A Fateful Encounter with Muzan × The Filthy Boss Summons the Upper Ranks
What is a ghost?
In Roy's view, "ghosts" have not been separated from the concept of "humans".
It is a collection of all the dark emotions of "humanity," "tyranny," "cruelty," and "madness," amplified by the demon blood of "Muzan"... just as "Post-Mortem Nen" is born from "obsession" and "resentment"...
Because they "cannot obtain" it, after becoming ghosts, they must desperately try to make up for it...
With a twitch of his nostrils, Roy instantly detected the Clone Demon's scent. He activated [Circle], instantly locking onto the Clone Demon's location and listening to its thoughts along with it...
Just like what it says to Tanjiro in the original work... "Women should eat while they're 'young,' otherwise they'll become ugly and unpalatable as they get older..."
Roy astutely detected the deep-seated inferiority complex hidden within the "Clone Demon's " heart.
Because he was poor, old, ugly, and cowardly, he never got married in his entire life, and he never even held a woman's hand. He could only secretly peek at or even stalk young girls to relieve the pressure deep in his heart. Living like a walking corpse like this was worse than... dying!
"Sun Breathing, Second Form, Clear Blue Sky..."
The sword was drawn, turned red, and flames spontaneously arose... A blade of light wreathed in flames flashed by...
Suddenly, a muddy swamp appeared on the wall of the alley. "Glug glug~" Two ghost heads rolled off, and a Clone Demon with two ghost horns on its head fell to the ground... Roy calmly pointed his knife diagonally and inserted it into its mouth. At a moment, his gaze sharpened, and through the "Clone Demon's " scarlet eyes, he saw a pair of eyes!
The owner of those eyes had blood-red pupils, dressed like Young Master in overalls and a pair of gleaming leather shoes. He was holding a book in his hands, researching in an elegantly decorated yet luxurious study, with several maids standing around him...
"Muzan?"
The Bright Red Nichirin Sword... those "Hanafuda Earrings"...
The two stared at each other through the "Clone Demon's" pupils, both momentarily stunned.
Roy was the first to react; his jet-black pupils suddenly "ignited" like two suns, piercing straight through the "Clone Demon's " pupils and staring intently "inside"...
Muzan's eyes were immediately drawn to the "two" suns. He stumbled back several steps, the book in his hand flying out of his hand in fright. In his shock, he lost his footing and fell to the ground!
"The sun..." Sun Breathing... That swordsman... is Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
"Bang!" The demon blood belonging to "Muzan" inside the "Clone Demon" exploded!
The "Clone Demon" itself, like a watermelon, exploded after being struck with the hammer...
The connection between Muzan and the demon blood that had been established through demon blood was completely severed, almost Muzan!
Panel notification... [Life Energy +10... [Monster Compendium] has been added...]
[Clone Demon: D-rank monster]
[Physical Fitness: 103 (Note: Average person's score is 1)]
[Talented Blood Demon Art: Swamp Space (Note: Spatial ability, with the "Clone Demon" as the center, a swamp can be freely created within a ten-meter radius using "solid" objects (such as walls or floors), from which one can emerge and achieve "spatial crossing")... Now extracted...]
[Blood Demon Art: Clone (Note: To materialize Clone, a "corpse" is required as a vessel, and the clone is formed by differentiating ghost blood)... It has now been extracted...]
"Pfft~" [Eyes of Truth] went out.
Roy sheathed his sword. "You escaped pretty quickly."
As my thoughts raced, I received two streams of information from the panel...
A swamp appeared beneath his feet, and he sank into the ground. When he reappeared, he was ten meters away, peeking out from a corner of a wall... He sank to the bottom and surfaced again, using the swamp to traverse the streets and alleys, silently familiarizing himself with the [Swamp Space]. After a while, he left the world of Demon Slayer and returned to the world of Hunter...
Young Master...
Young Master...
What's wrong?
Tokyo.
Inside a luxurious mansion.
Seeing their Young Master fall, several maids reached out to help him up. Their arms were straightened, but their heads were Muzan. Muzan, disguised as a "Sun-Earring Boy," punched each maid to death, then sat on the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath... For hundreds of years, since the death of that swordsman with the flame Demon Slayer Mark on his forehead, he had never felt fear again as he did today!
Those "Hanafuda Earrings"... that Bright Red Nichirin Sword wreathed in raging flames... those "Great Sun Eyes" piercing straight into his heart... instantly pulled him back to the bamboo forest where he first met Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
That night, the bamboo grove rustled in the wind...
He mocked him, saying he was just an ordinary swordsman, and shattered him into over 1,800 pieces.
He said, "I'm no longer interested in swordsmen who use Breathing Style."
He asked, "What do you consider life to be?"
Muzan dares not forget... the Demon Slayer Mark, the Bright Red Nichirin Sword, even the earrings that Yoriichi Tsugikuni once wore on Tsugikuni Yoriichi earlobes—hundreds of years have passed, yet he still dares not forget them!
Nakime, convene the Upper Rank meeting, I need to...
"That swordsman... die!"
Several veins bulged beneath the Sun-Earring Boy's blood-red, menacing eyes!
He crawled up from the blood-soaked ground, saying these words... That night, the night was turbulent and turbulent, quite different from any other day...
Demon devour people, Demon Slayer Corps hunts them down, and from different corners, Lower Rank demons converge towards the same place. There's also Ubuyashiki Kagaya listening to Himejima Gyomei, embracing a hand warmer, and gazing at the stars in a robe...
Humans and ghosts, each displaying their unique characteristics, only... the one stirring up the times, as always, accompanied by the tolling of the clock in the corner...
At 4:30 a. m.
Having traversed the "Dream Tunnel," escaping the world of Demon Slayer, he returned to the world of Hunter. Opening his eyes precisely on time, this time... Roy looked out the window and saw that dawn hadn't yet Daybreak. Instead of getting up, he sank into the soft bed, creating a swamp-like mass. He resurfaced, emerging from the ancient stone corridor outside the door!
[Swamp Space] Ignores terrain, allowing free movement within a ten-meter radius, seemingly... even more useful than Roy had imagined.
The Sun-Earring Boy's lips curled up slightly, he stretched his arms and legs a little, and began his morning run around Kukuroo Mountain.
He walked through the long corridor, around the corner, under the stars and moon, and went down the Ancient Castle gate.
After he left, in the dimly lit room, an old man listened to cartoons, covered with a blanket, rocking back and forth in his rocking chair. He slowly Youyou his eyes a crack, coldly smiling at a corner of darkness, "That kid's 'hiding skills' are better than some old man's."
The darkness rippled... A head of white hair swayed, Zeno stepped out from within, hands behind his back, respectfully calling out, "Grandpa."
Maha closed his eyes, refusing to look at him, and simply sneered, "Oh... isn't this Zeno Isaac?"
"You've finally decided to come back from your father Netero's place?"
Zeno: