Demon Progenitor Development Project

After having a hearty meal, Muzan secretly went out and found a place to throw away the skin, bones, and internal organs that he had picked out and didn't want.

Muzan is a clean cat.

Just as he was worrying about how to handle the murder scene, he heard servants hurrying by, each with a gloomy expression on their face.

What happened?

Muzan, puzzled, held up his umbrella and went to ask Jinguang.

Ren Guang knelt outside the hall, looking blank and dazed. Mu Can frowned as he called out to him several times, but Ren Guang did not respond.

Suddenly, a sound of weeping came from inside the palace.

Upon smelling the blood, Muzan suddenly had a bad feeling.

What happened to Renguang that made him like this?

Muzan barged into the hall in a state of disarray. The moment he entered, he froze completely, unable to move his feet.

A body he knew all too well lay in the coffin, its chest motionless, as if a heavy hammer were striking Muzan's now excessively healthy heart.

My heart was throbbing in waves.

"What's going on!" Muzan's frozen smile suddenly turned into a hideous grin.

How could things have changed so much in just half a day?

I was talking to him just fine this morning.

The head of the Fujiwara family, who was weeping over his son's corpse, did not answer him.

Princess Kisaragi, silently shedding tears, did not answer.

He grabbed a servant at random and questioned him harshly and sternly.

Through the servant's trembling narration, Muzan learned what had happened.

Assassination?

Who would dare to assassinate Shugo, the head of the Fujiwara Hoku family? Who has the ability to assassinate Shugo?

Muzan turned to look at the grief-stricken head of the Fujiwara family and Princess Kisaragi beside him.

Thinking of the group of suspicious people he had killed today, Muzan's face turned cold.

Thinking of a possible scenario, Muzan picked up Kisaragi Princess like a chick and whispered:

"The assassins who came to the mansion today came to kill you, didn't they?"

assassin?

Kisaragi's expression changed slightly. An assassin came to kill her?

Did this sickly fellow take care of those assassins?

As Kisaragi, who was being choked to the point of near suffocation, thought to herself.

Good heavens, Shugo really did turn that sickly guy into a strongman.

Kisaragi-hime spoke with some difficulty: "...I don't know..."

Muzan remained silent for a few breaths, then released his grip and let out a cold laugh.

"Are you just going to cry?"

Muzan didn't want to cry, nor could he. It was as if his tear ducts were blocked by something, making it impossible for him to have a good cry like the two of them.

The head of the Fujiwara Hoku family remained silent, gritting his teeth. He could not openly avenge his son, for the emperor also had Fujiwara Hoku family blood; in fact, he could be considered one of their own.

This emperor did not have any children with the women of the Fujiwara Northern Clan, and the previous generation only had this one prince who had half Fujiwara blood.

The clan would never agree to this; at most, they would lose power, and they would even have to find a way to protect the other party's position as emperor.

"This is what the head of the Fujiwara Hoku family thought through gritted teeth."

Seeing the stagnant atmosphere, Muzan curled up a sarcastic smile and strode out of the bedchamber.

"Wait," Ren Guang called out to Muzan in a hoarse voice.

"I'll go with you."

*

In the brightly lit palace at night, the Emperor flipped through the pages of his book at an extremely fast pace, his lips flat, but his heart was filled with unease.

Fujiwara Shugo is dead, but why is his dear sister still alive?

What were the people we sent there for?

"Squeak—" The door opened.

The Emperor frowned in displeasure. There hadn't even been an announcement. What a bunch of lackeys! He turned around and saw a stranger dressed in black walk in.

Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a nobleman.

"Who are you?" the Emperor asked warily, looking at the stranger before him. He hoped to alert the servants waiting outside.

"Did you send someone to kill Fujiwara no Shugo?" the stranger asked in a low voice.

The Emperor knew it would be difficult to conceal the fact that he had sent assassins; there were very few people capable of doing it, and only a handful of suspects.

"So what if it is?" The emperor took a few steps back and reached under the edge of the table.

Muzan's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

With a thought, several newly transformed ghosts entered. They were starving, their mouths wide open, drooling so much that it started to string together, staring at the only human in the hall.

Muzan listened to their innermost thoughts.

[Hungry, so hungry, I want to eat, it smells so good]

The Emperor felt a chill run down his spine from the way they stared at the food.

Moreover, the familiar clothing and the demonized face still retain some features from the human era.

The Emperor's pupils trembled. Wasn't this the guard who had been standing outside the palace?

Looking back, the respectful expressions of these people seem still vivid in my mind, not like the ferocious beasts they are now.

The sight of familiar faces transformed into unrecognizable forms is more frightening and unexpected than encountering monsters, and it subconsciously raises the thought: Will I become like that too?

The Emperor was completely overthinking things; Muzan had no intention of turning him into a demon.

To become an immortal demon like him, that would be a blessing, this thing doesn't deserve it—Muzan Kibutsuji

"Eat him, eat him slowly, eat him little by little," Muzan said softly.

"Wait? I can cede it to the Fujiwara Hokuke... Ah!" The young emperor tried to negotiate. Since this person had asked about Fujiwara Shugo, he must be a member of the Fujiwara Hokuke family, and he could offer him more.

Muzan stared indifferently at the emperor being devoured.

The piercing screams seemed to accompany the meal, but after a long while the screams subsided, and only the bloodstains on the floor showed what had happened.

Muzan's sinister gaze was fixed on the Emperor, who was watching him being devoured bit by bit, as the Emperor was about to die.

The fingernail pierced the other person's skull.

The gnawed body gradually repaired itself, and the ghosts' second meal began.

The next day, news spread throughout the palace that the Emperor had met with misfortune and gone missing.

Upon receiving the message, Ren Guang rushed to find Muzan, giving him a complicated look.

"What exactly happened to you?" Ren Guang, who had already dealt with two murder scenes, asked this question after a long pause.

He could do this just by telling the Emperor his location?

"What do you want?" Muzan asked indifferently, without answering the other party's question.

"...These were originally gifts that Young Master wanted to give you." Ren Guang gave all the items he brought to Muzan.

Muzan stared at these things in a daze.

The snow-white fox pelts they hunted, the cat wood carving that was mostly finished, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items.

Muzan stroked the cat's raised head, its texture fine, and said nothing more.

"The doctor who treated you has disappeared," Ren Guang said abruptly.

Muzan's pupils contracted.

"What on earth happened?" Muzan couldn't hold back any longer. Wasn't he supposed to be going to find medicinal herbs?

Ren Guang remained silent for a moment, then looked at Muzan with an unprecedented gaze and said, "Are you more concerned about that physician now? The young master's funeral is about to begin."

You ungrateful wretch! You've wasted all the kindness the young master showed you when he was alive.

Ren Guang thought to himself, grinding his teeth.

"...Shira Go is not dead."

Muzan looked Jin Guang up and down, and after considering the guy's resume, he realized he was an excellent but exploitable beast of burden. After thinking for a while, he finally spoke.

"?"

Renguang stared at Muzan in disbelief.

Oh no, this is insane!