There was nothing except unbearable pain for Yami Mokubre. He felt like he was being squeezed under extreme hydraulic pressure. He felt as if he were being constantly hammered on an anvil as he writhed in pain. He tried to scream… to groan… to let out miserable cries of pain, but no words came from his mouth.
Yami Mokubre was everything a miserable man could be. He was 28 years of age and worked as a sales manager in a private firm. And what could one expect from a corporate slave? A miserable and exhausting life.
From his childhood, Yami's life had been one of monotony and averageness. He belonged to an average middle-class household and lived a middle-class life. He was neither a genius in studies nor the famous sportsman of the town, nor the notorious bully of the school. Nor was he the handsome playboy. He was just average—average in everything he did.
As mentioned already, he was an average person—be it in studies, sports, or any other extracurricular activities. Continuing his average life, after graduating from college, he found himself employed in a corporate firm.
But in this life of averageness and monotony, there was a source and light of happiness—his parents. His mother and father had loved him dearly. They did not pressure him with unnecessary expectations. Yami had not been pressured into trying to be excellent, in trying to get extraordinary results, or to be an unparalleled sportsman.
His parents had always wished only for Yami to remain happy. They had wanted him to live a content and happy life and nothing more.
But it all came crashing down. His parents had died in a car crash six years earlier, and that episode had left him devastated. The little happiness and joy he had was gone. Yami almost forgot how to smile. He never felt happiness thereafter.
This had been a normal evening for him. He had left work at the usual time, had his usual dinner at the usual place, and had taken the usual route home.
While he was walking on the footpath, sudden screams emerged among the crowd, and this drew Yami's attention. He looked to his side and was shocked at the scene unfolding in front of him. Three people, dressed completely in black from head to toe, were running amok in the crowd. Well, this was not the shocking part.
The shocking part was that each of them was wielding a long dagger in their hands, and with the dagger they were randomly trying to stab people. The sudden attack caused chaos and panic among the pedestrians on the road. It was all mayhem and screams as everyone tried to scurry away to safety.
Yami was fortunate, as the attackers were at a bit of a distance from him. Or so he thought.
He was about to move even further away when he felt a chill down his spine. No, it was not the metaphorical chill but a literal chill. It was a cold metallic sensation. With this sensation came a feeling of immense pain as he felt the presence of a sharp object in his back.
Yami felt all the strength leaving his body, and with great difficulty, he turned his head around, only to see another man dressed in black grinning at him wildly. Yami did not even understand what exactly had happened as he lost consciousness and his life, and he collapsed on the ground.
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Yami did not know how much time had passed, but finally, that unbearable pain had left his body. He could finally feel his body, and he realized that if he wanted, some sound could come out of his throat. Even so, the lingering effect was still present. He still felt the pain in his back, and the memory of the knife stabbing through his back resurfaced in his mind. In response to the painful memory, Yami's eyes snapped open in shock, and his eyes bulged. Even his breathing had turned ragged as his heart pounded against his chest. He took deep breaths and tried to calm his mind. He then looked around his surroundings, trying to analyze and understand his situation. He was yet to think a single thing when an immense amount of pain assaulted his mind.
The pain was uncannily similar to the first time. But this time, it lasted for merely a few seconds, and when Yami opened his eyes, he was in a state of deep shock, pain, and grief. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
The cause of his shock was that he had transmigrated to another body, or probably been reborn into it. Yami could not decide whether he had just arrived in this body or had been reborn with this body and had awakened the memories of his past life just now. Even so, it did not actually matter.
For all the memories of this life felt like his own. Every feeling—from the smallest pain to the happiest moment of his life—felt as if he had experienced it himself. He felt as if he had lived through every bit of emotion that his body had felt.
Now, the world he had arrived in was the infamous world of Demon Slayer.
And yes, to confirm it, Yami had encountered a demon the previous night, or probably many days back, as he had been unconscious.
Yami, which was his name in this life too, had been born in a poor household in rural Japan. He was currently 15 years old. His family comprised his parents and an elder sister. He, along with his family, lived in slight wilderness, where a group of a few households had formed a small village. His father was a blacksmith and a woodcutter. Despite the limited luxuries in their life, Yami and his family were a bunch of joyous people. His parents and his big sister had loved him dearly. His father, mother, and sister were always there for him. Yami would giggle and laugh like the child he was, but all of it came crashing, again.
It all began late at night when a sudden scream jolted Yami from his sleep. The first thing that greeted Yami was the haunting image of a demon with its hands piercing the stomachs of his father and mother. The demon grinned at Yami, and before Yami could even move, the demon swiped its claws, and his big sister, who had been sleeping next to his mother, was killed.
Rage took over Yami as he lunged towards the demon. But to a demon, he was nothing more than an ant. The demon kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying and smashing him against the wall. A wooden construct emerging from the wall pierced his back, and Yami knew no more.
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