Muzan Kibutsuji

Several attacks missed, and Sanemi realized his opponent was definitely skilled, someone he absolutely couldn't beat. He calmed down considerably.

Why is this guy giving snacks to his younger siblings? Is he being nice?

Thinking this, Sanemi let out a self-deprecating laugh. Even a father would sell his children, so how could a stranger's kindness be trusted?

This was the environment Sanemi had grown up in; he truly struggled to believe anyone would be kind to others without reason.

"Yo!"

"Your punch was slow, kid!"

Hiruma said with a smile, and the next moment, he threw a punch with terrifying force that grazed Sanemi's cheek.

Instantly, Sanemi's eyes widened, his hair stood on end, and a wave of fear washed over him.

This guy is deliberately missing. Realizing this, he gasped for air. The opponent was far stronger than he had imagined.

"I really mean no harm. Otherwise, do you think you could have stopped me?" Hiruma patted Sanemi's shoulder and smiled faintly.

"Then what do you want? To do charity?"

"I don't believe there are any good people in this world who do things without expecting anything in return!" Sanemi's face was grim, and he remained highly wary.

"Eh!" Hiruma chuckled and teased, "You're meeting one today. I just like to meddle."

"Huh?!" Sanemi looked at him as if he were an idiot. Does this guy have a screw loose?

Ignoring Sanemi, Hiruma walked into his house. Just as Sanemi was about to stop him, Hiruma waved his hand without turning around and said, "Yesterday, someone named Genya Shinazugawa robbed me."

Upon hearing this, Sanemi froze. That damned man is causing trouble again.

"I'm sorry!"

"I was too impulsive!"

He immediately bowed ninety degrees to apologize. Although he despised his bastard father at all times, he felt a pang of guilt thinking that he had just attacked Hiruma, who was also a victim of his father.

Hiruma, however, didn't seem to mind at all. After all, this guy was loyal and righteous. He turned his head with a smile and said, "An apology is fine, but do you think he could have beaten me?"

Then, he changed the subject and continued, "But I'm the victim here. It shouldn't be a problem for me to recuperate at your place for a few days, right?"

"This..." Sanemi was speechless. The main issue was that he couldn't really argue against this, but it was already difficult to support his large family, let alone add another mouth to feed.

Hiruma understood Sanemi's difficulties. He took out a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it to him, saying, "This is for my lodging and meals!"

Sanemi's eyes nearly popped out. He had never held so much money in his life and was completely stunned. So, this is the world of the rich?

Is this too much, though?

Of course, he would soon realize that the money Hiruma gave was very reasonable.

As evening approached, the Shinazugawa family sat down for dinner. The already cramped room now had one more person, making it even more crowded.

The table was laden with delicacies the family had never seen before, and the quantity was baffling.

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I didn't poison it!"

Hiruma, holding a roasted chicken, asked with his cheeks stuffed full, his words muffled.

"Mr. Tendo, this money is for you. You're Sanemi's friend, so you don't need to pay if you want to stay!" Mrs. Shinazugawa pushed the money back towards Hiruma and said softly.

Swallowing his mouthful, he waved his hand and said, "Auntie, Sanemi once saved my life. If you keep refusing, it will be difficult for me."

Hearing this, Sanemi was stunned. When did I save your life?

How come I don't know?

"You guys should eat quickly before it gets cold!"

Without their mother's permission, the little Shinazugawa children could only drool and stare blankly. Although they were poor, they had to obey their mother.

"Then... okay, thank you, Mr. Tendo!"

As soon as Mrs. Shinazugawa finished speaking, the little children, with their milky voices, chimed in.

"Thank you, Mr. Tendo!"

What exactly is this guy's deal?

Sanemi was confused, or rather, his years of experience in the slums had been shattered.

Or perhaps he remembered Hiruma's words to him: I just like to meddle.

With Hiruma, the joyful addition, joining them, the dinner table was filled with laughter. The Shinazugawa family hadn't experienced such joy in a long time.

As night fell, Sanemi sat alone outside, still unable to understand why.

Just then, Hiruma sat beside him and teased, "What, you still think I'm a bad guy?"

Sanemi turned his head away proudly and said, "Who knows? I've seen plenty of people who can pretend."

"Think whatever you want!" Hiruma stood up and stretched. No matter what, he had made it in time. All he needed to do now was figure out how to get the Shinazugawa family to move.

This was what worried him the most. According to the story's progression, Mrs. Shinazugawa would become a demon, and the Shinazugawa family would be almost wiped out.

So, who could turn ordinary people into demons? Or rather, besides the "Scrap Boss," which demon would dare to do such a thing?

At this very moment, in a corner of the slum, a drunken Genya Shinazugawa was venting his anger at thin air.

Suddenly, a black figure burst into his blurry vision. He was just looking for an outlet for his frustration, and here one showed up.

"Damn it, who are you?"

"Don't you know this is my territory?"

"Oh?"

A cold, questioning voice echoed, sounding as if it came from the abyss, carrying a chilling aura. Genya Shinazugawa sobered up instantly.

Under the moonlight stood a tall, young man. His clean, neat suit was out of place in the dirty alley.

The man's skin was pale, devoid of any color, like a blank sheet of paper. His crimson eyes revealed a bloodthirsty and brutal nature.

Just a glance at the man was enough to freeze Genya Shinazugawa in place, not because he didn't want to escape, but because his legs had gone weak.

At this moment, he couldn't even move a single step, let alone turn and run.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of terrifying being stood before him. This was the progenitor of all demons—

Muzan Kibutsuji.

His only weakness was the long-dead Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

In this era, nothing could kill it except sunlight, or at least, that was the case for now.

"What did you just say? Say it again!" A sinister smile curved Muzan's lips. He was in a good mood today, as he seemed to have gotten news about the Blue Spider Lily.

He wouldn't kill the little bug in front of him. Instead, he planned to give him a chance. Whether he could withstand it, however, would depend on luck.

"I... I... I..."

Staring into those scarlet eyes that seemed to devour people whole, Genya Shinazugawa stammered in fear. He immediately dropped to his knees, knowing he had messed with the wrong person again.

He just couldn't understand why there were so many formidable individuals in such a small slum.

It just didn't make sense!

"Please spare me, don't... don't... don't kill me!"

He kowtowed frantically, not daring to look into Muzan's eyes.

"I don't feel like crushing an insect today!"

Muzan's icy voice nearly froze his blood, but hearing that he wouldn't die, he let out a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Muzan's index finger plunged into his temple.