Demon Progenitor Development Project

At dawn, the gray-blue sky seemed like a pair of eyes watching the carnage unfold in a remote mountain village.

The outcome of this massacre was inevitable.

Ghosts don't need weapons or other equipment that increase their combat power like humans do.

It is already a powerful weapon in itself.

The demons who could follow the progenitor of demons were mostly humanoid, with decent mimicry and skill points. Most of them were good-looking and didn't even reveal their demonic forms, easily dealing with the villagers.

However, Shugo, who had been awakened, stopped them.

"Why did you attack us?" Shugo was completely baffled. They had just been resting for the night and hadn't done anything at all.

After a moment of silence, the village chief revealed the reason, tearfully denouncing the exorbitant taxes and levies, trying his best to portray himself as pitiful, and begging the young nobleman to spare them.

Muzan chuckled derisively.

They're just a group of ordinary people evading taxes.

Whether as a nobleman or a demon king, Muzan always viewed these filthy commoners with the cold eye of a ruler.

"He just wants to silence them and hopes the news won't leak out," Muzan said coldly, glancing at Shuugo.

Are you going to try to be kind again?

Hiiragi, who understood his wife's meaning: ...

He wasn't so saintly as to let someone who tried to kill him go unpunished.

"Besides, their survival is all thanks to me. Killing them would only return them to their original fate." Muzan smiled sarcastically.

Why are there so few people in the deep mountains and forests?

Man-eating beasts, impassable terrain...

Ever since Muzan built his mansion deep in the mountains, the wild beasts here have long since fled.

Wild animals are often much more perceptive than humans.

In the eyes of wild beasts, this mountain was already the territory of Muzan, the 'Beast King,' and naturally they dared not invade it.

There are no animals within a radius of tens of kilometers, and even insects are extremely rare.

It can definitely be described as a wonderful place to live.

Moreover, legends of man-eating monsters circulate in this remote mountain area, and human skeletons that have been gnawed on have been discovered, which is taboo among the locals.

Nobles won't come here to collect taxes, and bandits don't want to come here either, because people really do die here.

The murderous monster is naturally a ghost.

The outcome of a ghost going out to buy supplies encountering bandits robbing and plundering is obvious, and that's how the legend came about.

In other words, the fact that this group of people can live here safely is entirely due to Muzan's good fortune.

"I see." Hiiragi said after hearing this.

Wouldn't this mean that these people are repaying kindness with enmity?

The village chief was stunned, his eyes trembling.

Wait, is this group of people the man-eating monster?

"Wait, this monster sir." The village chief immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, his blood gradually staining the withered yellow ground red.

Under the threat of death, his mind raced, and he blurted out, "We can offer ourselves to you and bring you humans..."

You can tell he has a strong will to survive.

Muzan remained indifferent and unmoved by the other party's terms.

The village chief's eyes gradually filled with despair.

"Wait, can you perform the rituals and offerings?" Shugo suddenly asked.

Since ghosts exist, perhaps gods do exist? That would make rituals and beliefs useful.

Muzan, who has traveled all over the island nation: ...

Just like Muzan said in the original work, he had never seen a god, nor had he ever seen any other extraordinary beings like himself.

"Yes, I can do it," the village chief said with barely suppressed joy, as if he had been granted a pardon.

"If you can't do it, then you can die, how about that?" Shugo remained as gentle and composed as ever, yet he uttered some truly terrifying words.

Muzan glanced at Shuugo in surprise, finding him unusually decisive in his killing.

The equally ruthless demon king was amused and looked at Shuugo with a fascination.

Forget it.

Shugo, go ahead and try if you want. These foolish humans don't necessarily have to be killed.

Muzan thought to himself with amusement.

Moreover, he had another little scheme in mind.

Shugo and Muzan stayed behind for the time being, waiting for their ritual arrangements to be completed.

Muzan also participated with great interest in writing mythological stories based on himself, and he was very picky about them.

He was very dissatisfied with the simple altar set up by the villagers, and with a wave of his hand, he directly donated a lot of supplies, striving to make the altar luxurious enough to match his status as the progenitor of demons.

The villagers, driven by the ghosts like sheep, hurriedly built the altar.

Wolf Ghost secretly looked at the villagers with the same expression he used when looking at plump lambs, and swallowed hard.

The villagers, feeling a chill run down their spines, worked even harder.

Three months later.

Muzan looked at the temple with an extremely critical eye and gave his evaluation.

"Just give it a try."

Hiiragi holds his forehead.

This past month has been incredibly difficult, especially for the villagers.

If he hadn't repeatedly persuaded his wife, she probably would have built a castle tower here. These people have already done their best; they are just ordinary people whose building skills are limited to earthen houses.

His wife must be the most annoying client in the world.

Huh? What does "client daddy" mean?

Shugo was stunned for a moment, racking his brains but still unable to recall his past memories.

"Let's hurry up and leave." Shuugo shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it.

This place was really embarrassing for him.

Making your own statue for others to admire is too awkward, but Muzan seems to have adapted well to it.

The shrine houses two statues, one male and one female, made to resemble real people.

The male statues are robust and resemble gods from Greek mythology, showcasing the strength and beauty of the male physique.

The female statue is extremely beautiful, and the gloomy and eerie atmosphere born from the darkness is vividly portrayed.

Both statues were made hastily under Muzan's stern authority, forced upon Shugo.

Hiiragi wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Muzan was very satisfied with the two statues.

After the group of supervisors finally left, stories of a ghostly couple began to circulate in the village.

Legend has it that a man and a woman fell in love. The handsome man and beautiful woman received the blessings of those around them (the cheap father, Ren Guang, and Ru Yue Ji: ???) and got married. Their married life was quite happy.

Many loving details are omitted in the middle.

Later, the husband in this couple was murdered by a jealous villain (Emperor of Emo: ???), and the wife was heartbroken. She decided to find a way to resurrect her beloved husband.

So the wife, resolute in her decision to die, entered the underworld, enduring suffering to become a ghost or spirit.

She gained power and immortality, and also the method of resurrection.

A living person's heart and all their blood.

The spirits believed that the blood of a living person was insufficient and could not enter her husband's body.

Therefore, the spirits chose their own heart and blood.

The ghost dug up the husband's corpse and replaced it with its own heart and blood.

A corpse is still a corpse; resurrection takes time.

The spirits took the body away, preserved it in a coffin, brought it back to their dwelling, and began an endless wait.

While waiting, the spirits took revenge on the villain, causing him to be devoured by a horde of demons. He would be restored the next day and be eaten day after day, without end.

After waiting for a long time, the ghosts and spirits finally saw their husbands awaken again.

The monster couple continued their happy life.

Incidentally, the author of this story is Muzan Kibutsuji.

Shugo has a sense of shame; he wouldn't do such a thing, nor could he write about it, since he's lost his memory.