Inside the third level of the dream, Enmu and James had rented a room in a hotel to use as their base of operations for the next 43 hours. It had been about two hours in by this point, so now they only had 41 hours left. "This feels incredibly tedious," Enmu told James. "But I don't want to get trapped in limbo. When do we start searching for Nezuko, Mr. Charles?"

"We can try soon," James replied. "The only problem is findin' a way to keep her here for a while until it's time to kill her without any projections she makes comin' after us. I imagine she won't be too keen on the idea of being held hostage and then killed."

"I got an idea," Enmu then replied as he popped off his mouthed hand and then grew a new hand to replace it without a mouth. His hand then crawled to James. "I'm gonna go out and try to find Nezuko myself. You can stay in touch with me through this detached hand. I'll be able to hear you, and you'll be able to speak to me."

"Sounds like a good idea," James nodded. "Good luck out there."

"Thank you," Enmu replied through both his mouth and his hand mouth as he walked out the door, armed with a gun and a knife for protection.

…

38 hours to go.

James patiently waited for a knock on the door as he stayed silent. He had talked to Enmu a few times in the past three hours, but made sure to stay careful and not reveal his true intentions on accident. As he sat on the bed, twiddling his thumbs and awaiting an answer, he heard Enmu's voice from his detached hand. "Hey, Mr. Charles! I got her!"

"You did?!" He quickly jumped up from the bed. "What are you gonna do?!"

"I'm bringing her to the room peacefully," Enmu replied. "I managed to put her to sleep in her own dream, so she'll be out of it until it's time to kill her. I just gotta hope no projections of police officers find me and think I'm kidnapping a girl."

"I mean," James remarked. "Y'all are kidnappin' a girl, so…"

"But this is different," Enmu replied. "Anyway, look, I'll be back in about half an hour or maybe more. I'll do my best to make her look as awake as possible while she's asleep. If I'm not back in an hour, get help."

…

37 hours to go.

Enmu dragged Nezuko into the room by her hair as James opened the door for them. Nezuko yelled at them, "What the fuck?! Let go of me, asshole!"

"She's been complaining the whole way here," Enmu told James. He then turned to Nezuko and told her, "You're staying right here, whether you like it or not."

"We need you to stay alive for 37 hours," James explained to her while he flashed a gun. "After that, we kill you."

"What for?!"

"You're the one dreaming here," Enmu told her, still thinking she was responsible.

"Dreaming?! I'm awa-"

Enmu then cut her off with a gut punch, knocking her to the floor. "Bullshit, traitor! You're the one infiltrating my dreams!" He then kneed her in the upper chest before kicking her across the face. "Since you can heal, this won't damage you at all, bitch!"

"Fuck you!"

Enmu then punched her in the jaw in response to this insult. "Stop being a whiny little bitch and do as we say, okay? Unless you like getting the shit kicked out of you, you fucking masochist!"

James thought to himself as Enmu kicked her in the stomach, "Holy fuck, he's goin' all out on her. I'm just glad it ain't the real Nezuko."

By now, Nezuko bled from wounds all across her face and from her nose. As they began to heal, Enmu pushed her down onto the floor on her back and delivered a strong kick to her pelvic area, eliciting a loud scream from her. "How about that, asshole?!"

"Fuck you!" Nezuko then spat blood onto him. "How do you like that, motherfucker?!" She then turned to James and asked him, "So, Mr. Charles, are you gonna join in or are you just gonna stand there?! Huh?! What the fuck do you gotta say?!"

James sighed and kicked her in the side. "Well, y'all asked for it."

Enmu then stomped on her face, caving much of it in. "That's for spitting on me, bitch!"

"Alright, alright," James told him as he held an arm out in front of him. "I think she's learned her lesson, Enmu. We fucked her up good enough."

"Perhaps," he nodded before he bent down to whisper to a bloodied Nezuko. "Don't fuck with us, little girl…"

…

36 hours to go.

As James left the room, he told Enmu, "Be prepared for when I kill her inner core, Enmu-sama."

"Good luck, Mr. Charles," Enmu replied to her.

In reality, James was going to walk around aimlessly and hopefully divert the attention of Enmu's other projections away from them while he pretended to go beyond the limit of the dream and kill Nezuko's inner core. As he walked down the stairs, he immediately recognized Muzan walking up them. "Perfect," he thought to himself. "He's going to see Enmu. Hopefully, that projection of his convinces him to give up so it'll be easy to kill him here and in the real world."

As he walked out onto the street, he was immediately confronted by thirty men armed with guns, swords, and knives. The leader of the group aimed a gun at him and ordered, "Drop your weapons! You're surrounded! You have nowhere to run, intruder!"

"Oh you gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!" James then pulled out his sword in one hand, his revolver in the other, and told them, "Let's go, you bastards! Thirty on one! Let's do this!"

The leader of the ground yelled, "You're committing suicide! This is your end! Drop your weapons now or else!"

"How about y'all go back to wherever the fuck ya came from and stop botherin' me? It's either that, or y'all are gonna be killed!"

"You had your chance to surrender, and now you just lost it!"

Then, two men charged forward and attacked James, to which he responded by slicing both across the chest before shooting one and stabbing the other through his chest. "How's that?!" The rest of the group then charged forward, with James first punching a guy before reaching at his face and clawing his eye out before slicing his neck open with his sword. Right after this, he shot two others behind him before shooting a third person in front and emptying his revolver.

A man shouted as he tried to stab James, "Die!" He responded by whipping him with the empty revolver before decapitating him with his sword. He then picked up the fallen enemy's knife and stabbed a guy with a rifle and bayonet before ripping it out of his hands and shooting him with his own gun.

As James jumped on top of a wooden food cart, startling the owner of said cart, he kicked a man who tried to jump up with him before shooting him with the rifle. Another man tried shooting him with his own gun, but James was able to get a headshot in before he had the chance. James then jumped down and landed on top of yet another man before stabbing him in the back of his neck with the bayonet blade. He then emptied the last of the rounds in the rifle into the group before picking up his sword again and slicing open a man's neck, his blood spurting out from the wound and soaking James' clothes. "Motherfucker, ya made my clothes dirty!"

"Go to Hell!" A man then kicked James down, but he was able to stand back up and slice his left arm off before stabbing him in the stomach. He then was once again kicked down before he stabbed a man in his groin with his sword and kicked a second as he jumped up. James finished the second man off by slicing his neck open and nearly decapitating him, and finished the first man off by stabbing both him and a man behind him.

The man behind him managed to shoot James in the shoulder, sending him back on the ground, but James once again managed to get back up, stabbing one man in the face before stabbing the shooter in the chest as his wound began to heal itself. Another man threw two axes at James, the first of which missed and hit a wall, and the second of which grazed his shoulder and instead hit another attacker. James ran over and ripped the axe from the accidental victim's shoulder before throwing it back at, hitting the axe-thrower in the head and splitting it open. "Now there's seven! You fuckers wanna give up yet?!" He then readied his sword and proclaimed, "Breath of Flames, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"

One of the seven remaining attackers yelled, "Oh shit!" Then, James sliced through five of them all at once with his attack, running through all five and killing them instantly by cutting them cleanly and completely in half.

Now covered head to toe in blood, James glared at the last two attackers and told them in a menacing tone before spitting on the ground, "Just try it. See what happens, you bastards."

"You're… You're a fucking monster!"

Both men aimed their revolvers at James, but he immediately dashed forward and slashed both of them with an upward attack before they had a chance to fire. "Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!" As James looked around the now-deserted city street, with all the other projections having fled due to the fighting, he said to himself, "Now, what the Hell was I gonna do… Oh, right! I gotta find the inner core after 36 or so hours!"