A New World for the Boy

Bonds are the best fuel for the soul.

The Shiwei have already proven this point to Long.

On this day, Long saw many people suffering. Why did their will not reach the standard? The reason is simple... they lacked a core to maintain their will.

For Zekawa, the core issue is the dead puppy in front of him.

Once such a person receives the values and beliefs transmitted by others, and sets their own goals, they will understand the underlying principles.

It will fully fulfill its will.

At the same time, the boy's soul is also quite remarkable. Given his current physical condition, an ordinary person would not be able to wake up... Oboro took the initiative to call him to see if he would open his eyes because he was concerned about the puppy. If he was still unconscious, Oboro would leave directly.

As it turned out... Zekawa succeeded.

He became the first chosen successor of Oboro.

"The world is wrong..." he repeated Oboro's words over and over.

The light that had been scattered in his eyes gradually gathered and became firm.

"Please save us."

Then, he pleaded with the man before him.

"If you want to change this world and purge the twisted humanity, you must shoulder responsibility... Your actions, everything you do, may be seen as sinful and unacceptable by the world... You will be despised and condemned by everyone, and you must be mentally prepared for this."

Two cards appeared in Oboro's hand.

He reminded her.

"As long as I know in my heart that what I did was right, that's enough."

"They were already sick...they didn't understand. It's not my fault; I'm always right."

"The world is wrong."

Zekawa replied.

"Very good."

Long nodded.

The card in his hand was deactivated, turning into two pieces of scarlet, foul-smelling flesh.

"Remember what you just said... From now on, all the suffering will be for the sake of making this world a better place."

After saying that, Oboro cupped Zekawa's face and swiftly and roughly stuffed the entire piece of Mireimaru's flesh into the boy's mouth.

Zekawa's cheeks were stretched taut, and the skin on his entire neck began to rip open, his expression one of extreme pain.

His limbs were twitching.

A huge piece of flesh was forcibly stuffed into his esophagus, making it even harder for him to breathe.

His eyes were rolled upwards, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

However, he eventually swallowed it.

The boy's willpower is truly remarkable.

Thump.

After finishing, Oboro withdrew her hand, letting Zekawa's head fall heavily to the ground, and he began to make painful noises.

It's important to know that not everyone can transform into a ghost; most people's fate is to explode and die.

But Oboro believed that there would be no problem for the boy.

Next, he pried open the dead puppy's mouth and put the ghost's flesh and blood into its stomach to help it decompose.

Compared to human will, the puppy's thinking is simple, and its soul is relatively weak. Although it has been dead for a while, its soul has not completely dissipated... As long as Oboro uses the power of its soul to stimulate it slightly, and with the help of the demon's bloodline, it can still turn the tide.

If it had been any later, it might have been too late to save it.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Ahhh!"

From the dark, dimly lit alleyway, chilling screams echoed continuously, like the wails of wild beasts.

The first to change was Zekawa.

The puppy waited a while before its body began to move.

Passing on the will is about passing it on... Under normal circumstances, one must have the power to match it, just like the breathing techniques of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Zekawa inherited Oboro's will, so logically, Oboro should have provided him with corresponding means or trump cards.

But Oboro doesn't plan to give it to her for the time being.

Choosing a successor, he didn't necessarily need to turn them into demons, because he had too many methods to teach them, allowing the power to evolve generation after generation. The reason he used demon power was because the world of Demon Slayer was too simple, with only two factions: the Demon Slayer Corps and demons. Moreover, to improve the power system, there had to be conflict.

The Demon Slayer Corps has acquired the Breath Control Technique... The demons also need a 'supply pack'.

However, Muzan would definitely not want to see this happen... because he has always strictly controlled the number of demons. If there are too many demons, his position as the Demon King will be in jeopardy if anything goes wrong.

The most terrifying thing is that the talent suppression and effects brought by Muzan's bloodline will be weakened!

Long bit her fingertip until it bled, then dripped a few drops of her own blood into the boy's open mouth.

The same goes for puppies.

Then, Oboro slowly got up.

He turned and left.

They stopped intervening in the situation involving the person and the dog.

"Sir... your name."

Just as Oboro was about to lead his maid away, a panting voice suddenly came from behind him asking a question.

I have the utmost respect for you.

Long did not respond and disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Zekawa, whose appearance had already clearly turned into a demon, looked disappointed.

He did not rejoice at gaining great power... because he knew that the power he possessed was meant to heal the world.

There is a mission involved.

"My husband's name is... Oboro."

Just then, the sound of wooden clogs hitting the ground approached. Zekawa looked up and saw an indifferent woman.

It was Oboro's maid, Chiyoko.

"You are not allowed to reveal anything about adults until you achieve your goal."

"I know."

Even when facing one of Oboro's maids, Zekawa was very humble.

"There are many people like you in this world who need to be saved... Your vision will be difficult to realize and may die halfway. Everything you do is for those who are not sick and are still conscious... not just for yourself."

Chiyoko repeated what Oboro had told her, and then gave the boy a meaningful look.

They left.

"Dark Ball... did you hear that?"

Watching the woman's retreating figure, Zekawa looked tenderly at his beloved dog, who had already stood up again.

"Woof."

The puppy looked very strange at this moment. Its fur had turned dark red, and it was unclear whether it was due to its transformation into a demon. The blood it had stained before its death seemed to have mixed with its fur, and it kept dripping onto the ground, flowing endlessly as if it would never dry up.

"Let's go."

The boy's eyes turned icy cold in an instant.

After saying that, he led the little dog named Dark Ball to the main street.

"Tsk."

Whose child is this?

"Get out of here! Aren't you in the way of people standing here?"

"It's so dirty!"

As soon as he appeared, everyone nearby looked disgusted; some were cursing, and others were casting disdainful glances.

Zekawa remained calm as he observed the scene that had repeated itself every day since he was a child: a self-important samurai was disciplining an honest man living there, and even drew his sword, intending to kill him.

There were also thugs humiliating women and children...

Some people are laughing, some are crying...

But most people simply turn a blind eye.

It's become a habit.

They're all sick...

Zekawa read it aloud.

The next second, the body of the Dark Ball beside him suddenly began to swell. It went from being a small dog that was only a meter long to being as tall as a low house in an instant. Its mouth was full of sharp teeth and it was drooling. Its flesh was like a bulging mass of muscles and a hairy abscess. The blood that spurted from its hair also became larger.

"Ah!"

This sudden scene terrified passersby.

Screams erupted all around.

Everyone scrambled to escape.

"Why are you running away... you scum who have polluted the world."

Can they escape?

Zekawa tilted his head, his bangs shifting to reveal a pair of sinister red eyes.

He slowly cracked a smile, "Go to hell..."

"The new world doesn't need you."