Douma Runs to the Entertainment District

The newcomer was an ordinary human, just a gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper, an ordinary human, was stared at by four demons simultaneously. Even if he didn't know they were all demons, he inexplicably felt a sense of fear.

But it only lasted for a moment. He thought it was just the awkwardness of being stared at by multiple people. When he came to his senses, he noticed Lord Douma was there, smiling unpleasantly at him, and quickly said, "Lord Douma."

At the Yae Pharmaceutical Company, it was well known that although Lord Douma was always smiling and Lord Akaza always looked displeased, Akaza was actually easier to talk to.

Douma's smile always felt fake, a little scary.

After greeting Douma, the gatekeeper looked at Akaza and said with a worried tone:

"There's a small child kneeling at the entrance begging for medicine, saying they need to save their mother."

Upon hearing this, Akaza instinctively thought of how he himself had once knelt before others begging for medicine to save his father, only to be ruthlessly thrown out, sometimes even beaten.

A wave of emotion washed over him, and he said, "Take me there."

The gatekeeper seemed relieved. He also wanted to help the child, but he was truly powerless, so he quickly led the way.

Muzan curiously followed.

Douma wanted to follow, but Akaza glared at him, forcing him to stop.

Douma: Whimper, whimper~

So what if you don't want me to follow? Why the glare?

The gatekeeper practically ran with the two of them to a side entrance. A small, emaciated child in tattered clothes was kneeling on the ground. His unkempt hair drooped, partially covering his face, but the tear stains on the ground, still not dry, showed he had been crying recently.

Hearing the commotion, he looked up and saw them. Like seeing a lifeline, he quickly shuffled forward on his knees, kowtowing and crying:

"Please, have mercy and save my mother! She's dying!"

Akaza bent down, grabbed his arm, and helped him up. "Don't worry, come inside."

Muzan looked around. Because it was a side entrance, there were hardly any people. He had to admit, the child was quite sensible.

If it were the main entrance, while he might have exploited the sympathy of the crowd, perhaps there would have been a sliver of hope to force them to help him, but what the consequences would be was uncertain.

After all, saving one person meant saving countless others; no one wanted to set that precedent.

But in a place like this, with few people, it wouldn't affect more.

Although he might be directly ignored or even encounter danger, undeniably, it made a good impression.

Perhaps the child had learned beforehand that the people at Yae Pharmaceutical Company were more compassionate?

Muzan was very confident in what Akaza would do, so he didn't follow them inside.

At this moment, he was attracted by something Douma was looking at.

After finishing his negotiations with the Demon Slayer Corps, Douma naturally went out to find some fun. As a demon with a preference for women, he would naturally go to places where women gathered.

For example—the Entertainment District.

It was worth mentioning that this place was called "Rashomon Higan."

Aoya was one of the buildings that operated the business in the Entertainment District.

Through Douma's perspective, Muzan saw a white-haired girl in the Oiran's room inside Aoya, and a black-haired boy who had thrown away his scythe and excitedly rushed in.

The boy was wearing blue clothes. From his exposed chest, one could see he was scrawny, his body slightly deformed, his face covered in dark spots, and his hair was messy.

The girl's appearance was extremely beautiful. Her blue eyes contrasted with her fair skin, and she was wearing a light pink dress. Because she was in Aoya, she was dressed very beautifully, like an ethereal fairy.

Muzan was certain she was the most beautiful woman he had seen in his hundreds of years of life.

He was also certain that this was Daki, also known as Koinatsu.

He had to admit, she was even more beautiful than he had seen in the anime.

An indescribable feeling, as if she perfectly embodied all the characteristics of beauty.

At this moment, Douma stood on a nearby rooftop, smiling as he watched the siblings. He also liked beautiful women; they must be delicious.

Such a woman should merge with him, live eternally together; he should save this poor person!

However, it was a pity that Lord Muzan seemed to dislike his salvation.

Like watching vegetables while eating meat, Douma watched the Oiran eat the "food" she had just grabbed, and his mood was not bad.

If there was anyone most enthusiastic about eating people, it would undoubtedly be Douma.

As an existence with few emotions, eating was probably one of the few pleasures, and it was also his way of "saving" and finding the meaning of his existence.

In reality, demons were still demons. Even if they ate the Blue Spider Lily, were not afraid of the sun, and could eat normal food, they were still demons who ate people.

Compared to food, not to mention the lower nutritional value and inability to increase strength, the attractiveness was far inferior. Humans absolutely attracted demons more than anything else.

Muzan arrived at the Entertainment District.

He wanted to see if he could adopt these two children.

After all, he had been moved for a while when he watched the anime, discussing with others in comments and forums how miserable they were, wanting to save them. Some even wrote stories like "What if they joined the Demon Slayer Corps."

From Douma's perspective, these two children looked to be around ten years old. In that case, Koinatsu was truly tragic. No matter how beautiful her appearance, she was forced to do pathetic things in the Entertainment District to survive.

The way she died in the original story also showed that her life was not as easy as imagined.

Douma, sitting on the rooftop, spotted Muzan. Without a care for the shocked glances of others, he leaped down and ran up to Muzan with a grin, leaning in close.

"Lord Muzan, did you come specifically to find me?"

Muzan: "..."

"No, you're in the way."

Muzan grabbed his shoulder and pushed him aside.

Douma immediately put on a wronged expression, covering his face with his hand, his eyes shining with nonexistent tears. "Boo hoo~"

Although he had anticipated Douma's behavior, Muzan couldn't help but show an expression – the classic "old man on the subway looking at his phone" meme.

Seeing that Muzan didn't want to talk to him, Douma's smile returned, and he followed Muzan, who was already walking away.

"Lord Muzan, do you also want to save the pitiful people here? Devour them and become one with us, granting them eternal life."

Muzan ignored Douma, who was following behind him and incessantly yapping.

Although Douma might have gained some understanding under the subtle influence of Tamayo and his own blood, his fundamental nature wouldn't change.

Furthermore, with Douma now possessing almost complete awareness, changing him would be a very difficult task. Muzan couldn't be bothered to put in the effort, though it wasn't as if he had no options.

Besides, Douma wasn't completely devoid of anything, like a puppet. He was a pleasure-seeker, enjoying himself and even actively pretending to have emotions.

Moreover, in the original story, Douma's twisted so-called love for Shinobu at the end indicated that he wasn't entirely without feelings.

And when Kanao tore off his disguise, he became enraged out of shame.

The Entertainment District was essentially a hub for the flesh trade. As dusk settled, when Muzan and Douma behind him approached Aoya, enthusiastic young girls ran out to greet them.

Muzan shifted his steps, smoothly dodging her approach. The young girl suddenly embraced Douma, who had no intention of dodging.

Douma put on a shy act.

In reality, his heart was unmoved, and he even felt a bit peckish.

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