Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 382 This woman is an idiot

Muzan finally understood this.

We can't let this drag on any longer; there's only an hour left until dawn.

If this continues, he might really be worn down and die here.

Do you want to withdraw?

Even though he desperately wanted to overcome the sunlight, Muzan was quite uncertain about the situation given the overwhelming odds.

Ultimately, it was because his subordinates were too incompetent; they couldn't even kill one of the pillars. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been ganged up on by so many people.

Muzan completely ignored his own mistakes; it was his hatred of demons that led to a severe lack of fighting power on the demon side.

Otherwise, how could the Demon Slayer Corps have remained undefeated for hundreds of years?

He wants to go back and regroup. This time, he will not reject other demons. He wants to rebuild the Twelve Demon Moons as quickly as possible... and form the team of the Twelve Upper Moons.

No, perhaps he only needs to wait until these pillars die from the markings before he can launch another attack. It's only a few years, and he can afford to wait.

But just as Muzan made up his mind, hesitation appeared in his eyes.

He certainly had time to wait for the pillars to die, but... what about the woman?

Muzan had to admit that Yuuko was now so strong that he could no longer devour her as easily as he had initially thought.

Most importantly, he could sense that this woman had never eaten meat before.

Although there was a slight smell of blood on him, there was absolutely no smell of human flesh.

Ghosts that have eaten human flesh will have a foul stench.

As the progenitor of demons, Muzan could tell at a glance whether a demon had eaten human flesh.

It's hard to imagine that a demon could possess such power without consuming flesh and blood.

The more people who eat, and the stronger those people become, the stronger the demon can become.

She's not quite right now; she still harbors goodwill towards humans. But what if one day she suddenly realizes that humans are merely expendable resources...?

She started eating people, began to realize how much she had missed out on with her hundreds of years of persistence, and even... after he could no longer become stronger by devouring humans, she would turn around and search for his whereabouts.

When that time comes, even if I reassemble the Twelve Demon Moons, is there really a chance that I can devour this woman?

Looking at the near-perfect stance of the opponent, Muzan had no confidence at all.

Just like this vain woman, she's too perfect.

His posture and demeanor... all exuded an aura of high status, which made Muzan very unhappy from the moment he saw him.

At first, he thought it was because the woman looked too much like that monster that he felt disgusted by her.

Looking back now, there's also the fact that this woman was too perfect as a ghost.

Silver hair and golden eyes, demon horns that twisted slightly like branches of a divine tree, and that perfect posture.

To some extent, that posture no longer evokes any image of a ghost.

God, only God, could match that woman's posture.

In comparison, my own posture was utterly ugly.

If we retreat now, these rare, patterned pillars will die in a very short time, while he will live, but the woman will also survive.

After that, he will not only face the limitations of the sun, but may also be hunted down by this woman.

Now, Muzan faces a choice:

If he leaves, he will face this woman's pursuit.

If he doesn't leave, he'll most likely be dragged to his death here...

Either choice would be too painful for Muzan.

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In the end, Muzan made his choice.

He took a deep breath, slowly opened his lightly closed eyes, and said in a deep voice, "In the past thousand years, no one has ever been able to push me to this point."

"What nonsense are you talking about? When you were chopped into more than a thousand pieces by Yoriichi and ran away, it was only a few hundred years ago, right?" Yuko tilted her head. She was wondering what this guy had been thinking about for so long when he suddenly blurted out this.

Ikuko was naturally pleased that Muzan remained unmoved.

Anyway, they're just stalling for time, so it's better to avoid a fierce battle.

That's not the case at all!

Muzan wanted to explain, but felt that explaining would only make him look like an idiot, so he simply stopped talking.

We have to fight this hard.

We really have to work our hardest.

He is Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai.

Ever since that monster chopped me into more than a thousand pieces... ever since that monster tormented me, I have never dared to walk so boldly in the world again.

He needs to think carefully about whether this is his only chance.

Perhaps after he escapes, years later, when he is fleeing like a rat crossing the street, he will regret his choice when he faces her, who has become truly invincible.

I regret not working harder back then.

He had been hiding for so long that he hardly recognized himself anymore.

He is the most perfect being in this world, and he deserves to be revered.

He recalled how he fought his way out of the capital, and no one could stop him.

He, the ancestor of ghosts, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai.

Today, he once again appears in the world as the King of Ghosts, with an arrogant attitude towards humanity.

Unfortunately, only Muzan himself could feel the surging passion within him.

The woman in front of him looked at him as if he were an idiot, which made Muzan slightly dissatisfied.

No, it's not that he's an idiot, it's that this woman is an idiot.

He couldn't understand what kind of fool could restrain the urge to eat people even after becoming a ghost.

Therefore, he didn't need to argue with this woman in the first place.

Because she is an idiot, a fool, and an abnormal being.

After clearing his mind, Muzan felt his brain was completely clear, and he had never been more lucid than he was now.

Muzan strode over, his hands wielding long whips that swept across the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ikuko and Tanjiro, who could see Muzan's movements through the Transparent World, shouted in unison, "The attack is coming!"

As everyone waited with utmost seriousness, Muzan also made his move.

"Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Thorns!" Muzan's blood transformed into thorns, which, along with the dozen or so long, tentacle-like whips on his body, completely enveloped Muzan and swept towards the crowd.

His attack range may not be as wide as Kokushibo's Moon Breathing, but the damage he causes is even greater.

It accidentally brushed against the building next to it and cut it completely in half.

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Rose Technique!" The large amount of blood that Yuko spat out grew like flowers in mid-air, and red thorns rushed towards Muzan's attack.

Two similar attacks collided, swirling and grinding each other's abilities.

Yuko inadvertently met Muzan's cold eyes and suddenly felt that he seemed to have changed, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what had changed.

I just felt that the current Muzan was a little different from the Muzan I knew before.

Before Yuko could think any further, the people behind her also launched an attack on Muzan.

After Yuuko uses her Blood Demon Art to neutralize Muzan's Blood Demon Art, all she needs to do is focus on avoiding the long whips on Muzan's body.

This greatly reduced the burden on everyone.