Doma Slowly Descends into Madness: Muzan's New Plan

Through Tamayo's explanation, Yushiro realized that he had awakened an ability that only some demons possess.

He named his ability "Eye Concealment".

This is a Blood Demon Art related to vision. Currently, it can only obscure the vision of others or allow others to see things that were previously invisible.

As Yushiro's strength increases and he develops his Blood Demon Art, new directions will be explored in Eye Concealment.

When asked about the reason for the appearance of this Blood Demon Art, Yushiro said that it might be related to his extraordinary eyesight.

I've had very good eyesight since I was little; when I'm focused, I can even see the approximate shape of objects behind some obstacles.

Previously, he had only vaguely sensed the arrival of the Scribe and Tamayo through his own eyes.

After saying that, Yushiro also said that his reclusive nature was more or less influenced by this reason.

Throughout his thirty-five years of life, he was often regarded as a freak because of his eyes.

Thirty-five years old?

Looking at Yushiro's youthful appearance, the Scribe suddenly smiled.

Even if he said he was fifteen, many people would probably believe him. (Reading by La)

Slightly embarrassed, Yushiro scratched his head, a look of awkwardness on his face.

He could get angry and scold others, but he would not feel the slightest bit of anger towards his two great benefactors, the Yushiro Scribe Tamayo.

After Yushiro became a demon, the number of people suffering from the plague in the town was successfully reduced to zero.

Perhaps the system took the possibility of being transformed into a demon into account when issuing the task.

The reward for completing the task was somewhat unexpected.

Rare Blood level increased by one.

As Rare Blood obtained a long time ago, this reward was truly beyond the Scribe's expectations.

The effects of intermediate-level Rare Blood are somewhat similar to those of low-level rare blood, the only difference being that it increases the physique of ten ordinary adults.

Clenching his fist, Scribe did indeed feel that his strength had increased a bit.

Although it hasn't been revealed yet, Scribe has a feeling that Rare Blood will eventually bring him an unexpected surprise.

Just as Sanemi Shinazugawa's Rare Blood had the effect of causing drunkenness hundreds of years later, his own Rare Blood might also develop a special ability.

Of course, it's unclear how long it will take for this ability to appear.

And now, there is still a lot I need to do.

Just then, Yushiro, who was standing to the side, suddenly raised his hand, like a child in class hoping to be seen by the teacher.

After glancing at the other person's expression, Scribe roughly guessed what they were thinking.

Yushiro, is there something else you want to take care of?

Having his thoughts read by the Scribe, Yushiro couldn't help but scratch his head.

I was born and raised in this town. Although I am a bit of a loner, it doesn't mean I don't love my hometown.

The town's vitality has been greatly affected by the plague.

Although it did not reach the point of widespread poverty and displacement, a large number of impoverished and broken families emerged.

A large number of the workforce died in the plague, and everything in the town was severely damaged.

After becoming a ghost, he knew he could no longer stay in this place.

Therefore, before leaving, he wanted to see his hometown a few more times and help it recover as soon as possible.

After exchanging a glance with Tamayo, the Scribe received an answer of agreement.

Since that's the case, let's stay here for a while.

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Yushiro's face lit up with joy.

The Master Scribe and Tamayo are truly the best for being so tolerant and caring towards a new member like themselves!

And so, the Scribe and their companions lived in the town for a period of time, trying their best to restore its vitality.

With their joint efforts and those of the townspeople, the town quickly underwent tremendous changes.

Closed shops and hotels reopened, and dead plants were removed and replaced with vibrant new ones.

The messy garbage was cleaned up, and the air became much fresher.

This once bustling town is gradually returning to its former glory.

One night, a group of people suddenly arrived in the town.

In the middle of this procession was a sedan chair carried by several people.

Judging from their uniform attire, these people appear to belong to the same religious sect.

The Eternal Paradise Cult has come to this place and will surely protect you and keep you safe. You no longer need to fear the threat of the plague.

The leader shouted, his eyes closed and arms outstretched, as if anticipating something.

However, the scene he imagined did not occur.

There were no townspeople offering prayers, no pleading eyes, not even a single painful groan.

Passersby glanced at him, then quickened their pace and left.

Although some of the sounds were faint, the believer still managed to hear them.

Hurry up, this man is an idiot.

Stop looking, or you might catch something.

Mom, is this guy a charlatan?

Several veins bulged on his forehead, and the muscles in the believer's face twitched uncontrollably.

Having grown accustomed to being worshipped by the poor, how could he accept such a situation?

He opened his eyes, about to unleash a torrent of curses.

But then he realized that everything around him seemed different from the information he had received.

The pedestrians' faces were full of smiles, there were no homeless people waiting to die around, and shops and vendors were selling their goods.

This doesn't look like a small town affected by the plague at all.

Gritting his teeth, the believer wished he could strangle the person who had given him the information.

Not only did he embarrass himself, but he also came with the sect leader this time.

If he angered the other party, his status as a high-ranking believer would be in jeopardy.

There is even a possibility of death for them.

Thinking of this, sweat poured down his forehead uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to signal the other believers to return, a young male voice came from inside the sedan chair.

What's happening outside?

As soon as he finished speaking, a head popped out of the sedan chair.

Snow-white hair, delicate features, and colorful eyes.

This person is the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult, revered by his followers as the Child of God.

Doma).

Stepping out of the sedan chair, Doma surveyed his surroundings.

This place seems to be different from what you described.

Upon hearing the cult leader's words, the cult member's expression instantly turned panicked.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out what to say, a light suddenly shone in Doma's eyes.

He took a few steps forward and then shouted loudly.

I've finally created an opportunity for us to meet!

Chapter 98 Doma's Growing Madness, Muzan's New Plan

Upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Scribe immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Upon looking at him, they immediately Doma eyes.

Upon realizing that the Scribe had discovered him, Doma immediately ran to the Scribe.

I have succeeded in creating opportunities to meet, as you mentioned before.

Somewhat Doma's arrival, the Scribe said to Yushiro beside him.

Tell Tamayo that I'll be back later.

Yes, Mister Scribe.

Nodding earnestly, Yushiro left respectfully, as if he had received a royal decree.

After Yushiro left, the Scribe looked at Doma again.

How did you end up here?

Although he couldn't reveal his purpose for coming here, in Doma's eyes, the Scribe was a very special person.

From him, the Scribe learned about a series of events that had occurred in the Eternal Paradise Cult during this period.

First, there was Doma's father, whose inner desires were satisfied to the greatest extent possible because of the establishment of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

During a sexual encounter with a female believer, he was discovered by Doma's mother.

They had been at odds for a long time due to various issues, and because of this incident, she flew into a rage at Doma's Father.

Ultimately, Doma's Mother, who had gone mad, stabbed her husband to death.

She herself subsequently committed suicide by poisoning.

The smell was awful; I was thinking of getting some people to clean it up quickly.

When Doma expressed his feelings at the time, he had no idea how terrifying his words would sound to ordinary people.

If the Scribe in front of him hadn't been no ordinary person, his first reaction would probably have been to slap Doma across the face.

Even after his parents died, Doma remained completely unmoved.

In his view, their deaths were just as the Scribe had said: the two of them had created each other's deaths.

It was under these circumstances that he heard of an epidemic in some places.

He came in person to spread the teachings of the Eternal Paradise Cult in order to expand its influence.

Unexpectedly, I encountered the Scribe here.

After saying all this, Doma then spoke.

You haven't told me your name yet.

With a hint of helplessness on his face, the Scribe had no choice but to reveal his name.

Scribe.

The moment he heard the other person's name, a glint flashed in Doma Nana's eyes.

Scribe, would you like to join the Eternal Paradise Cult? I can make you the cult leader.

If other believers heard this, they would surely think that Doma had gone mad.

It should be understood that the deaths of the Father of God and Mother of God have already dealt a heavy blow to the Eternal Paradise Cult.

If any more bad news comes from Doma, the Child of God, this church, which has been established for less than a year, will probably fall apart instantly.

At that time, believers who are used to being admired and praised by others will become ordinary people again.

In order to protect their own interests, they served Doma with great care and caution, while also observing and monitoring him.

After hearing what Doma, the Scribe shook his head slightly.

Seeing that the other party rejected him without hesitation, Doma slightly taken aback.

All I wanted was to find someone who could witness what I was creating, so why wouldn't the Scribe agree?