Demon Progenitor Development Project

"Are you suffering from hysteria?"

Muzan: ...

"You can experience it for yourself," Muzan said with a forced smile, rapidly transfusing blood into the person in front of him.

After ten minutes of painful transformation.

Ren Guang, whose appearance had changed drastically, got up from the ground, surrounded by splattered blood.

There was also a human corpse that had been mostly eaten.

A crack appeared on its forehead, and a newborn eyeball darted around, curiously observing the world around it.

His body muscles bulged, and his arms and legs became much thicker, transforming him from a fair-skinned young man into a muscular man.

Ren Guang struggled to his feet, recalling the sudden influx of information in his mind, and then looked at Muzan.

"Does this count as turning into a monster?" Ren Guang muttered to himself. Recalling what had just happened, a strong feeling of nausea welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but gag.

Ren Guang, who hadn't vomited anything, took a moment to process it before quickly accepting reality.

The loyal Ren Guang asked again, "Where is the young master? Where is he?"

Muzan raised his delicate eyebrows and offered an explanation.

“A living person like you will become a ghost very quickly. It will take time for Shugo to become a ghost. We will dig him up after the funeral.”

Muzan did not mention the word "dead".

He doesn't like those two words.

"We need money to recover after digging them out, so we can prepare to leave this place as soon as possible."

He needed manpower to find the so-called blue spider lily, and Renguang, who had previously been in charge of medical-related matters, was a good choice.

Ren Guang's expression was solemn. Their current state, which they couldn't let into the light, would eventually be discovered, so they definitely had to hide.

We need to transfer assets immediately.

Ren Guang immediately started planning what he needed to do, completely forgetting about the change in his recipe.

So, it turns out that some people are capable of remaining rational?

After keeping this case in mind, Muzan tasted the tea, found it was still bitter, took a sip with disdain, and put it aside.

Even after becoming a ghost, the taste of these drinks hasn't changed much.

I can no longer eat sweets as I used to.

In the dead of night, the bright moon, as clear as a silver plate, was obscured by thick clouds. The cool, clear light that had been shining on the earth disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be instantly shrouded in a thick black curtain, plunging into boundless darkness.

But within this terrifying darkness, some extraordinary beings are stirring about.

A figure moved silently through the intricate buildings of the Fujiwara residence, like a ghost.

This person was short in stature, and his entire body was tightly wrapped in a black garment, revealing only a pair of small, darting eyes that gleamed with a cunning light.

This exceptionally agile thief, like a nimble feline, darted left and right in the darkness with fluid, graceful movements.

He skillfully used every blind spot in his surroundings and his carefully prepared disguises to silently evade the patrols of guards throughout the mansion.

As he cautiously moved forward, the shifty-eyed thief couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I really can't understand it! What strange fetishes do these nobles have these days? Someone would actually pay a high price to have me steal this glass vessel that holds blood! And a stone too."

However, despite his doubts, the thought of the generous reward he would receive upon success immediately dispelled his distractions, and he continued to focus intently on his goal.

Meanwhile, Fujiwara no Nakatatsu was unable to sleep soundly.

The turmoil caused by the assassination of the newly appointed head of the family, the psychological pressure of having to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family despite his advanced age, and the grief over the death of his eldest son caused Fujiwara no Nakatatsu's hair to turn completely white in a short time.

Unable to sleep, Fujiwara no Nakatatsu opened his cloudy old eyes and saw a figure standing in front of his bed with red eyes.

My heart stopped beating for a moment.

Fujiwara no Nakatatsu, who was nearly scared out of his wits, clutched his aching chest with his left hand and stretched out his right hand tremblingly.

Muzan took a step back, not wanting to get poked by the chicken claw.

The fingertips touch the fabric of the clothing and then immediately separate.

"It's you? The child from the Ubuyashiki family." Fujiwara no Nakatatsu took several breaths before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

He remembered that this special fabric was a tribute from a feudal state, and there were only a few bolts in total. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, with a fine and even texture. Besides him, only Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko had clothes made from this fabric.

The old man looked at Muzan by the moonlight, his eyes revealing surprise.

He had never liked this child and rarely saw him, but even so, wasn't this kid supposed to be very thin and weak? How come he looks so strong?

"You've come to kill me?" The old man straightened his appearance, his tone calm.

Muzan didn't speak; he was hesitant, after all, he was his father.

“My son did the right thing by raising you; you have more courage than I do.” Before anyone could answer, Fujiwara no Nakatatsu gave Muzan a deep look.

It's likely that this kid was behind what happened in the palace.

If he were to come, the worst that could happen is imprisonment.

"I've never understood why you, Shugo, who has always disliked trouble and was impatient with getting along with others, would..." Fujiwara no Nakatatsu said, as if he wanted to say everything he wanted to say before he died.

Muzan listened quietly.

"I'm leaving, and I'll take Shugo with me." After a moment of silence in the room, Muzan turned and left.

The old man remained, lost in thought.

Anyway, Shugo will wake up sooner or later, and this old man doesn't necessarily have to be killed. If we create a rift because of this old man, that wouldn't be good, Muzan thought to himself.

Neither Muzan Kibutsuji nor Jinko expected that they would have to wait for more than five hundred years.

*

A pale corpse lay in a fine coffin that had been polished and patinated.

Muzan Kibutsuji, disguised as a woman, with bright red nail polish, wearing a black kimono with spider lily patterns and a woman's hairstyle, entered the main hall where the coffin was placed.

"How much longer?" Muzan muttered irritably.

"Why? I've already become a demon, why won't I wake up?" Muzan was filled with resentment. "And that damned Demon Slayer Corps, it seems there are swordsmen using some kind of breathing technique who have killed quite a few demons..."

Talking to the coffin and having a graveside chat, Muzan rambles on about recent events, a habit he's developed over the years.

It's probably similar to visiting a grave or a boarding student telling their parents about school life.

After talking for a long time, Muzan looked at the coffin for a long time, then raised his hand, opened the coffin lid, and lay down inside.

Face to face.

Muzan transferred a significant amount of his blood into the corpse.

After her pale skin regained some color, it soon faded again.

After giving the blood, Muzan immediately fell asleep while holding the corpse, just like a little girl sleeping while hugging a doll.

A long-decayed corpse and a beautiful woman lay together in a coffin.

It's full of suspense and would be perfect for a horror movie.

The corpse was in a daze, as if it were being paralyzed by a ghost, or somewhat like the tipsy feeling of being half asleep and half awake when you are about to wake up.

He didn't want to get out of bed.

But it's a bit noisy in my ears.

Just as I was about to turn over, I seemed to bump into something. What's wrong with this bed? Why is it so cramped?

A thought vaguely flashed through the mind of the corpse.

The person who made the coffin certainly didn't consider the possibility that the corpse might turn over.

Inside the dark coffin, Muzan Kibutsuji, sensing the movement, opened his eyes, two red lights appearing as he gazed eerily at the moving corpse.

With a thud, my arm felt like it had hit something.

WTF?

The corpse opened its eyes, revealing a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.

???

Hiiragi, instantly jolted awake: ...

After seeing clearly what was lying next to him, Shuuga had one thought pop into his mind:

[Who are you, beautiful lady?]

How did I end up lying next to you, in a coffin?!

Are coffins in such short supply these days? Do I need multiple people sharing a coffin? And this isn't the kind of coffin we're supposed to be buried in!

Wait, who am I?

[Wait! I'm dead?]

The newly awakened ghoul's mind echoed with an empty sound.

Upon hearing the other person's inner thoughts: ...

Has Shugo completely lost his memory?

A bold idea popped into Muzan's mind.