Muzan: I'm a Doctor

Muzan smiled politely. "I'm a doctor. I heard your wife is ill?"

Hearing that, the man scrutinized Muzan suspiciously. Muzan was simply too suspicious. Setting aside the fact that he had never met this person before, showing up in the middle of the night was strange enough.

But his wife's condition was worsening by the day, and her body had become frighteningly weak. Even if this hope seemed impossible, he did not want to give it up.

He hurriedly welcomed Muzan inside. "Please, come in."

Muzan was led to Tamayo's bedside. Tamayo lay there with a pained expression, her face pale and beads of sweat sliding down her forehead. She weakly shifted her eyes toward them, her gaze filled with unwillingness and reluctance as she struggled to open her mouth and say something.

Her husband hurriedly took her hand, then looked at Muzan, who had followed him in.

"Doctor, my wife, she..."

Muzan put on an act as he walked to Tamayo's bedside. His expression was grave, and after a moment, he looked at her husband with deep solemnity.

This made Tamayo's husband's heart sink. He hurriedly asked,

"Doctor, can my wife still be saved?"

Muzan sighed. "She can, but it'll be troublesome. I need to use my secret remedy, but it must be kept confidential."

"Confidential?" he repeated instinctively. After hesitating for a moment, he hurriedly nodded. "I'll go outside right away!"

With that, he quickly withdrew from the room and shut the door, afraid of delaying the treatment.

After confirming that he had left, Muzan looked again at Tamayo, who was so weak she could barely speak. Her haggard state had robbed her of her beauty, making her seem much older.

She looked at Muzan with hopeful eyes.

Muzan looked down at the woman on the bed. "I can let you live, but the price will be great."

Tamayo struggled to open her mouth, and a faint sound came from her throat, as though she were saying she could pay any price.

"Don't be so hasty. The way to survive is to become a demon. Are you sure?"

Muzan knew Tamayo would agree. Just like in the original story, she would willingly give up everything to watch her child grow up.

Sure enough, Tamayo showed no hesitation upon hearing this and looked at Muzan eagerly.

"If you agree, close your eyes."

Tamayo slowly shut her eyes. Her weak, pale face held a trace of worry and hope.

Muzan extended a long fingernail and drove it straight into Tamayo's head.

"Ugh—" The sudden pain made Tamayo open her mouth wide and let out a hoarse cry, but her voice was incredibly weak due to her frailty.

Muzan withdrew his finger and watched Tamayo clutch her head and struggle violently, curling up on the bed like a shrimp.

Muzan did not know why, but whenever he gave someone his blood, he liked to stab a fingernail into their head. Otherwise, he would turn the end of his whip-like tube into a blade and stick it into their head.

It was definitely the Scum Boss's habit!

It had nothing to do with him!

At last, the pain caused by Muzan's blood gradually faded. Tamayo lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, and glanced at Muzan.

At the moment she became a demon, she realized many things.

For instance, the man before her was Muzan Kibutsuji, the legendary Demon King who was cruel, merciless, and had devoured countless people. Her life, thoughts, and even body were all under his control.

She was now a pawn of the Demon King...

Whether it was fear, resentment, or the relief of surviving a disaster, Tamayo slowly sat up in bed, as though she had already accepted the painful future awaiting her.

To watch over her child and stay with her husband, she would become a gutter rat who survived by devouring people, slaughtering innocents for the vile and cruel Demon King...

She did not know whether her husband and child would hate her if they learned that she was a Maneating Demon. But at the thought of being able to spend more time with her child, Tamayo accepted reality.

This was her choice. She had merely fallen into depravity.

There was nothing to resent. She did not need to be so melodramatic about it.

Muzan watched Tamayo's expression shift from sorrow to determination and was left speechless.

I haven't even told you to do anything yet!

As someone from Japan's Warring States period who valued hierarchy, Tamayo accepted her identity, climbed down from the bed, knelt before Muzan, and lowered her head respectfully.

"My lord."

Muzan noticed something: the people he turned into demons adapted to their new identities absurdly fast.

"Alright, get up."

But Tamayo remained kneeling. She gathered her courage and was about to say something when she heard the Demon King Muzan say impatiently,

"Go spend time with your kid if you want. Do whatever you like. I wasn't planning to force you to do anything."

What did she take him for?

He was not the Scum Boss. On the contrary, he was a boss who cared about his employees and treated people kindly.

"Alright, get up already. There's no need to kneel at every little thing. And don't go eating people indiscriminately. Bandits and the like nearby are fine."

Muzan's words filled Tamayo with joy. She could throw away her conscience to survive, but naturally, it was best if she did not have to be forced into evil. Besides, it seemed that the Demon King actually had a kind heart?

He had specifically told her not to eat people indiscriminately?

Muzan glanced at her, and Tamayo hurriedly lay back down on the bed, pretending to be sick.

It was best to keep her transformation into a demon hidden from her husband and child.

Muzan walked over and opened the door, finding Tamayo's husband pacing anxiously outside. The moment he saw Muzan open the door, he rushed over. "Doctor, how is my wife?"

"The root of her illness has been removed, but she is still very weak. Let her rest and recover, and she'll be fine."

Muzan straightened his sleeve and walked past him, preparing to leave. Tamayo's husband hurriedly called after him. "Your payment!"

"There's no need."

Without even looking back, Muzan carried himself like an enlightened master, every bit the highly skilled and compassionate physician who cared neither for fame nor profit.

Tamayo's husband watched Muzan's departing figure, his eyes filled with reverence.

Once Muzan had disappeared from sight, he hurried into the room, his face full of concern. "Tamayo, how are you feeling?"

After summoning his personal assistant, Jikou, Muzan resumed his journey in search of amusement.

He wandered around at night, then stayed in inns or borrowed lodging in people's homes during the day, copying his subordinates' Blood Demon Arts one by one or quietly reading.

Medical books, novels, literature, books on gods and Buddhas, even arithmetic books—regardless of the genre, anything that reached his hands would be carefully read several times.

There was truly nothing fun to do. He had become so bored that he could even read math books.

After all, books were precious in this era. Having something to read at all was good enough. How could he be picky?

As for searching for the Blue Spider Lily, he wanted to find it badly, but there was no rushing such a thing.

As for the Clear World, Muzan felt as though he had touched upon something, yet it also seemed as if he still knew nothing at all.

As time passed, the era grew increasingly chaotic and wars became more frequent. The demons under his command could be said to have lived up to his "guidance." Relying on their Blood Demon Arts and immense strength, they led their followers into the turmoil of this chaotic age.