All demons who commit acts of killing and cruelty will eventually go to hell, even those who have accumulated merit. The only difference is which level of hell they enter.
The eighteen hells are divided according to time, degree of suffering, and area. Each level deeper requires enduring more pain and longer punishment.
Muzan's destination was Avici Hell, also known as the Avici Hell, the lowest level of the eighteen hells, which is extremely vast and rumored to cover 90 billion square kilometers.
Here, every minute and every second is subjected to extremely painful punishment, and every day there are countless life-and-death struggles. Since they are already dead, the souls living in this hell can never reach the true state of liberation.
When will I be free?
Those who enter Avici Hell cannot be said to be truly imprisoned there for eternity. Rather, it can be said that, according to the calculation of time, even if the earth is destroyed, Muzan's sentence will not be over.
At this moment, Muzan is passing through layer after layer of hell, heading towards the lowest level of the eighteen hells, Avici Hell.
His face was pale and weak; the powerful strength he had previously possessed, which claimed to be the closest thing to a perfect being, had vanished in hell.
Muzan lowered his head, showing no remorse for his actions, his heart filled only with intense hatred for Chinatsu and the Demon Slayer Corps.
Those Demon Slayer Corps guys are truly despicable and shameless. Not only did they launch a sneak attack by detonating gunpowder, but they also poisoned it.
The main problem is that Chinatsu. How can she, who inherited that man's breathing and swordsmanship, also possess that perfect body that I envy so much? This is practically cheating!
The thought that he couldn't even replace Chika at the last minute filled him with intense shame.
[You're about to go to hell, can't you just behave yourself?]
The face of Chika, which instilled rage at the mere sight of her, appeared before Muzan from time to time, casting a shadow no less intense than that of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who had instantly defeated him years ago.
Despicable! Despicable! Despicable!!!
Muzan gritted his teeth and stomped heavily on the ground. As he descended layer by layer, he discovered many of his underlings. However, these underlings did not know Muzan's face, and moreover, they were in too much pain to look at him.
As he continued, Yu Hu and the other ghosts, including Bantian Gou, came into his view. They noticed their leader's arrival, and their already haggard faces turned even paler.
They never imagined that their leader would also lose to the Demon Slayer Corps. Their last pillar of support shattered, making the already unbearable hellish punishment even more unbearable.
Muzan merely glanced at them indifferently without saying anything. If he had to say something to them, he would only condemn them for not killing Chika before she was fully developed.
What a bunch of...idiots!!!
After a brief encounter with Gyokko and Hantengu, Muzan's hellish journey continues.
As the King of Demons, the sins he bears are not limited to those he has killed with his own hands, because he is the source of evil in the demon realm, and the sins of his subordinates will more or less fall on his head as well.
He didn't know how long he had walked, but Muzan's eyes once again caught sight of an old acquaintance.
Black Death... oh no, it's Tsugikuni Iwakatsu.
In human form, Katsumi Tsugikuni sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, enduring the torment from this level of hell.
Although Kokunobu Kokukatsu did not have the same penchant for torturing humans as Gyokko or Hantengu, demons cannot control their bloodlust, and over the past four hundred years, countless lives have been lost at his hands.
However, at this moment, his obsession has been released, and he is calmly accepting the punishment from hell. Now he only wants to work hard to atone for his sins and be reincarnated, so that he may have a chance to meet Yoriichi who is on the way to reincarnation.
When Muzan arrived at the level of Hell where he was, Kokushibo immediately noticed him.
Muzan, with a stern face, was still thinking about reminiscing about the past when Kokushibo raised an arm and pointed to the distant Gates of Hell, which led to the deeper parts of the world.
"Muzan, this is not the hell you are heading to."
Avici Hell, the Hell of No Interval.
Throughout the ages, among all the demons, only Muzan has been qualified to go to this hell. In other words, the hell where Kokushibo resides is not worthy of Muzan.
Where Muzan's gaze fell, a gate to Avici Hell stood there, its area beneath the gate indistinct, burning with clusters of hellfire that seemed capable of scorching everything.
Helpless, Muzan could only move forward step by step, grinding his teeth as he went, his mind filled with thoughts of Chinatsu. Unfortunately, he didn't even know Chinatsu's name, and his curses couldn't even find the right words...
Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.
Chika lay on the bedding in her mansion, her breathing steady but showing no signs of waking up for a long time.
She slept for a month before her first awakening during the battle with Akaza.
He fell into a two-month slumber due to excessive exertion during his battle with Kokushibo.
Chinatsu's condition during her battle with Muzan can no longer be described as simply being overexerted, because every single second she got up after being hit by Muzan's white lightning strike was pushing her limits.
Beneath Chika's sleeping body, her spirit also slumbered, just like Nezuko, who didn't eat people in the original story, was prone to sleepiness. Sleeping is the body's best self-protection mechanism.
After the battle with Muzan ended, everyone brought Chinatsu back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters and took good care of her, quietly waiting for her to wake up.
As the MVP of the ultimate poison created in the battle against Muzan, second only to Tamayo and Shinobu Kocho, they wouldn't have held a celebration party without Chinatsu's presence.
Although they may not have known each other for long, the group of people who fought side by side against Muzan has become a warm and loving family.
Time passed by, and after the withered leaves fell, tender green leaves sprouted again. The chirping of fledglings filled the air, full of life.
The fatigue accumulated from the battle that night had gradually faded, and like a fledgling bird hatching from its shell, Chika slowly opened her eyes in a daze.
Perhaps because my eyes hadn't been exposed to sunlight for a long time, the sunlight streaming in from the window seemed a bit dazzling.
With her mind a complete mess, Chika stared silently at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling. She slowly raised one arm and placed it on her forehead, while the other hand covered her flat stomach.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering softly, "I'm so hungry..."
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