Chapter 7 Becoming Upper Moon One

After Iwakatsu accepted Muzan's offer of cooperation, he accepted Muzan's blood.

Muzan Kibutsuji also valued Iwakatsu highly, perhaps because he wanted to fight against that monster. Even though his body was weak and had not yet recovered, he still gave Iwakatsu his concentrated blood.

"I believe you can handle it, I'm waiting for you."

After Muzan Kibutsuji finished speaking, he vanished from the spot, leaving only Iwakatsu in the temple, clutching the blood. Looking at the crimson blood in his hand, Iwakatsu could feel his body becoming excited.

'I want to drink it, I really want it, quick!'

Yan Sheng remained silent for a long time before finally drinking the blood in one gulp. He reasoned that either way, it was all the same stab, so what was there to fear? Looking at the blood remaining on his hand, Yan Sheng subconsciously licked it.

"Honey, you..."

1008 only logs on to check on the host's situation. After all, compared to others who need constant monitoring, Yan Sheng only needs to confirm whether the general direction is off. He usually checks occasionally, who knew that today would be such a coincidence.

"Why? That's such a waste. My roommate even licks the yogurt lid."

Yan Sheng said this, but he still felt guilty and put his hands behind his back to wipe away the remaining saliva and blood, so that he wouldn't be unable to resist again.

Yan Sheng's embarrassment didn't last long before he felt physical discomfort. A deep, bone-chilling pain caused his veins to bulge. Every muscle in his body felt violently torn apart and reassembled, and black blood continuously oozed from his skin.

Yan Sheng collapsed to the ground, the pain stimulating his nerves. His body trembled, and his black fingernails, exposed from the pain, scraped the floor, leaving clear marks.

Yan Sheng hadn't expected it to hurt so much, so much so that he began to question why he was even alive. The pain relentlessly eroded his sanity, and the blood flowing from his body increased. The already small temple floor and the area around the haystacks were stained with a dark red hue.

Honey, are you okay?

"What do you think?! Isn't there any way to make me feel less pain?"

Yan Sheng gritted his teeth and stared at the light blue transparent screen in front of him. As his pain intensified, the 'Completed' message on the screen became more and more prominent.

"Forehead……"

Feeling a bit guilty from Yan Sheng's intense resentment, 1008 logged off amidst Yan Sheng's internal cursing.

Hmm, the host isn't in a good mood lately, so I'll log on again in a few days.

At the same time, Yan Sheng received a disconnection notification from 1006. The red "Your system has gone offline" message made Yan Sheng even angrier. However, no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do. He could only grit his teeth and endure it, cursing inwardly as he felt the time pass.

Finally, Yan Sheng lost consciousness from the pain, his teeth, which had been tightly clenched around his lower lip, loosened slightly, letting out painful groans. This continued for five whole days, during which Yan Sheng repeatedly lost consciousness from the pain and then woke up, enduring this long period of time on and off.

When Yan Sheng awoke again, the pain in his body had vanished, replaced by the ease and adaptability brought by the new organization. Yan Sheng could feel his entire body brimming with power. He subconsciously checked his mission, and as he expected, the second prerequisite mission was already complete.

"There's something on my body that's sticky and disgusting."

Yan Sheng stood up, looked down at his tattered and blood-stained clothes, and felt as if he were reeking of stench. Looking at the moon hanging high outside the temple, Yan Sheng immediately hurried towards the nearest stream or lake.

Looking at the crystal-clear stream before him, Yan Sheng glanced around. The demon's powerful senses confirmed that no one was nearby, which put him at ease. He took off all his clothes, placed them in the shallow water, weighed them down with stones, and let the current wash away the dirt.

Yan Sheng stepped into the middle of the stream, feeling the water washing over his body. He submerged himself completely, gazing up at the bright moon in a daze.

"I've been wearing this for so long and haven't had a proper rest yet."

Yan Sheng stared blankly for a long time before remembering he should fix his hair. The result was that his wet hair hung down his back, clinging to his body in a messy, disheveled state.

Yan Sheng looked at his reflection in the stream, which was as smooth as a mirror. He was even paler than before, a deathly white. His hair hung down over his face, and his body remained largely unchanged, with defined and strong lines. However, unlike before, all the scars on his body had been erased during the regeneration of his flesh, his eyes had become red vertical pupils, and he had grown sharp fangs like a vampire.

Yan Sheng raised his hand and looked at his black fingernails. He tensed his hand slightly, and black, pointed nails appeared. He felt quite novel about it; so it was something he could control.

After washing himself clean, Yan Sheng turned and walked towards the stone where the clothes were pressed down. He picked up the clothes, which were still very dirty, and pressed them back into the water, rubbing them with both hands. He only took them out and wrung them out when the obvious bloodstains on the surface of the clothes had faded to almost invisible.

The purple top had faded a bit, and Yan Sheng looked at his wet clothes, wondering whether to go naked or put them on.

In the end, Iwakatsu decided to put it on, even though it was very uncomfortable against his skin, he couldn't stay naked forever. After tidying himself up, Iwakatsu prepared to go for a stroll.

Having been here for less than ten days, Yan Sheng felt he had experienced too much and hadn't even had a chance to properly see what this era was like. Unfortunately, he hadn't gone far when he sensed Muzan's presence and had to reunite with him.

In fact, Kokushi had only met Muzan twice, and their conversations and interactions were nothing special. Kokushi was still a little hesitant about meeting the biggest villain in the manga.

As he sensed he was getting closer to Muzan, Iwakatsu smelled the stench of blood, growing stronger and stronger. When Iwakatsu stopped, he saw a blood-stained scene: limbs scattered everywhere and a pile of corpses, over two meters high, in front of him.

Yan Sheng felt a sense of nausea, but his body instinctively felt excited. This made Yan Sheng even more certain of the fact that he had become a demon. Looking at the man sitting on the pile of corpses, eating flesh and blood, Yan Sheng opened his mouth but said nothing.

Muzan Kibutsuji jumped down from the pile of corpses, casually tossing aside the half-eaten arm he was holding, and walked up to Iwakatsu. Looking at the man who was taller than him, Muzan frowned in displeasure. He quickly grabbed Iwakatsu's chin and pulled him close, speaking with displeasure.

"I don't like it when people look down on me."

Kokushi was bewildered by Muzan's sudden action, but he still knelt down on one knee and looked up at Muzan. Although he was cooperating with Muzan, he was still Muzan's subordinate. It was similar to a modern-day CEO and vice president starting a company together, but the CEO had a higher position.

"you…"

Muzan looked at the face that was completely exposed to him in the moonlight and was instinctively filled with fear.

"That man, that man."

Muzan's voice suppressed savagery and hatred as he looked at Kokushibo's face, wanting to devour him alive, yet also filled with dread. Just as Kokushibo thought he was about to be beaten up by the raging Muzan, Kibutsuji Muzan calmed down.

"From today onwards, I will establish the Crescent Moon, dividing it into Upper Moon and Lower Moon based on strength. And you will be the first among the Crescent Moon, Upper Moon One. You shall change your name to Kokushibo."

Having learned his lesson, Muzan understood that quantity wasn't always better when it came to demons, and he began to focus on improving their quality. He watched as Iwakatsu's red vertical pupils transformed into the crimson eyes etched with the mark of Upper Moon One. Muzan was quite satisfied, but looking at the other's face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

“Change your appearance, Kokushibo.”

"Yes, Lord Muzan."

Following instructions, Iwakatsu stood up and controlled his face to transform into the six-eyed form of Kokushibo from the original work. Seeing the change in perspective, Iwakatsu found it both strange and unsettling.

Kibutsuji Muzan was very satisfied with Iwakatsu's self-awareness, and his body gradually transformed into a boyish form that was easier to revert to. The boy with short black hair looked up at Iwakatsu, his blood-red vertical pupils staring intently at him, and slowly raised his hands towards Iwakatsu.

"Kuroshibo, take me away. Let's hide for a while."