Chapter 10 A Sudden Mission

Muzan Kibutsuji's experiment failed again. Looking at the blood in the glass that showed no reaction, he angrily swept all the experimental equipment off the table.

"It's definitely because the equipment is too outdated!" Muzan Kibutsuji bluntly shifted the blame, his wooden clogs crunching over the shattered glass. Until better equipment arrives, he needs to carefully plan his next steps.

Muzan Kibutsuji could sense that the Demon Slayer Corps was becoming increasingly audacious. Since encountering that monster, their demon-hunting missions had become more and more frequent.

Is this a provocation?

Muzan Kibutsuji's anger, already fueled by the failed experiment, intensified. The thought of being so easily provoked by a bunch of insects made him want to kill them all immediately.

No, we can't go out.

Muzan Kibutsuji is terrified of death and will never act unless he is absolutely certain of success. Moreover, that monster's whereabouts are unpredictable, and if he were to run into it, he would be finished.

Muzan Kibutsuji slumped into a soft chair, his hands resting on an exquisite wooden table, his fingers tapping unconsciously.

We need to teach the Demon Slayer Corps a lesson, but we can't go out. Large-scale demon operations are too costly; we need to buy them time to form our own Crescent Moon.

Muzan Kibutsuji pondered deeply, his consciousness constantly shifting between the demons' perspectives. Until he saw a Demon Slayer Corps member, covered in wounds, with a stab wound piercing his chest.

The man was covered in blood and clearly about to be eaten by a demon, but his first instinct was to send Kasugai Crow away. Muzan Kibutsuji knew that Kasugai Crow's destination was Ubuyashiki, the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Without any mercy, it took over the body of the tool demon, stabbed the Kasugai Crow that hadn't flown far to death, and sliced ​​the dying Demon Slayer Corps member in half with a single hand strike.

Ubuyashiki Yukio

"Let's make an example of him," Muzan Kibutsuji immediately thought of Kokushibo, who was traveling. As his only remaining Gengetsu, and also a former Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan Kibutsuji felt that Kokushibo could perfectly accomplish this assassination mission.

Meanwhile, Yan Sheng on the other side sneezed several times.

With a bad feeling, Yan Sheng lowered his eyes to look at the ceramic teacup in his hand, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cup.

It's not exquisite, but you can tell it's in excellent condition.

Iwakatsu knew that this family had brought out their best tea set for him to use. Indeed, samurai held a high status in this era, especially a samurai dressed in a purple kimono who was clearly of noble birth.

Yan Sheng hadn't wanted to stay overnight in the town, but he had no choice. Finding a good place to stay before dawn was difficult, especially since he had set off so late.

Standing by the half-open window, my gaze fell upon the bustling crowd on the street. Sunlight bathed them, casting a golden halo around their bodies.

The breath of life

Yan Sheng is a model young man who grew up in the 21st century. Both his political affiliation and mindset are vastly different here. His ability to be indifferent to death is mainly because he fundamentally dislikes them, even if this is a parallel world.

Yan Sheng turned and closed the window. He didn't want to see the sunlight right now, as it would remind him that he was now a ghost who needed to eat people to survive.

"Lord Jiguo, we have prepared tea and snacks. Would you like to try some?"

There was a gentle knock on the door, followed by a soft female voice. Yan Sheng remembered that this was the eldest daughter of the family owner, a girl who seemed to be in her teens, with a pretty face that would be considered top-tier even in a small town like this.

Yan Sheng walked over slowly, opened the door, and spoke to the little guy as gently as possible.

"Thank you, you've gone to so much trouble."

"No, you're welcome, please enjoy your meal!"

The little girl blushed deeply, shyly handed over the wooden tray, and hurriedly left, leaving a bewildered Yan Sheng standing there, utterly confused.

Girls' thoughts are really hard to understand.

Iwakatsu carried the plate to the table, picked up a pastry, and took a bite. It had a grainy texture, but no flavor whatsoever. Iwakatsu sighed softly, seemingly not needing to eat anything at all.

Just as Yan Sheng was secretly grieving, Boss Xie's exclusive messages started being sent out like crazy again.

"Kuroshibo, as my only partner, I need you to complete a task, which will be the beginning of our mutual trust."

"What does this scoundrel want?" These familiar words left Iwakatsu Hachijo completely bewildered, and he could only give a perfunctory reply.

"yes."

"Kuroshibo, I believe in your strength. You were chosen by me from among thousands, and your strength is among the best. I believe you will soon bring me the good news of Ubuyashiki Sachi's death."

The other party spoke with great satisfaction, then cut off the contact, leaving Yan Sheng still in shock.

Who? Who did he kill? Ubuyashiki Yuki, the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps? Excuse me? You think highly of me, huh, you scumbag boss.

Iwakatsu recalled the original work and realized that this event did indeed occur, although the details were slightly different, but it was indeed Iwakatsu's pledge of allegiance.

That said, based on what that scumbag boss just said, it's no wonder that Kokushibo has been following Muzan Kibutsuji all this time. A person who has been suppressed and is somewhat insecure desperately needs someone to understand, support, and encourage them.

Yan Sheng was troubled, but there was nothing he could do. He casually swiped open the transparent blue light screen, and a new prerequisite quest appeared.

3. Kill the current Demon Slayer Corps leader (Incomplete)

Honestly, with Kokushibo's current strength and his experience from his previous residence, he could accurately kill his opponent. But now that his whereabouts are unknown, the Demon Slayer Corps is probably on guard, so he needs to act quickly. Otherwise, once the Demon Slayer Corps leaves and moves to a new place, he can't guarantee he'll be able to find them.

Thinking of this, Yan Sheng started using Didi 1008. Although he had his memories, he would rather use cheat codes to be on the safe side. If something unexpected happened, there would be no chance of being reborn.

"Xiao Liu, I haven't been here long and I'm not very familiar with things yet. My thoughts are also quite chaotic. As my good assistant in completing my tasks, you can definitely help me when I'm struggling, right?"

Upon seeing 1008 appear online, Yan Sheng immediately feigned great annoyance. Appropriately showing weakness can help one achieve their goals faster.

"Host, I'll install the smartest navigation map for you right away, dear." Seeing Yan Sheng's expression, 1008 instantly felt that his duty had come.

"Thank you so much, Xiao Liu! You're amazing!"

Yan Sheng praised him generously, having already grasped 1008's personality: easily swayed and full of stubbornness, he guessed he was the new leader.

Sure enough, 1008 left smugly, and Yan Sheng opened the map with satisfaction.

The moment he saw the panel, a sense of familiarity washed over him. "Isn't this the 'cheap map'? Will it even guide me accurately?" Yan Sheng was skeptical.

As Yan Sheng's thoughts slid across the map, he stared into deep thought at the navigation display showing a distance of just over two hundred kilometers. It wasn't a very long journey; he estimated he could get there in two days. If it weren't for the fact that the car would die in the light, he probably could have made it in a day.

He planned to leave when it got dark. After making his plans, Yan Sheng idly tapped on the void, feeling that time was passing very slowly. Perhaps because he had too much free time, Yan Sheng's time had always been planned out from childhood, whether it was playing or studying.

Even after becoming a demon here, he would practice calligraphy and chess after practicing swordsmanship. It's rare to have nothing to do like this now, and it even makes Yan Sheng feel restless.

Yan Sheng stared blankly, recalling the plot of the original work. There were still hundreds of years until the main storyline—that seemed like too long. He wasn't sure if he could survive that long.

Finally, after sunset, Iwakatsu quickly gathered his luggage. Without saying goodbye, he jumped out of the window, took a few steps onto the roof, and looked up at the high-hanging moon.

Yan Sheng opened the map and headed towards his destination at an extremely fast pace. His footsteps landed on the roof tiles without making a sound, as if it were a fleeting illusion.