Flow!

His body surged like a water dragon, wrapped in flowing currents, spinning as he slashed toward the Nightmare Dream.

One strike—his head severed.

But its body did not vanish despite having its head severed.

On the contrary, this strike from Tanjiro pulled it out of the abyss of fear, restoring a sliver of reason.

"Not dead?!"

In the stunned, pale gazes of the three.

From beneath Enmu's severed head, grotesque masses of flesh sprouted, giving it a boneless form.

In the stunned gazes of the three, Enmu revealed the secret of the Infinite Train.

"Wohohoho, that expression is perfect. To thank you for awakening me from the abyss of fear, I'll tell you—why can't I die even after my head is cut off?"

"The reason is obvious: that isn't my true body at all. This is merely shaped like a head—it's not a real head."

"My true body… has long since merged with this Infinite Train… This train is my blood, my flesh, and my bone."

"!!"

Tanjiro and the other two turned pale with horror.

"So… everyone on this train is in danger?!"

Shinobu trembled as he spoke, his voice shaking with panic.

"You're right. Everyone on this train is my bait… and my hostages." Enmu's head gazed at them, wearing a twisted smile: "Can you protect them?"

"Damn it!"

Tanjiro clenched his teeth, staring at it with unyielding fury.

Meanwhile.

Within all eight carriages of the Infinite Train, vast quantities of writhing flesh appeared, gradually sprouting fangs like monstrous, gaping mouths, opening toward the unconscious and sleeping passengers seated below.

In the carriage where Luo En and Nezuko were, numerous grotesque, alien masses of flesh writhed along the walls, ceiling, and floor, stretching out twisted, ghostly hands toward the seated passengers.

38, Frozen Train, Upper Moon Three

Though Nezuko did not understand what was happening, the aura emanating from those flesh masses stirred within her a primal, demonic malice.

Several ghostly hands reached for the unconscious passengers.

She remembered Tanjiro's words—telling her to protect humans—and was about to strike the ghostly hands when Luo En placed a hand on her.

"I'll handle it."

Nezuko looked at him.

Luo En raised his finger, and a brilliant ice-blue light bloomed at its tip; an ice-blue ripple spread from his fingertip, sweeping across the entire speeding train in an instant.

In all eight carriages, the grotesque flesh masses about to attack the passengers froze instantly, their forms solidifying into ice at a visible rate.

Extreme cold surged toward the ceiling.

In the stunned, frozen gazes of Tanjiro and the other two.