Demon Progenitor Development Project

The mother and son, both ghosts, ultimately parted on bad terms.

Yang Tai strolled calmly up the long spiral staircase, his gaze fixed on the strange and mysterious Infinite City.

Gravity is reversed, and direction is distorted.

"Hey! Yota, how's your mom?" Yota's familiar ghost—the young girl ghost—asked.

"The same as always, Kim."

The young ghost, Jin, turned to the ghost behind her and said, "Yay! I won! Remember, Qing, you owe me a bottle of rare blood."

The male ghost who looked remarkably like a frog cursed from behind.

Yang Tai understood; those two guys had made a bet about his mother.

"It's been so long, and your mother still hasn't accepted reality?"

"They actually consider themselves human?"

Several ghosts came up and surrounded Yang Tai, talking to him.

They were all quite curious, as none of them had any relatives who had become ghosts together.

Yang Tai just smiled and didn't say anything, occasionally offering a few perfunctory words.

After the ghosts dispersed, Jin quietly found Yang Tai.

"You'd better be careful about your mother's situation; there might be some action from above."

Jinhe, like a thief, leaned close to Yangtai's ear and whispered.

Yang Tai looked relaxed and nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, Tamayo walked back to her research room in a daze.

Since she was assigned here, she has been researching how to change the cannibalistic desires of ghosts and how to transform ghosts into humans. Although the latter has not yielded any results for many years, she still has a steady supply of resources.

Tamayo thought that the so-called Demon King was also disgusted by cannibalism and was one of her kind of "people," but what about the rare blood farm?

Is it really just for nourishing rare blood?

When this thing appeared, Tamayo couldn't believe it.

But what can she do?

betray?

escape?

How could someone betray or escape when their life was in the hands of the Ghost King?

Tamayo stared blankly at her handwritten manuscript, her eyes filled with struggle.

*

When faced with Tamayo's question, Shugo's answer was, of course, more than that!

Doma's comical death from food poisoning served as a stark reminder of the importance of food safety for Shugo.

What is the cleanest food?

Of course it's from our own family!

It not only nourishes rare blood types, but also humans.

If it's just about large-scale farming, then using the limited land in Infinite City isn't really worthwhile.

Find a village deep in the mountains and forests, and use blood demon magic to conceal it, such as by creating a thick fog.

They isolated the village from the outside world and secretly controlled the respected village elders.

A breeding farm is now complete!

Shugo now understands why horror stories are often set in remote areas.

It’s so useful!

It makes it very convenient to sever ties with human civilization.

*

When Shugo saw the brought-back Masui, his lips twitched. What was this? The pull of fate?

Didn't he already tell Muzan not to increase the number of demons arbitrarily?

In response, Muzan retorted, "You went out of your way to bring back a Doma, so what if I bring back one too?"

At least this guy, whom he named Jade Pot, looked ugly in his demon form and posed no threat whatsoever.

Unlike that guy, Douma!

They're always coming up to ask all sorts of questions.

They seemed to have forgotten that Doma was not only looking at Shuuga, but also at him, the progenitor of demons.

Doma, brimming with enthusiasm: How interesting, a love story between two demons! Are you really in love? Huh? Is it forced love?

Muzan grinds his teeth.

Shugo could tell what Muzan was thinking just by looking at his expression, and he had a terrible headache.

Every time Doma came to see him, Muzan would get his revenge in bed.

Shugo held down Muzan's restless hand as he reached down, and the two demons stared at each other.

Muzan's gaze was frank and straightforward.

Hiiragi was filled with helplessness.

Muzan, what do you take me for?

Having you is bad enough for me, and now you want another heartless and emotionless Doma?

He can't bear it!

Hiiragi, suffering from a stomach ache, sheds tears in the wind!

Muzan wasn't one to give up easily, and he started groping downwards again, but Shugo pressed him down once more.

Reluctantly, Hiiragi had no choice but to step forward and kiss him.

"Boom~"

Muzan paused for a moment, then a look of joy quickly spread across his face. He stopped reaching down tentatively and instead happily rubbed his cheek against Shugo's, indicating that he wanted more.

Another pop.

The ever-greedy Muzan could not be satisfied and took the initiative to cling to her.

This is the first time Shugo has taken the initiative since regaining his memories.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

……

Exhausted, Shugo barely managed to retain his bedmate after signing a series of unequal treaties.

After that, whenever he saw Douma, he felt a stomachache, and his lips hurt even more.

"You have time to go out and donate blood, but why don't you help me with the paperwork?" Shugo said quietly, sounding like a corporate slave who had been exploited for many years.

After years of being a couch potato, Muzan turns around and asks, "Who wants to do the work?"

Having just returned from America, Shugo is faced with a mountain of documents. How could he possibly let Muzan, a ready-made source of labor, pass him by! You're involved in all these industries too!

America is pretty good!

At least his integration progress has improved considerably. (It's common knowledge that the colonists did some... well, you know. Shugo used his Blood Demon Art to scavenge throughout the Americas, absorbing a lot of life force.)

The only side effect is that everything looks white to Shugo now.

In addition, Shugo has been instructing his forces to collect red stones, but so far they have not found the Super Aja Red Stone.

They've acquired quite a few Stone Masks. (Katz made many masks; the Stone Masks aren't a one-of-a-kind.)