I sat on the pile of dead bodies that I had spent the past few hours creating, licking the human blood off my sword.

It was unfortunate really, for the people of this world that is.

I mean, I had just strived for perfection, but everyone and everything had tried to get in the way once again.

Like, why couldn’t they just let me strive to become a perfect being in peace?

Sure, I had become a demon in the world of Demon Slayer, but it wasn’t like there was any other way to become a perfect being.

I had already tried out 5 other worlds, and every single time, I had been able to take one piece of perfection with me.

And now, I was finally done with this Demon Slayer world, my 6th world.

‘Such a beautiful tragedy.’

Looking at the scene in front of me, I could only think that it was a fitting ending to my quest in this world.

It was about time that I would be taken to the next one anyways.

“BANG!”

Welp, that was the sound of the start of my transmigration.

…

“Yo Luna, you’re back!”

“Yeah yeah, just take me to the next world, you already know what I want.”

“Do you have to be so cold? It’s our first time seeing each other again after 200 years!”

“And your stinking face better be a memory in the next minute.”

“So mean…”

Looking up at the god in front of me, I couldn’t help but sigh.

After all, he had set me off on this journey on his own whims, after seeing my “peculiar” obsession.

So, in a relationship where we both benefitted, I was continuously sent to different worlds, trying to become the perfect human by taking one thing with me from each world, whilst he would watch my adventure, which gave him a mini TV series if you could call it that.

I had already gotten what I needed in the Demon Slayer world, so it was only normal that I would leave and be taken to another world.

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“What’s the next world?” I asked, truly curious, as to prepare some plans whilst still in this space where time didn’t flow.

“A surprise~!”

“Why did I even ask?”

“Because you have for the past 6 times?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s become a habit by now, well, you know what power I want to keep this time around, right?”

“Demonic Body.”

“Exactly, and your equal and equivalent exchange?”

“My memories of the specifics of every single reincarnation thus far. I’ll still remember that I did them, and I’ll still remember how to use the powers, I just won’t remember the specifics.”

“Hmm… oddly specific, but it is equivalent, so I’ll approve it… Goodbye!”

Then, nothing.

…

Waking up in a child’s body, I couldn’t help but start to shiver from the cold.

After all, I was currently in a hard-ass bed with only a blanket full of holes covering my body.

And then, I just continued to lay there, as I absorbed all the memories of this child.

Yeah, I just lay there, not moving.

No, this wasn’t because of the pain, because there was none to be felt in the first place.

I had given up my sense of pain after the first transmigration after all.

And no, it wasn’t because I was busy sorting the new memories that I had just received.

They sorted themselves.

I was laying on the bed unmoving, because…

…the caretaker was there.

I was a child in an orphanage, and bedtime had already passed an hour ago.

If I was caught awake…

…who knows what could happen?

Well, I would get scolded, but that would just be a pain in the ass.

Anyways, I just really didn’t want any trouble as soon as I arrived.

I had already figured out the world, so I knew that I was going to face too much trouble in the future.

So I should enjoy the peace and quiet that came with being a kid… for now.

Which is exactly why, right after the caretaker left, I got out of bed and snuck out of the room.

Great life choices, right?

Running into the snow covered courtyard with only my thin pajamas on, I quickly sat on a bench so that my bare feet wouldn’t get frostbite so soon.

I mean, I probably wouldn’t get frostbite anyways because of my demonic body, but it was better to be safe rather than sorry.

Then, after studying my body for a little bit, truly making sure that the demonic body was actually working, I then ran over to a little corner of the courtyard of the orphanage, looking to open up the box that was hidden behind one of the bricks in the wall there.

The body that I had inhabited, the body of this little boy, had found this “secret” a few days earlier, but had been such a wimp that he had been too afraid to open the box.

But I definitely would.

Because I could already guess what was in the box, as the boy had experienced some, “interesting phenomena” after touching the box.

And so, I opened the box, and let a horcrux of Voldemort possess my body.