Only I Know the Plot of the Anime World - Chapter 75

Fang Bo and his companions finally reached their destination by jumping out of the old four-wheeled carriage.

“This ride was really uncomfortable,” muttered the Cursed Sorcerer, rubbing his sore backside. He missed his convertible sports car back home.

Even in the dangerous world of jujutsu, Ali remained a rich kid. This may have contributed to his strong sense of justice. Having never tasted the bitterness of life, he viewed the world with a certain gentleness unrelated to his encounters with danger.

“Thank you,” Fang Bo said, thanking the driver before jumping off the carriage and gazing at the Infinity Train undergoing repairs at the station.

Using his considerable charm, he quickly learned from the staff when the train would resume operations.

Learning it would be at noon the next day, Darren frowned. This meant they would likely have to stay in a nearby town overnight.

The saying goes, “the longer the night, the more dreams.” Darren, with his extensive mission experience, sensed danger.

“Be cautious,” he warned as they left the station. “We’ve leveraged too many external forces. The space might try to adjust the mission’s difficulty.”

His words left the two newer Reincarnators confused, especially Fang Bo. He had borrowed the strength of story characters before without significant issues.

Seeing their confusion, Darren paused before explaining, “There are two ways to leverage those NPCs’ strength.”

“First, borrowing momentum, which doesn’t usually alter the mission.”

“Second, forcing help, like how you coerced the Insect Pillar to assist with your status and responsibility.”

Though effective, the latter triggered the space’s punishment mechanism, subtly increasing the mission’s difficulty.

“In simpler terms, the first is a demonstration of wisdom, the second a loophole in the system, which naturally incurs consequences.”

Listening to this, Fang Bo recalled his past actions, realizing that he had leveraged the plot’s inertia to seek help in previous worlds.

This time was different. Speaking, Butterfly Shinobu and the Infinity Train wouldn’t typically intersect.

With the toxin research and the request from the Tenth Pillar, she might have acted.

After all, news about the Upper Moons and Muzan was plentiful. If they responded to every rumor, the Hashira wouldn’t have time for anything else.

As Darren said, Fang Bo indeed exploited a loophole. He hadn’t even fought a battle to secure her help.

“So, there are many rules here,” he thought, adjusting his understanding of the space.

During missions, leveraging the plot’s power was encouraged, but must follow the rules. If Fang Bo weren’t a Pillar, Butterfly Shinobu wouldn’t respond to an unverified message.

Requesting her help would trigger a series of tasks, which, once completed, would lead to the current scenario.

In summary: leverage, don’t cheat.

Using the Blue Spider Lily to lure Muzan was acceptable, showcasing the Reincarnators’ wisdom. Revealing Muzan’s background was fine, but coercing all Hashira without solid evidence would trigger numerous “accidents.”

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Fang Bo asked, “How much balance are we talking? They won’t throw another Upper Moon at us, right?”

“Not that extreme,” Darren said, reminiscing about past missions. “Just some extra trouble, like attacks that shouldn’t have happened.”

“That’s a relief.”

With his foresight, Fang Bo remained at an advantage as long as the balance wasn’t forced.

The space’s arrangements adhered to basic logic, so it came down to who better utilized the plot’s power.

He reminded himself not to trigger countermeasures easily but not shy away if a good opportunity arose.

If Darren’s guess were correct, tonight would be a great test.

While the two discussed space mechanics, Ali, looking hesitant, turned to his companions with a severe expression.

“Calling them NPCs isn’t fair. They’re more than that.”

Fang Bo smiled wryly, unsure how to explain. Without knowing Ali’s background, one might think of him as odd.

Fortunately, Darren was understanding. Though he frowned, he nodded to show that he understood.

Seeing Ali didn’t explain further, Fang Bo didn’t pry. As temporary teammates, they only needed to cooperate, not form deep bonds.

Soon, they arrived at a quaint livestock town, the air thick with the smell of animal waste.

From the moment they entered, the sorcerer from Jujutsu High was frowning, wishing they could stay at the station instead.

Despite his discomfort, Ali pinched his nose and followed them into the inn, wary of any potential danger.

“Boss,” Fang Bo said, handing over their stipend. “One large room for us.”

“One room?” The innkeeper was puzzled.

His eyes shifted between the three men, and his face turned strange as he took the money. He hurried up the stairs, seemingly anxious.

Quickly, the room was set, and the trio waited for nightfall.

Fang Bo took out a trinket from Zenitsu, practicing his hypnosis technique with nothing else to do.

Watching the swinging object, his teammates curiously leaned in.

“Are you practicing hypnosis?” Darren asked, looking puzzled.

“Yes,” Fang Bo nodded, continuing to swing the trinket.

He wasn’t playing but trying to resonate with his spiritual power.

Previously, his hypnosis had been effective enough to be a displayed skill, proving its potential.

If not for their contract, he might have practiced on his teammates.

“That’s too basic,” Darren interrupted, tossing a small book. “Follow these methods. They’re much more effective.”

Though chided, Fang Bo didn’t mind. Darren was just blunt by nature.

And besides, the book was valuable.

“Basic Illusion Techniques?” Fang Bo’s eyes lit up.

He almost forgot Darren had survived the Naruto world, where illusions were his specialty.

In the Black Cat Brigade, Zenitsu taught him basic hypnosis. At most, he could hold an enemy for a second or two.

However, illusions were different, and they were a high-level form of forced hypnosis with versatile applications.

“Maybe I should delve into illusions.”

He could explore puppetry and illusions if he ever reached the Naruto world.

With powerful illusions flashing through his mind, Fang Bo studied the booklet.

Focused research made the time fly, and soon night fell.

Tired of waiting in the room, they decided to have dinner outside, anticipating what space would throw at them.

“I wonder if they have steaks. I need protein,” Ali mused, still pinching his nose.

On the town’s outskirts, a black fog slowly spread.

It was a darkness so deep it devoured the very shadows.

A drunk man stumbled along, muttering incoherently, swaying towards home.

But he noticed the lights dimming, even the moon disappearing.

“What the hell is…”

Before he could react, he saw a young boy with blue-patterned skin.

The boy’s blue irises stared coldly at him, with kanji etched into them.

“Lower… Six?”

“What nonsense is this, kid? Do you kno—”

The drunk tried to curse, but his head was already in the boy’s hands.

Opening his mouth, the boy bit off the man’s face, chewing briefly before spitting it out.

“Disgusting human.”

Tossing the mangled head aside, the boy looked towards the town, his bloodied mouth curling into a grin.

“Muzan-sama has given a death order. Tonight, you all die. No one escapes the darkness.”

Raising his hands, the black fog surged, engulfing the town.

Blood Demon Art: Shadow Annihilation!

In an instant, the entire town plunged into darkness.

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