Demon Progenitor Development Project

Shugo brought Muzan back to the Edo Castle Evergreen Merchant Guild's base.

Upon seeing Jinguang, Shugo gave the order as was his custom.

"Rinko, go and inform all the demons to prepare for the hunt. Nakime will be responsible for delivering them to their destination."

"Put some hot water on the stove, I want to take a bath."

Shugo frowned. His innocent and naive self didn't have any germaphobia, and now he was a corpse. Thinking of this, Shugo suddenly felt dirty all over, which made him feel nauseous.

Ren Guang was taken aback. That familiar tone, that familiar format, and that familiar obsessive-compulsive disorder...

"Lord Shugo, have you regained your memories?"

Hiiragi nodded indifferently.

One of the side effects of achieving harmony between man and nature is extreme emotional calmness, with an inner heart as cold and ruthless as someone who has been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years.

Muzan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died, completely dead. His heart was ice-cold, and only one thought filled his mind.

It's over!

Muzan had anticipated this after Shugo's unusual behavior.

Muzan: He hasn't had enough fun yet. Give the naive and innocent Shugo back to him!

"Lord Hiiragi, Tsukihiko took advantage of your amnesia..." Jinguang, looking triumphant, immediately began to complain.

“I know,” Hiiragi interrupted Jinko’s rambling.

"Go do the work, and also bring the stones that were left behind."

Ren Guang was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and immediately agreed.

Amidst cheers and shouts of "I'm not learning anymore!", the ghosts set out.

Shugo temporarily resides in his residence in Edo Castle.

It's obvious that the Infinite City now is full of ghosts.

Not all of those ghosts are hygienic; some live like savages.

It was almost dawn, not exactly the right time for hunting, but the demon was still very excited, like a student charging into battle at mealtime.

Piles of corpses were thrown into the Infinite City, filling the entire city with sounds that made even ghosts drool.

Nakime threw the body into the room next to where Shugo was...

Unable to face the demons in the Infinite Castle, Muzan hurriedly jumped out of Shugo's arms. The lump of flesh grew limp tentacles and walked slowly toward the corpse, turning back every few steps.

Shugo: ...What, you expect me to drag you over there?

After looking back repeatedly, Muzan gave up. The whole lump of flesh looked incredibly aggrieved, and his back view was utterly desolate.

Shugo: Indifferent face

Shugo carefully examined the stone heart. Every dose of medicine Muzan took was added to this heart-shaped stone fragment by the doctor.

Is this really a stone?

With his eyes vacant, Shugo, now in a state of perfect harmony with nature, stares at the stone heart, which contains blood vessels, a diaphragm, and other internal structures.

This is basically a heart!

There is still a very weak activity remaining in the heart center.

After a moment's thought, Shugo went to the next room to fetch some fresh flesh and blood.

Since they are capable of creating creatures like ghosts, there is a high probability that they also crave flesh and blood.

???

Because of the pile of corpses, the whole room reeked of blood, and people these days didn't have that kind of stench, causing Shugo, who had just opened the door, to furrow his brow slightly.

Suppressing his nausea, Shugo entered the room, only to find a pile of corpses, not Muzan. He sensed Muzan's presence hiding among the corpses.

"Muzan, what are you doing?"

Is she avoiding him?

Shugo didn't understand, what was Muzan throwing a tantrum about?

The hidden chunk of flesh, Muzan, was in a depressed mood.

With the survival crisis behind him and the fear gone, the prideful Ghost King discovered just how ugly he had become!

That writhing mass of flesh and blood was so ugly, so ugly!

Muzan Kibutsuji despises himself!

Muzan is vain, clean, and beautiful. He always dresses up beautifully before going out. Such a beauty-conscious person simply cannot accept his current ugly appearance.

What's more, it's in front of his beloved—no, demon—Muzan's mentality is about to crack again.

Suddenly feeling inferior, Muzan refused to see Shuuga anymore.

Because Shugo is also a sucker for good looks.

A red line emerged from the pile of corpses, then traced the words in the air: "I'm alright."

fine?

Why are you hiding and avoiding people if there's nothing wrong with you?

Shugo pondered for a moment, putting himself in Muzan's shoes, and then thinking about what Muzan had done to his corpse...

Shugo's lips twitched, and he asked, "You... don't want me to see you like this?"

Muzan's arrogant yet insecure personality is very likely to be a factor.

Upon hearing this, the red thread trembled, and the words instantly distorted, confirming Shugo's thoughts.

Muzan, hidden in the pile of corpses, had his entire mass of flesh shrunk up tightly.

He was no longer the weak human Yueyan; he was now the progenitor of all demons, the ruler of all ghosts. He was no longer weak or frail.

He no longer needed to feel so insecure, only able to beg for the other party's pity and protection.

He's become stronger; he can now protect himself.

Why did it still turn out like this?

Not only was he hacked half to death by humans in front of his beloved, but he also ended up in such a disgraceful state...

Shugo watched as the trembling red threads suddenly retracted, and after thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and forcibly pulled the lump of flesh out of the pile of corpses.

The fleshy mass even grew tentacles, clinging desperately to the corpse, refusing to give in even at the cost of its life, and relentlessly burrowing deeper into the pile of bodies.

The scene looked very K-pop.

To an uninformed person, it would appear as if this unidentifiable, fleshy creature were frantically devouring a corpse, and that humans were desperately trying to stop it!

After a long stalemate, Muzan finally gave up.

The dejected Muzan was limply held in Shugo's hand. Looking at the fleshy mass that had grown many times larger in front of him, Shugo said his true feelings: It's definitely uglier now!

The fleshy mass looked even more horrifying after it had eaten its fill. The whole mass resembled a red leech that had sucked its fill, with swollen blood vessels visible on its surface, crisscrossing over each other.

"Can't you turn into human form now?" Shugo asked, no longer looking at Muzan, as his eyes hurt.

I have no idea how this lump of flesh, which doesn't even have eyes, can observe anything.

As if sensing its disgust, the fleshy mass trembled and deflated completely, shakily forming words with red lines, or rather, the veins on its surface—No!

As the explanations unfolded, Shugo gradually came to understand that the damage from the Crimson Blade was extremely effective against demons, and that Yoriichi Tsugikuni's damage to Muzan was extremely difficult to heal. Muzan's much-vaunted self-healing ability was practically rendered useless.

It doesn't work at all.

Muzan, who was afraid of pain, had long since modified his body through his own shapeshifting ability, thus losing the sense of pain. However, the wounds created by the Crimson Blade caused him intense pain.

Shugo rubbed his temples, eager to study the mysterious stone heart, and forgot about this matter.

The essence of the khaki is extremely high-quality solar energy.

Although he was also injured, Shugo was unharmed because he subconsciously expelled the solar energy that had been trapped in his body through the power of the unity of heaven and man.

The unity of heaven and humanity means that the "one" cannot tolerate the "two" of solar energy.

The unity of heaven and man, in a sense, is borrowing the power of the world, or rather, authority. Guiding energy is one of them, as was the spiritual vision in the past.

Having lived as a soul for a long time, even after acquiring a physical body, one can still use spiritual vision. However, to observe other abilities, one must continue to activate the unity of heaven and man.

Only when you can perceive it can you proceed to the next step.

Hiiragi followed the same method, transferring the solar energy from Muzan's body.

It doesn't hurt anymore!

To his surprise, Muzan discovered that the burning pain in his wounds had disappeared, and the wounds had returned to normal.

He quickly digested the human flesh inside his body, but the injuries inflicted by the Crimson Blade hindered his absorption ability and efficiency.

The lump of flesh quickly deflated, but its volume increased.

Muzan continued to eat excitedly; at this rate, he would recover soon!

Seeing this, Shugo thought for a moment, touched the fleshy mass, which was soft and very bouncy, and comforted it in a very serious tone.

"You look pretty good like this, you look delicious."

The no longer swollen mass of meat looks like sliced ​​pork belly from the market.

When you think of pork belly, you think of braised pork, steamed pork with rice flour, crispy pork belly...

Alas! All those delicious foods are now far removed from him.

Hiiragi sighed.

Meatball Muzan: ...Σ(°△°|||)︴

Seeing the appetite in Shuuga's eyes, Muzan shuddered.

He remembered that Hiiragi only drank his blood to survive.

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In a moment of fear that he would be eaten even faster by Muzan, he wanted to recover quickly and return to human form!

Hiiragi took some flesh and blood back to continue studying the stone heart.

Fresh flesh and blood were placed on the stone core.

The still relatively active blood gradually flowed from the stone core to the tabletop.

Time passed slowly, and the stone heart under Shuugo's icy gaze absorbed flesh and blood at an extremely slow pace.

It's like someone who has been starving for a long time can only eat liquid food to restore their digestive function.

Shugo's eyes narrowed slightly, and many guesses arose in his mind.

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Regarding the previous chapter, some people still don't quite understand it, so let me summarize it again: After Shugo died, he became a ghost and drifted around. Because of the high-dimensional soul characteristics of transmigrators, he was much freer than the local soul and was not easily worn down and disappeared. It was also because of this that the world assimilated Shugo.

If we consider the world as a nation, then Shugo is an unregistered individual. The assimilation process is like registering him. The world does not tolerate foreigners.

The process is brutal, essentially turning an adult with decades of memories into a chubby, white baby.

Don't expect the world to be gentle; it doesn't have that concept. This article assumes it doesn't have a personality; it's just executing a program (instinct).

Babies are much easier to raise than adults, so hurry up and get them clean! —World

The reason for regaining his memories is that Shugo's physical body is that of a local native and is registered, or in other words, Shugo had local registration (physical body) while alive, but not after death.

The physical body itself stores memories, but not all of them, especially memories of past lives. If the soul's memories are lost, they can be retrieved from the brain, much like the difference between local and cloud files.

Memories from this life are like local memories, stored in the physical body, while memories from past lives are like cloud memories, most of which have already been lost.