Reverse * Bullet Time

He took two steps forward and bowed slightly.

"Sir, what brings you here?"

"You already know that Yu didn't completely wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps, right?"

"Yes, it's all his fault for being incompetent. If our Shinri Family had done it, we could have done it much better."

Without saying a word, Muzan simply stared at the real person with his scarlet eyes.

Even though he was already Upper Rank, Makoto still felt immense pressure from Muzan.

Although Muzan was powerful in the past, he also put tremendous pressure on Masato.

But a large part of the reason is because of his identity Progenitor of Demons.

It's a kind of suppression that originates deep within the cells, from the very source.

But things are different now. Just standing in front of Muzan makes Masato tremble.

The cells were irrelevant; that was due to a huge gap in strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Muzan finally spoke.

"You mean the Shinri Family won't let me down?"

"Of course, sir!"

Kneeling on one knee, the real person lowered his head, not daring to look Muzan in the eye.

"Whether it's me, Huiren, or the rest of the Shinri Family, we won't let you down."

"If that's the case, then why did the Shinri Family fail when they attacked the Hyakuya Family?"

Muzan almost as if he were pressing down on the last word of the real person's voice, his tone icy, like the frost and snow of winter.

"And now, I've heard that you've allowed a woman from the Demon Slayer Corps to enter Tokyo Metropolis?"

"That woman not only got in, but she also found the Scribe and successfully got him to take action."

"The demons sent to Tokyo Metropolis probably won't be coming back."

Suddenly looking up, just as Masato was about to explain something, he saw Muzan standing right in front of him.

A pale hand reached out and grabbed the real person's head.

"I hate change because most changes are inferior."

"The fact that the Shinri Family, after achieving their set goals, still became greedy and reckless is a sign of their inferiority."

"Do you understand what I mean, Shinri Masato?"

Through Muzan's fingers, one could see the real person's trembling eyes.

His pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, and his facial muscles were trembling incessantly.

"Understood, sir."

"Very good."

As Muzan exerted force, Masato felt his bones creaking and cracking.

The next second, his head was crushed by Muzan.

A large amount of blood slid down his neck, and his eyeballs and some unidentified white liquid splattered out.

The real person swayed and then fell to the ground.

Looking at the blood on his hands, Muzan said coldly.

"If you weren't still useful, you and the Shinri Family would have been dead long ago."

"But you yourselves are the ones who need to fix the mistakes you made."

Is it possible?

The real person's corpse suddenly trembled, and then sat up from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the head was completely healed.

"It can be done."

"Go down."

Upon hearing this, Muzan his arm and turned his back to the real person.

"Please take care, sir."

With his head down, the real person was then teleported away by Nakime.

After the real person disappeared, Muzan's gaze lingered on the male researcher.

What are your thoughts on "brain-based foods"?

He has high hopes for brain-based foods.

It wasn't because the opponent was so strong, but because the brain was calm enough.

Somewhat like myself, I dislike change and prefer to plan everything out.

"My lord, now that the Scribe has made his move, the original plan is no longer valid."

"It will take some time to process the people we brought back, and the other ghosts cannot be mobilized for the time being."

"But you can rest assured, I know someone who can keep the Scribe occupied."

Raising an eyebrow, Muzan gestured for Brain Food to continue.

"It's Dichai. As far as I know, he has a secret force."

"As long as we pay a high enough price, we can keep the Scribe in Tokyo Metropolis."

"We don't need to win, we just need to hold out until we've dealt with those humans."

Nodding, Muzan waved his hand, signaling the brain food to leave.

As for himself, he had already made his own judgment.

Without hesitation, Brain Food bowed slightly and then teleported away.

Muzan sat on the sofa, a thoughtful expression on his face, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

In his perception, a large number of ghosts were gathering in the same place.

At the same time, a large number of ghosts are dying in the places where they gather.

He knew very well that it was Tokyo Metropolis.

That's where the Scribe work.

After a moment of contemplation, Muzan suddenly spoke.

"Nakime, bring Dichai to me."

Tokyo Metropolis.

With a single slash, a blazing light flashed, engulfing the several ghosts in front of him.

As the flames burned, the ghost let out a mournful howl before turning to ashes.

In the distance, the edge of the sun has already appeared.

And this battle is about to end.

The Scribe had no idea how many times he had swung his sword or how many ghosts he had killed.

All he knew was that of the countless ghosts that once filled the mountains and fields, only five remained.

Among the surviving ghosts, there is one that looks remarkably like a cat.

Its sharp claws and ghostly speed make it virtually invincible, whether it's capturing ordinary people or toying with Demon Slayer.

But tonight, it used all of its prized speed to escape.

The distance between the two sides is at least three hundred meters.

Only at this distance can it have the confidence to dodge.

Once you get close, you probably won't even have a chance to react before you're burned to ashes.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

With a piercing scream, the Cat Demon could not accept what had happened tonight.

Those were a full thousand ghosts, enough to sweep away almost any force in this country.

Without the influence of external factors such as sunlight, these thousand ghosts would be invincible.

Yet this very force suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of that human.

No, it wasn't a crushing defeat, it was a massacre!

No matter what kind of Blood Demon Art they used, or what kind of death charge they launched, they could not inflict the slightest harm on that man.

Faced with that swordsmanship as blazing as the sun, they could only scatter and flee.

"Is this the skill of the Scribe?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come to Tokyo Metropolis."

Seeing the crimson slash flying towards him, a trace of sorrow appeared on the Cat Demon's face.

"Shinri Keito, I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

In the intense firelight, the ghost's body gradually dissipated.

With a long sigh, the Scribe knew the battle was over.

But at that moment, a system notification sounded in his mind.

Chapter 592 Reverse Bullet Time

"Congratulations, you have completed the hidden quest: Demon Slayer."

"Reward: Reverse Bullet Time"

The Scribe was somewhat puzzled when he heard the name.

He knew about "bullet time," which was a technology that slowed down or even stopped the flow of time.

But what exactly is this "reverse bullet time"?

After asking the system in his brain, the Scribe finally understood.

First of all, the reward this time is not a physical item.

"Reverse Bullet Time" is just a conceptual reward, and he needs to decide for himself what to attach it to.

Second, the role of rewards.

Accelerating the passage of time can shorten tasks that would otherwise take a long time to complete to one-tenth or even one-hundredth of their original length.

Third, the object to which you choose to attach should not be too large.

If the Scribe chooses to attach to this planet and accelerate the time of the entire planet, then the effect will not be very obvious.

The best option is to take the injury upon yourself during a serious injury.

By accelerating cell division, injuries heal quickly.

However, after some thought, the Scribe did not make a choice immediately.

If attached to the body, it can completely rejuvenate a body scarred by explosions and flames.

But he felt that now was not the time.

Muzan has Muzan yet been killed, Yu has not yet been dealt with, and there are still enemies such as Dichai, the Shinri Family, and Brain Eater hiding in the shadows.

This "reverse bullet time" reward might play a crucial role someday.

Therefore, he chose to keep it for the time being.

Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, Scribe smiled slightly.

Take a step and walk eastward.

As the sun rose, Tokyo Metropolis finally gained a brief period of calm after a terrifying night.