World Will's Cheating

Doma's physical strength is comparable to Gyutaro's, but his Blood Demon Art variations and abilities surpass those of the latter.

Gyutaro's Blood Demon Art and the soul ability he gained by Daki are relatively simple.

It's easy to spot the flaws.

However, Gyutaro's fighting skills were unmatched by Doma.

The odds of either of them winning are... fifty-fifty.

This is under normal circumstances.

Now, Oboro believes that Doma will win... for no other reason than this.

Because Gyutaro brought Daki, this woman was a burden from the very beginning.

As long as Doma keeps an eye on this point, he can effectively restrain Gyutaro.

"One was poisoned, and the other was corrupted by the soul..." Long smiled gently.

Gyutaro is talented, but he didn't nurture it properly.

Oboro's purpose in coming to Demon Slayer wasn't solely to inherit the will. It could be said that he had the idea of experimenting with Gyutaro and the other inheritors, and didn't take it seriously.

Otherwise, Doma might not have had a chance of winning.

Another point is that the will to pass on lies in the development and awakening of the next generation's self, as well as their growth based on their original strength. Too much interference is not in line with the concept of 'inheritance'.

Their success and failure both stemmed from their sibling relationship.

"Get out of my way!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and Long withdrew his senses, looking down.

The battle between Muzan and Kokushibo had reached a fever pitch, and now, in addition to Kokushibo, there were two more people on the battlefield.

He is also one of the few inheritors capable of dealing with Muzan's flesh and blood clones.

One of them was the kimono-clad woman who had spoken with Oboro earlier.

The three joined forces to launch a siege against Muzan.

A woman's soul power is attraction; her soul emits a special wavelength that causes Muzan to Muzan lose focus, slow his movements, and unconsciously draw his attention to her.

This attraction comes from a resonance of souls, and there's no way to directly block it out.

The only way to resist this ability is through repeated, timely awakenings, allowing the soul to gradually become more adaptable.

The other inheritor had just been Muzan, his bloody head ripped off by Muzan.

In the short time that followed, Kokushibo used his Muzan soul abilities to continuously create wounds on Muzan's body. Although Muzan recovered completely thanks to his physical regenerative abilities, the damage to his soul could not heal itself.

Kokushibo's demon sword is imbued with soul power, which can directly affect the target's soul essence.

"Die, all of you! I am the sole victor!"

After Muzan killed one of the inheritors, he immediately roared again.

He completely lost his composure.

The damage Kokushibo inflicted on him caused Muzan to lose face.

No longer needing to pay attention to the inheritor, he could fully concentrate on the battle at hand.

Immediately, Muzan's body spontaneously burst forth with blood mist, and a bloody aura spread throughout the Infinity Castle.

Long looked up at the building suspended high in the air within the alternate dimension.

They discovered that all the stone platforms, pavilions, and houses were gushing blood like waterfalls... In an instant, the stench of blood filled the Infinity Castle.

Muzan pushed his Soul Spores to their limit! This was his true power.

The reason he was able to be injured by Doma and Kokushibo was mainly due to the interference of the successor.

In addition... Muzan wanted to easily win against Oboro and demonstrate his overwhelming level of skill.

It's just a pity that he didn't succeed.

They underestimated these enemies.

As the blood and qi spread, everything in the space is rapidly turning into flesh and blood tissue.

Just as Kokushibo, who was hiding in the shadows, was about to launch another sneak attack, the floor and walls of the pavilion where he was standing suddenly turned into flesh. Then, countless eyes appeared in every corner and direction, moving their eyeballs to find his location.

Kokushibo's soul ability can evade perception, but it cannot evade 'visual' detection.

In the blink of an eye, an eye at his feet set its sights on him.

Kokushibo's hair stood on end.

Before his ankles even moved, Muzan's Muzan and distorted face had already appeared behind his shoulder.

"You really think you have a chance to defeat me?!"

"You... are nothing but a piece of trash I picked up."

Hearing Muzan's chilling commotion, Kokushibo instantly transformed into a phantom and vanished from the spot.

Although he fled swiftly, he was still caught in the trap.

Half of his body suddenly swelled up with fleshy growths, deforming his physique and leaving him with only half of a human limb.

Kokushibo tried to suppress it with the power of his flesh and blood, but found it was completely useless.

The spread and division of the Muzan cells within the body are extremely rapid and violent.

Muzan's Soul Spores have a limited coverage area. As long as you avoid the floating blood energy, Kokushibo wouldn't normally be contaminated by the cells. However, the blood-red waterfalls falling from the sky all around seem to catalyze the density of Muzan's own blood energy, making his abilities more effective.

It is also more powerful.

At this moment, the central space of the entire Infinity Castle was filled with a layer of red mist.

There was nowhere to hide.

Even in spaces not affected by the blood mist, there are 'robes' that are invisible to the naked eye.

Kokushibo wanted to swing his sword and cut off the half of his body that had been affected... but his fighting instincts and experience told him that it was no use.

The cells had already invaded his internal organs.

It can even travel through the bloodstream to the brain.

His body was out of control, and he immediately fell from the sky, crashing into a floating platform below.

At that moment, a thin, long Chain spear shot out from the air, piercing his abdomen and dragging him back.

The Chain was a tentacle that grew from Muzan's body.

As he was being pulled back, Kokushibo caught a glimpse of the woman on the other side out of the corner of his eye.

This inheritor has been transformed by the robe into a gigantic, unrecognizable ball of flesh, with no human features or form left, only a pair of eyes filled with adoration and intoxication, gazing up at the person above... namely, Oboro.

The woman seemed to have no fear of death whatsoever.

The meaning conveyed in his eyes was as if dying here would fulfill his wish.

To be able to carry out Oboro's will, even at the cost of one's life, is a blessing.

"Did it fail?"

A thought flashed through Kokushibo's mind.

Some blurry images flashed through my mind and gradually became clearer.

He remembered some people and events.

Oboro, who witnessed all of this, sensed the will of the Demon Slayer world, that 'Little Tree'.

Clearly, Little Tree didn't want Muzan here.

Muzan is the original seed that hatched this 'world'.

Muzan's soul ability, which is this infectious 'spore,' is actually the logic that Oboro, when he was Hunter x Hunter, said that the soul could change the body... Including Kokushibo and Doma's abilities, one is 'disappearance,' and the other is to Separation and control the lingering resentment of the soul... These are all things that Oboro has already mastered.

But for them, achieving this level is already quite impressive.

Kokushibo, the successor, died in battle.

The victor is Muzan.

But the will of this world is secretly interfering in this...

To guide the destiny of all people.

"You still think highly of him... right?"

A thought suddenly crossed Long's mind.

He asked the Little Tree a question.

The Little Tree swayed slightly, as if in response.

Meanwhile, Muzan had already 'digested' Kokushibo.

He instantly appeared in front of Oboro from his original position.

His black suit was already tattered and stained with blood.

"I won."

He turned to Long, who was sitting on the ground, and coldly uttered three words.

His tone carried a hint of pride and excitement.

Doma and Gyutaro are still fighting... and the battle is still undecided.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they couldn't possibly defeat Muzan.

"Are you... looking down at me?"

"Long asked lightly."

A simple sentence instantly plunged Muzan, who had just won a great victory and was feeling Muzan, into an ice cellar. He immediately realized what was happening, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly bent his knees, kneeling on one knee with a look of suppressed forbearance and struggle.

"Oh."

Long let out a soft laugh.

"With your abilities, to have overdrawn your soul power to this extent, you should be dead... Your Blood Demon Art, fused with Soul Spores, isn't nearly as powerful." Oboro continued, "Your soul is now riddled with cracks, teetering on the brink of collapse... Even you yourself are surprised that you can still speak to me so freely..."

"..."

Muzan's pupils trembled.

Indeed... his current state is very strange; he does not feel any pain or damage to his soul.

Even the trauma Kokushibo inflicted on his soul was no longer so obvious.

"This world... saved you."

"Oboro said."

"What?"

Muzan.

If the will of the world wants to preserve a certain character, it must change the original rules and highlight certain behaviors from the 'past history'. For example, some of Muzan's past experiences were amplified as the rules changed, allowing him to potentially gain some 'power' in the present to maintain his survival.

These experiences were originally of little use.

Doing so will inevitably damage the world's will.

Then, Oboro raised her eyelids and stared at Muzan: "This is a game I arranged, and you are all the participants I selected. I am the only referee."

"Do you understand... what this means?"

Upon Muzan, Muzan suddenly had a bad feeling.

My throat bobbed involuntarily.

"If... you survive to the end through your own abilities, I will keep my promise. But... I don't like outsiders interfering in my affairs. Under normal circumstances, you might be able to kill Kokushibo and the successor, but your own condition will be extremely poor. If you then fight one of them to the death, it's hard to say who will win."

Even if your chances of winning are still greater, suspense is still suspense.

"And now, the winner is definitely you."

"I..."

Muzan broke out in a sweat. "You're planning to back out?!"

"It's not about backing out... it's just about letting the script continue along a different path."

Long shook his head. "Your line of reasoning doesn't hold true for me."

Muzan's mind went completely blank.

He... saw the murderous intent in the man's eyes.

"What does this have to do with me? What world protected me? What are you talking about? I won by my own strength! No matter how many of them there are, they can't kill me!"

"You..."

"I... I... I don't want to die!"

"I will never die!!!"