Impulse Control

The two of them struggled to withstand the barrage of ice vine attacks.

"Cough, cough..."

Another Tsuguko finally couldn't hold on, was whipped away by a thick vine, and crashed heavily onto the ground, coughing up blood.

"Tōda!"

Another Hashira couldn't help but shout, seeing the ice blades about to strike the fallen Tsuguko. He quickly blocked the incoming ice vine and retreated rapidly.

But Douma naturally wouldn't let him have his way.

From behind him, an ice vine whipped down fiercely. The immense force sent him crashing to the ground, his Nichirin Blade knocked from his grasp and landing on the ground.

The only Hashira still capable of fighting couldn't hold on any longer and was easily subdued.

The four struggled to get back on their feet to continue fighting, but no miracle occurred.

Douma kicked one of the Hashira who still had the strength to try and get up, then triumphantly picked up a half-eaten thigh from a nearby pile of corpses and said with a grin:

"Stop struggling. I'm very gentle, I won't kill you."

Watching the demon gleefully devour human flesh before his eyes, a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

"I'll kill you!!!"

The Tsuguko, lying on the ground, struggled and desperately reached out, trying to grab the Nichirin Blade not far away, roaring madly.

Douma walked up to him with a smile, kicked him, and also kicked the Nichirin Blade nearby far away.

The four demon slayers watched helplessly as the demon "had its fill."

They gritted their teeth, the pain of their powerlessness almost etched into their bones.

After the demon leisurely left, they had no strength left to stand up. They felt that as time passed, they would die.

But the next moment, a rustling sound came from the grass in the distance, and a familiar figure appeared—it was the survivor they had just rescued!

"Are you guys alright?"

That day, the Demon King received a letter of recommendation to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

After receiving the letter of recommendation, Muzan suddenly remembered something.

To join the Demon Slayer Corps, one still needed to pass the Demon Slayer Corps' selection, and that place was full of wisteria flowers...

Moreover, he then remembered that in Mount Fujikasane, the demons under his command had all lost their senses. Their senses had disappeared when he first crossed over.

Combining this with the Scum Boss's memories, those demons had broken free from his control?!

In that case, the birth of those Half-Demons was also when they broke free from control.

So, the demons on Mount Fujikasane could actually be classified as Half-Demons.

What lay before Muzan now was how to overcome his aversion to wisteria flowers and go to Mount Fujikasane to participate in the selection.

If he endured the discomfort and forced himself to go, it wouldn't be a big problem, but Muzan truly didn't want to endure the discomfort caused by wisteria flowers.

However, there was truly no hope from Tamayo's side, as the technological tree hadn't been developed yet, and they couldn't climb it!

Muzan still went to Ryūsei Pharmaceuticals and found Tamayo.

Strangely, Muzan's perception of Tamayo's thoughts suddenly became very blurry for some reason.

When Muzan arrived before Tamayo, she was leaning back in her chair, frowning deeply, her face abnormally pale. Her originally hidden fangs and long claws were exposed, and she was gripping the armrests of her chair so tightly that they were deforming.

Noticing Muzan's arrival, she managed to squeeze out a voice: "Lord Muzan."

"What's going on with you?"

Muzan wasn't in a hurry for Tamayo to answer and patiently waited beside her.

Finally, after several hours, Tamayo seemed to gradually recover, but she still appeared somewhat uncomfortable.

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Muzan looked strangely at the bottles and jars on the table beside Tamayo and joked:

"Are you preparing to break away from me and start your own business?"

Tamayo wiped the sweat from her forehead, which had appeared due to the recent pain, and put down the towel, saying:

"Lord Muzan, I've formulated an agent. After taking it twice, one can become immune to wisteria flowers."

Muzan's face lit up with joy. Moreover, it sounded somewhat similar to the vaccine he had taken.

He felt it was quite reliable.

But thinking of how Tamayo looked like she was about to die just now, he couldn't help but frown:

"You weren't just suffering from your so-called agent just now, were you?"

"That was before the improvement. However, even the improved version will cause some pain. And I need to explain to you what this so-called agent is..."

Hearing Tamayo's unhesitating answer, Muzan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his perception of Tamayo's thoughts was still blurry, he could feel that what Tamayo was saying was the truth.

"It's a little painful," it shouldn't be too unbearable, right?

Muzan was a little excited about the idea of going to the Demon Slayer Corps, and urged, "Forget the explanation, just hand it over."

Tamayo opened her mouth, but seeing Muzan's anxious expression, she didn't know what had happened. Thinking of something, she hesitated for a moment before picking out the latest serum from the table and handing it to Muzan. Out of kindness, she still reminded him:

"Aren't you going to reconsider?"

"No need, I won't die anyway, right?"

"You definitely won't die, at most you'll just feel uncomfortable."

Because he was also eager to overcome his last weakness, Muzan was a little suspicious of the substance in his hand. He merely glanced at the purplish-black serum, swallowed, and made up his mind.

He drank it down abruptly.

He definitely wouldn't die anyway!

In an instant, the pain erupted.

His entire body felt as if it were being torn apart by countless insects, a tingling numbness accompanied by the sensation of being struck by a heavy hammer. All five of his heads felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and groggy. Weakness assailed him from all over, yet his seven hearts beat ever more powerfully.

The pain at this moment was second only to when he had consumed the Blue Spider Lily!

"Tamayo—"

Muzan's voice was hoarse and low, squeezed out from between his clenched teeth like a roar as he uttered Tamayo's name.

To alleviate the pain, his body's cells began to proliferate wildly, and tumor-like masses of flesh appeared on his skin, growing larger and larger...

This scene was extremely similar to the original story, where Tamayo sacrificed herself to make Muzan ingest the poison.

Muzan was truly exasperated!

Did he have to endure such pain every time he overcame a weakness?

It was the same when he ate the Blue Spider Lily back then!

But while Muzan clearly felt his body growing weaker, he could also distinctly sense that this posed no threat to his life. In fact, as time passed, he could perceive himself "evolving."

Muzan's consciousness grew hazier, and he only heard Tamayo's voice, filled with worry:

"Lord! Boss!"

Watching the massive flesh spread, Tamayo was forced to retreat, looking worriedly at the "Muzan" that was about to occupy the entire room.

Finally, after an unknown, extremely long period of torment for Muzan, the pain began to recede, vanishing as quickly as a retreating tide.

At that moment, Muzan felt as if he had regained control of his body. He took several deep breaths, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.

The wildly proliferating flesh retracted into his body, and Muzan gradually returned to his original form.

Recalling Tamayo's repeated warnings before he drank the substance, he couldn't help but rub his temples.

He had been impulsive!

"Tamayo, what exactly is this thing? This isn't just 'a little painful'!"

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