Hehehe...

"Hehehe..."

Muzan sat on the wooden floor, staring at the thing in his hand with a foolish grin.

After laughing for a while, Muzan put on an act, coughed twice, and composed his expression.

"Restraint. I need restraint."

"Hehehe..."

The moment he finished speaking, Muzan could not help but laugh foolishly again. A Blue Spider Lily!

So much for the power of the plot. See?

It had still ended up in his hands!

After careful artificial cultivation, Muzan had obtained a blooming Blue Spider Lily. To prevent any interference from Half-Demons or that possibly nonexistent power of the plot, he hardened his heart and decided to consume it directly.

There was only one flower, after all. He could not bear to let anyone else eat it!

Tamayo sat some distance away from him, watching him expressionlessly.

Nakime remained in her usual spot, head lowered as she held her biwa, ready to act at once should anything go wrong.

Kokushibo had also come over to watch the excitement, though he stood by the railing some distance from Muzan in case of an accident.

Muzan looked at Tamayo and forced his expression back into seriousness.

"I'm going to eat it. If anything happens, make sure you save me."

With a grave, almost solemn expression, Muzan held the Blue Spider Lily as though terrified it might disappear. He did not even dare wash it. He carefully brought it to his mouth, then suddenly froze, lowered his hand, and turned to the people before him.

"If I turn human, you won't kill me without mercy, right?"

Tamayo, Nakime, and Kokushibo: "..."

You really were being incredibly cautious.

Seeing their reactions, Muzan raised the Blue Spider Lily toward his mouth again, only for his movements to freeze once more as he looked at them.

"I really won't turn human or die after eating this, right?"

"Fine, fine. I'll eat it."

Seeing their speechless expressions, as if asking whether he had no idea himself, Muzan stopped wasting time. The Blue Spider Lily would not bloom for long.

Besides, he knew full well that he most likely would not turn human or die.

After all, over the past several centuries, both Muzan himself and the original Scum Boss had researched plenty of relevant materials. Combined with his foreknowledge from the original story and Nezuko's situation as a reference, he could basically be certain that nothing would happen.

Taking a deep breath, Muzan made up his mind and swallowed the Blue Spider Lily in one bite.

He chewed twice, savoring the taste.

"Ugh—"

Muzan's face immediately scrunched up. It was numb and astringent, with an indescribable flavor—like rust, insecticide, gasoline, rot...

All sorts of indescribable tastes rushed into his mouth at once.

That taste filled his entire mouth, as though his throat had been pierced straight through by the harsh flavor. His whole body was miserable.

But before the taste faded, an intense burning sensation spread from his stomach and intestines throughout his entire body. The wounds Yoriichi had carved into him hurt even more.

Muzan's expression became even more pained, twisted into something terrifying.

He kept curling up. His crimson pupils and black-red nails, which had originally been concealed, emerged uncontrollably. His sharp nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, while veins bulged across the backs of his hands, his neck, and everywhere else. The pounding of his seven hearts became especially loud and frantic.

The bone whips and tube whips from his back, waist, and legs all burst out as well, thrashing madly. The surrounding wooden pillars and floorboards were shredded like paper as he tried to ease the agonizing pain.

Tamayo hurriedly retreated. Muzan's tube whips would not care about anything right now; one accidental graze would be the end of her. Moreover, his heartbeat made all three of them uncomfortable, as though their own hearts were being dragged into an unbearable rhythm.

The floor was clawed into a depression beneath him, and Muzan's teeth ground with creaking sounds.

His consciousness grew somewhat hazy. He only felt as if he had been submerged in a scorching volcano, every cell surrounded by searing heat.

Time became incomparably long.

It felt like a day, a month, a year, even decades, before Muzan finally collapsed groggily onto the floor.

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As his consciousness gradually returned, Muzan struggled to open his eyes and stared at the ceiling, unchanged from before he had passed out.

He checked his body. The pain had completely faded, and the wounds Yoriichi had left on him had vanished as well. His tube whips and bone whips still hung limply across the wooden floor.

He had not become weaker.

Muzan relaxed. The tube whips and bone whips, which had poked a bunch of holes in his clothes when they emerged, retracted into his body. He climbed up from the floor and saw Nakime kneeling in her old spot with her biwa in her arms. Tamayo and Kokushibo had already left.

Because they were afraid that moving him would cause some kind of accident, no one had touched him. They had simply left him lying on the floor.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"My lord, one day."

"Only one day?"

Muzan was somewhat surprised. How had it only been one day?

If someone had told him it had been a year, he would not have been surprised.

Maybe the pain had been too intense, making time feel much longer. After all, he still remembered how getting an injection as a child had made a few seconds feel incredibly long.

Muzan straightened his hole-riddled clothes, anticipation and excitement rising in his heart. "Nakime."

At his words, Nakime lightly plucked a string on her biwa.

Twang—

Muzan appeared in the home where he lived. After changing into a new set of clothes, he took a deep breath.

This had to work!

Muzan opened the window a crack, saw sunlight streaming in from outside, and cautiously extended a hand to feel it...

It did not hurt!

Muzan grew bolder and opened the window fully, stretching one hand out beneath the sun...

Completely unharmed!

He really was no longer afraid of sunlight!!!

Muzan instantly lost all sense and jumped straight out the window. Sunlight spilled across the body that had not seen the sun in over five hundred years, and long-forgotten warmth seeped from the daylight into his skin.

It had been over a hundred years!

Over a hundred years!

He had finally seen the sun again!

"I'm alive again!!!"

Muzan spread his arms, raised his head, stared directly into the sun, and shouted.

Even if staring at it made his eyes hurt, he could recover anyway.

Stare directly at the sun?

Easy peasy~

"Hehehe..."

Muzan could not help laughing foolishly. "I'm invincible now. Truly invincible! No one can kill me anymore!"

Honestly, ever since he had transmigrated here, his fear of sunlight had always been Muzan's biggest source of anxiety. In the original story, Muzan had been burned to death by sunlight, so he had never truly felt secure. Even if no one could defeat him, that weakness made it impossible for him to rest easy.

But now, after consuming the Blue Spider Lily, not only was he no longer afraid of sunlight, he was no longer afraid of red blades either.

Red blades relied on high temperatures, and apparently the Blue Spider Lily had eliminated that weakness along with his weakness to sunlight.

He still could not defeat Yoriichi now, but Yoriichi could no longer harm him either.

All sorts of reckless ideas surfaced in his mind.

But those ideas could wait. He, Muzan, was going to bask in the sun now!

He sprawled comfortably in a rocking chair, letting the sunlight shine down on him. Muzan felt absolutely wonderful.

Not long afterward, Tamayo, having learned that Muzan had awakened, rushed over.

"My lord, give me some blood. I need to study it."

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