Chapter 21 Akaza 2
Unlike when Iwakatsu first appeared near the town, when the moon was shrouded in dark clouds and there was no light at all, the moon now radiated a soft moonlight, calmly dispelling the darkness.
Iwakatsu led Komaji along, stumbling along. The river where they had encountered Muzan Kibutsuji wasn't far away, and after walking for a while, they reached the riverbank.
Seemingly having seen something, Komaji walked forward blankly, looked at the river reflecting the moon, and then looked up at the sky.
He seems to truly be the son of a demon, just as people often say, causing all those who get close to him to suffer a terrible death.
The wind was strong, but it couldn't blow away his pain. He was always like this, gaining and losing, unable to protect everything.
It doesn't matter anymore, everything is the same, it has no meaning.
The moment Komaji loosened the veil on his straw hat, Iwakatsu removed the hat that had been askew. He touched his messy hair, a feeling of unspeakable bitterness washing over him.
Looking at Komaji standing by the river, Iwakatsu carefully sensed the surrounding atmosphere, but found no trace of Muzan Kibutsuji.
After a moment's thought, Iwakatsu contacted Nakime, hoping to find out if Muzan Kibutsuji was in the Infinity Castle. When Iwakatsu made the connection, he sensed a hint of impatience from Nakime.
"Lord Kokushibo, what are your orders?"
Seemingly only then realizing that she was in contact with Iwakatsu, Nakime quickly composed herself and asked in a businesslike manner.
"...Lord Muzan, are you...?"
Yan Sheng could sense that the impatience wasn't directed at him, so he didn't dwell on it. He just thought to himself: "It seems those demons are quite troublesome. They didn't show up when I left. I'll go back and check on them after I've dealt with Upper Moon Three."
"Lord Muzan is not in the Infinity Castle, Lord Kokushibo."
Nakime quickly gave Iwakatsu an answer. She seemed to want to say something more, but Iwakatsu sensed her restrained emotions.
The extent of the disturbance that would irritate Nakime so much is quite remarkable in a way. Iwakatsu didn't intend to reassure her; instead, he simply told Nakime he understood and then cut off all contact.
It seems I'll have to contact Muzan directly. Iwakatsu wasn't too happy about it; it was a strange feeling. Because of the system's help, he had almost completely blocked Muzan's consciousness detection, so every time he contacted him, Iwakatsu was always worried that he might give himself away.
"!"
As Iwakatsu pondered how to organize his thoughts to report to his boss, a sudden intuition struck him. Iwakatsu felt that Muzan Kibutsuji should be arriving in the vicinity soon.
When I used to read novels, I always saw Yan Sheng say things like: the plot revision is powerful.
It's like when Nakime became a demon. Even if the timeline is wrong, it's still part of Muzan Kibutsuji's story, so he should appear.
Seeing that Komaji was still in a daze and in a daze, Iwakatsu decided to trust his intuition and wait an hour to see what would happen.
He contacted Nakime with his mind and had her open the wooden door and step inside. After that, his storyline was over. Oh, in the first place, there shouldn't have been any storyline for him. Iwakatsu sighed and facepalmed.
Komaji, on the other hand, did not notice that he lost his mind the moment he committed the murder. His thoughts and memories were extremely chaotic, and his perception and awareness of the surrounding environment were extremely dulled. He could only act on his subconscious.
Komaji was so oblivious that if someone asked him why he was here at this time, he wouldn't be able to recall an answer. He could only vaguely remember someone leading him away from the dojo.
It doesn't even seem like a human.
For a moment, Komaji's mind flashed back to those pale lips and ashen skin. He shook his head violently and staggered along the riverbank, walking numbly for an unknown amount of time, until a young man appeared in front of him. He stood on the lawn not far away, seemed to have smelled something, and turned to look at Komaji.
The young man was dressed in a black kimono, the ancient patterns of which were reflected in the moonlight. His long, black, curly hair was loosely tied back. He seemed to have seen something interesting, and his red eyes had distinct vertical pupils.
He is the Demon King – Muzan Kibutsuji
Muzan Kibutsuji blocked Komaji's path, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Komaji's blood-stained robes. Like a demon from hell, he asked Komaji in an incredibly seductive tone.
Do you want to become a ghost?
Who...it seems someone has asked me this question before.
Komaji looked up at Muzan Kibutsuji, whose pale skin and blood-red vertical pupils were reflected in his eyes.
"I want to become stronger."
Komaji opened his mouth, and half-dried blood clung to his eyelids and the corners of his mouth, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't think straight and could only subconsciously utter the goal that had sustained him for so long.
"Oh? You want to become stronger, is that right?"
Muzan Kibutsuji looked at Komaji with great interest, raised his pale arm that was covered by a black lace kimono, and with a slight exertion, his black nails instantly grew longer.
"Pfft—".
A pale hand plunged into Komaji's head, and the Demon King's blood flowed into his body. Muzan Kibutsuji, experiencing Komaji's ordeal, smiled mockingly.
"Useless emotions. Becoming stronger comes at a price. Let me help you get rid of these things that are holding you back."
The hand pierced through his head, blood flowed from his wrist and poured into Komaji's brain, mercilessly disrupting his memories and cognition.
"My crescent moon needs a powerful demon. Let me see if you can withstand this amount of blood."
Muzan Kibutsuji's voice had a powerful penetrating quality, allowing Komaji to hear it clearly. Feeling the transformation in his body, Komaji offered no resistance; having lost everything, he had no attachment to the world.
That's good too; I don't have to think about it or do anything about it.
Kibutsuji Muzan withdrew his hand, looking expressionlessly at Komaji who swayed a few times and collapsed to the ground.
Komaji clutched his rapidly healing head, howling in pain as blood flowed through his body with the agony, stimulating his nerves.
Accompanied by the extreme pain of altering memories and cognition, this was Muzan Kibutsuji's first attempt to completely change a person's thought process and logic, and his methods were extremely crude.
Seeing the other's miserable state, Muzan Kibutsuji raised an eyebrow indifferently. With a thought, an ancient wooden door appeared beside him. The door slowly opened, revealing a magnificent and splendid building inside.
To prevent the sun from burning his future subordinates, Muzan Kibutsuji threw Komaji through the wooden door without hesitation.
"Nakime, make the arrangements."
Watching Komaji plummet rapidly through the Infinity Castle, Muzan Kibutsuji casually uttered a single sentence, then turned and vanished from the spot at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.
"when--."
The sound of a pipa came from nowhere, and the buildings of the Infinite City changed rapidly. A pillar caught Komaji as he fell, and he slowly floated in the air.
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