Nezuko Awakens

An extraordinary world was filled with countless different rooms. Some stood upside down, some lay sideways, and the gravity within each room seemed entirely different, scattered in chaotic formations.

This was the Infinite Castle, a space created by a Blood Demon Art, located deep underground.

Inside one of the inverted rooms.

Muzan Kibutsuji stood there silently, his head tilted up as though he were watching something. A faint glimmer flickered in his eyes, but after only a moment, his expression turned icy.

"Useless trash."

"So Gyutaro was dragged down by Daki after all. Without her, perhaps he would have overcome his weakness and evolved another step forward, just like Akaza."

Veins faintly bulged on Muzan's cheek.

He was furious.

Gyutaro's death added even more gloom to his already foul mood.

Had Gyutaro been crushed from the start because he was weak, that would have been one thing. But he clearly had a chance to win, and had almost overcome the weakness of his neck, only to give up in the end because of Daki.

Trash.

Although his demon blood could erode one's will, causing those who became demons to act according to a demon's will, the overwhelming majority of demons ultimately retained some portion of their human consciousness.

The more of their human side these demons retained, the weaker they generally were. That was true from the Lower Ranks to the Upper Ranks.

"Human consciousness has always been the lowest and most useless part."

Muzan turned coldly toward Nakime, who was holding her biwa some distance away. "Tell all Twelve Kizuki that Gyutaro is dead. There is no need to summon them this time."

"Tell them that I am very disappointed."

"The Lower Ranks are one thing, but an Upper Rank has been defeated once more after a century. The