Demon Progenitor Development Project

The next day, Shugo invited a cat owner from the city.

The other party brought quite a few cats, some short-haired, some long-haired, some short-legged, some long-legged, and all beautiful cats with different fur colors.

The ground was covered in fluffy fur, and soft meows echoed continuously.

Hiiragi touched this, then touched that.

His face showed obvious distress.

"How about we take them both?"

Hiiragi hesitated.

The cat owner's eyes lit up immediately—what a huge business opportunity! If this big customer bought them all, he wouldn't have to worry about what to do with the cats for the next few years.

They've already developed a bond with the animal, so naturally they can't bear to kill it.

Ultimately, keeping cats is something only the wealthy do, and Ciwu City isn't exactly a hub for the rich; the market has long been saturated.

"No," Muzan said coldly.

You can only choose one cat.

“We can afford to raise a few more,” Shugo retorted.

"One."

Muzan's expression remained unchanged, but his voice grew even more chilling.

Seeing Muzan's expression, Shugo finally gave in.

"Okay, one it is."

Shugo is having trouble making a decision.

Just then, a little black cat with blue eyes rolled over and landed at his feet. It got up and meowed sweetly at him, its voice both sweet and endearing, and kept rubbing against his palm.

Shugo was charmed by the sweetness!

"Just him!"

Then came the straightforward payment process.

The cat owner looked at the black cat and wondered, "Do I even have a black cat?"

Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore.

The cat owner watched the aristocratic couple leave, then packed up his cat and left as well.

Shugo stroked his newly acquired black cat while watching his wife's expression, hesitant to speak, yet still wanting to.

"What do you want to say?"

Feeling bewildered by the stares, Muzan asked directly.

"I originally thought you wouldn't let me keep a cat, Ningning."

Hiiragi thought to himself, "With the way you seem to want to occupy all my time and space, how can I possibly spare my energy for other people, oh no, for the cat?"

"It's just a cat."

Muzan glanced at the black cat in Shuugo's arms and said meaningfully, "You'd better take good care of it. This cat looks very affectionate."

"of course!"

Shugo said happily, "We need to give the cat a name first."

Muzan suddenly remembered the rustic names of those cats from the past.

For example, Dahei, Xiaobai, Ahua, Daju...

Muzan felt a chill run down his spine and was about to speak when he heard...

"Let's call him Little Black!"

Little Kibutsuji Muzan (Black): ...

The black cat, nicknamed Xiao Hei, meowed repeatedly, slapping the stupid two-legged creature that was slapping itself with its pink-padded paws.

"I think this cat doesn't like its name."

Muzan, with both sincerity and firmness, decided on the name: "Let's call it Xuanjie."

Upon hearing its name, the little black cat stopped meowing.

Shugo stared at the cat, muttering, "Okay, but I still think the name 'Kuro' is vivid and expressive, and its size and color match perfectly... Ah!!"

Pinch Shuugo's waist, Muzan smiled and said, "Are you not satisfied with the name I gave you?"

His tone was very kind.

Survival radar immediately lit up, and even though Shugo had lost his memory, he still let out a genuine howl.

"Ningning is absolutely right!"

……

Inside Nara Castle.

Ginjiro stood on the high ground, gazing silently at the brightly lit and bustling Nara Castle at night.

Dressed in a neat and appropriate outfit, he slowly stepped into the bustling flower street.

As soon as he entered the red-light district, a familiar yet strong scent of perfume hit him, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible stench, which surged into his nostrils like an undercurrent.

The mixed aura made Ginjiro squint his eyes slightly.

But he still wore his signature frivolous smile, just like the other customers around him, and calmly continued walking deeper into the red-light district.

This flower street is built along the winding riverbank, with exquisite flower houses arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner along the river.

These flower houses have a unique architectural style; although small and exquisite, they have a special charm.

The turbid river water flows continuously, making a crisp and pleasant sound as the waves ripple.

The dark water surface is like a giant mirror, clearly reflecting the lights shining from the flower houses on the shore, creating a beautiful, dreamlike scene.

Ginjiro calmly surveyed the surrounding flower shops.

On the second-floor corridor of the flower shop, a group of heavily made-up and brightly dressed prostitutes noticed Ginjiro's gaze.

They immediately broke into radiant smiles, their eyes sparkling with endless charm and allure. Their soft, melodious voices seemed to drip with water as they gently called out to Ginjiro, trying to entice him into their rooms.

Ginjiro withdrew his gaze and turned to the shadows in the corner, where the figures of a few children occasionally flashed by.

These children moved silently through the crowd like ghosts, their eyes fixed on Ginjiro, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Ginjiro was already used to this kind of situation.

All of this felt so familiar to him, as if it were yesterday.

He knew these children's thoughts all too well. They were secretly assessing whether Ginjiro was an easy target.

Most of these children were actually born to courtesans. As for who their fathers were?

Perhaps even the prostitutes themselves couldn't say for sure, because it could have been any customer who had ever patronized the place.

Of course, among them were also homeless children from the neighborhood and children from poor families.

Due to the harsh living conditions and malnutrition, most of these children look haggard and are not good-looking.

However, if a child is handsome, he is likely to be noticed by the madam of the brothel and kept and carefully trained to become a courtesan who serves certain distinguished guests with special tastes.

But what about the children who aren't particularly good-looking?

Most prostitutes are simply unwilling to spend the effort to raise them; they find it exhausting to support themselves.

Thus, these poor children were forced to rely on their own strength to struggle for survival in this cruel world. And theft became one of their few means of survival.

For short thieves like them, such a large flow of people every night is like a field to be harvested at will.

The flower shop serves alcohol.

It's all about indiscriminate sex after drinking.

Drunk customers and customers who have just finished drinking are often slowed down and become weak, making them easy targets for theft.

The goals are also very important.

They don't target nobles or wealthy merchants; they only target powerless clients.

The stolen goods are first supplied to the leader of the theft gang, who then hands them over to his protectors.

Otherwise, these children would never have been able to steal in the red-light district.

In the red-light district, courtesans were divided into different classes, and so were children.

This is the ecosystem of Flower Street.

Ginjiro quickly sensed that the gazes had disappeared.