Demon Progenitor Development Project

Three days later, Yoriichi planned to go to the nearby Kono Castle.

The village was not well-stocked, so whenever he had spare money, he would go to the city to bring back some supplies for his wife and daughter.

The old man at the village entrance, wiping his sweat from his hoe, squinted at the red-haired man about to leave the village and greeted him.

"It's Yoriichi. Are we going to the city again?"

Yuan nodded slightly.

He wasn't a talkative person, so he didn't say much and walked straight out.

The old man glanced at Yuan Yi with a mixture of envy and jealousy, gripped his hoe tightly, and continued farming.

That little girl, Shi, is really lucky!

When Shi's parents passed away, the old man thought they wouldn't survive. It would be too difficult for a girl who was just over ten years old to live on her own.

If it weren't for the brothers of Shi's parents going out to stop them, they would have been captured by those damned people and sold into prostitution long ago.

It's impossible for a village to function without a man to support the family.

Everyone felt sorry for Shi, but no one offered to help.

An epidemic was raging in the village, and no family was well-off. Who would be kind enough to take a little girl home and raise her, since she wasn't a son?

The poem later also mentions a ten-year-old boy.

At the time, everyone thought Shi had lost her mind! She was actually using the little food left in the house to support a stranger of unknown origin.

Aren't you afraid of wasting your time?

Everyone privately mocked Shi's foolish actions.

Who would have thought?

This boy named Yoriichi was capable; he single-handedly supported his family.

After Shi and Yoriichi got married, their lives got better and better, almost surpassing everyone else in the village, making the villagers envious and jealous.

After that, all the samurai gentlemen who carried swords came to ask Yoriichi to be their master.

Yoriichi is really something else.

*

Furuno Castle, Izakaya.

In the bustling crowd, that "person" stood out, like a drop of ink on a blank sheet of paper.

At least that was true for Yoriichi.

What a strange body! And a fatal wound on the chest?

No, it looks more like a moving corpse.

The thought crossed Yoriichi's mind.

Perhaps it was the prolonged gaze that caught the other person's attention.

The other person looked up at him.

Shugo sat in the izakaya, annoyed by the strong smell of cheap alcohol and the stench of people, which gave the Shiki a headache.

This made the ghoul, who originally came to drown his sorrows in alcohol, even more agitated.

Oh, he forgot that he couldn't taste the alcohol at all.

Hiiragi could only watch as the samurai got completely drunk.

As for why Shugo came here?

There isn't a guy like Muzan who's practically a personal spirit yet?

That's because Shugo and his wife had a fight.

(In this world, even the happiest marriage will have two hundred thoughts of divorce and fifty thoughts of strangling each other in a lifetime—The Laws of Happy Marriage)

The reason is that Shugo finally couldn't stand Muzan's encroachment on his privacy and time.

As a ghoul who doesn't need to excrete, his wife is truly able to keep an eye on him 24/7.

"Can you give me some privacy?" Shugo said to his wife very carefully.

Shugo had already sensed something was amiss; his wife, whom he had lost and then found again, was very sensitive in this regard.

As expected, Muzan exploded.

"Why? Why are you leaving me?" Muzan bombarded Shugo with a barrage of questions.

"No, I just want to be alone for a while." Shugo rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated.

"We've always been together, haven't we? Why do you want to be alone?" Muzan didn't understand.

They've been living like this for almost a year now.

Why did this change occur at this time?

Muzan hates change the most, because change always comes so quickly and suddenly, catching him off guard.

The two started arguing.

After arguing for a while, Shugo finally lost his patience and said something that struck at the heart of the matter.

"You can read minds, right? I simply cannot accept that my bedmate can read my mind at any time."

Who would want a wife who knows what her husband is thinking all the time?

Shugo knew that Muzan could read minds, and then he thought about how Muzan always managed to precisely avoid or point out his needs.

Hiiragi Go was not stupid, so he naturally had some guesses.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Shugo regretted them; he had spoken too harshly.

However, words spoken cannot be taken back, and Shugo, out of pride, stubbornly resists Muzan.

At that time, his wife's expression was particularly twisted and terrifying, like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

Shugo once felt that the other party was trying to bite him to death, swallow him whole, and digest him completely.

Shugo and Muzan eventually parted on bad terms.

After the argument, Shugo left the caravan alone and wandered around Kono Castle.

Finally, we arrived at this quiet izakaya (Japanese pub) amidst the hustle and bustle.

It looks like someone is watching him?

Shugo looked up and saw a tall man with red hair and a single ponytail, who had a red mark on his left temple.

it's wired.

This person is completely unaware?

Hiiragi couldn't help but stare at the red-haired girl with a single ponytail.

If it weren't for the fact that his retina showed him as a person, Shugo would have thought that the person didn't exist.

Its presence is almost indistinguishable from roadside stones and weeds; it completely disappears from our perception!

It seems like it would be perfect for playing basketball?

Shugo skillfully ignored the unknown words that suddenly popped into his mind and waved to the other person.

One in white and one in red, sitting opposite each other with a clear distinction between them.

A bowl of murky wine was served.

The human and the ghost both had a very strange first impression of each other.

The useless tacit understanding has increased.

"Are you a monster?" Yuan asked expressionlessly.

Looking at the other person's completely puzzled eyes, Shugo thought to himself, "You really know how to talk."

That tone, that expression, it really does sound like a provocation.

"No, you're the monster, aren't you? I can't sense you at all!" Shugo retorted without any politeness.

"I am not a monster, I am Yoriichi, I am a human." Yoriichi answered the question very seriously.

"You're really strange," Shuugo retorted. "How do I look like a monster?"

“I think you’re like a moving corpse, but a corpse doesn’t move.” Yoriichi explained his thoughts very seriously.

Yoriichi was indeed very serious, because in his understanding, only the Blood Demon Art of demons could produce such an effect.

However, this "person" had clear eyes and was obviously conscious of his own, and his gaze towards the people around him showed no appetite.

Instead, it exudes an aura of annoyance.

The patrons who were eavesdropping looked at the two men with a bewildered expression, their gaze shifting to the wine glasses on their table.

How many cups are there?

Are you drunk already?

Shugo was startled when he heard Yoriichi's words.

Where did you come from, the sweeping monk or the reclusive master?

I just stepped out the door and I already ran into this?

Shugo looked at Yoriichi with a surprised expression.

"You're absolutely right. How did you figure that out?"

Yoriichi: "I could tell just by looking at it."

Hiiragi:……

After a long silence, Shugo finally realized that this person wasn't deliberately mocking him.

“Tell me in detail,” Hiiragi said, intrigued.

Yoriichi explained the transparent world.

Shugo readily accepted the concept; after all, ghosts exist, so it's not surprising that humans possess some superpowers.

"You were born with this ability? You're quite amazing. This ability would be very convenient for fighting or as a doctor." Shugo pondered the uses of the Transparent World.