The World Through Feng Ye's Eyes

"It was an interesting story."

Feng Ye smiled faintly.

Interesting?

Kanae murmured, "But so many people died. Muzan's existence brought countless tragedies to this world. Do you only find that interesting?"

She found it difficult to understand Feng Ye's way of thinking, and even harder to accept it. It was as though everything she had striven for, and the lives sacrificed by so many Demon Slayer Corps members, were nothing more than something interesting to Feng Ye—things not worth mentioning.

Feng Ye said calmly, "Tragedies? Muzan did kill many people, but... no matter how many he killed, it still cannot compare to humans slaughtering one another. Conflict, even war, occurs in this world at every moment. A single war can claim millions or tens of millions of lives. Altogether, the people Muzan has killed may not even amount to the lives taken by a single order from some ordinary ruler of a nation."

Kanae fell silent for a moment. "So that is how you see the world."

What Feng Ye said did make sense. From the perspective of the entire world, perhaps what Muzan had done was merely a tiny stain. Yet she still found it difficult to agree with his view that it was "interesting."

"No, that is not how I see the world."

Feng Ye shook his head. His eyes, fixed on Kanae, were black and deep, as though they reflected a miniature of the entire world. "Let me help you understand, just a little."

Then Feng Ye stepped forward, raised a finger, and lightly touched Kanae's soul with his fingertip.

In an instant.

The world in Kanae's eyes began to rise, her vision pulling farther and farther away. She saw the entire estate, the entire town, the entire region, until she saw the whole island nation, and