As demon blood entered Genya Shinazugawa's body, his head rapidly began to swell. Dark purple veins bulged out as though they were about to burst through his skin.
Muzan withdrew his index finger and left without looking back. He did not care whether this human lived or died, much less whether he could become a demon.
It had merely been a whim. With such a long lifespan, he had to find himself some entertainment.
Genya Shinazugawa slumped in the corner, his head still swelling as it gradually stretched thinner and larger. It looked like a dark purple balloon, the kind that could burst at any moment.
Gradually, his swollen head began to shrink. It adapted to the demon blood, but in the end, it was still three times bigger than an ordinary person's.
At the same time, an unbearable hunger surged within him. It wanted to eat, especially his family.
"Hungry!"
"I'm so hungry!"
"But I feel so strong, hahaha!"
Genya Shinazugawa staggered to his feet, drool pouring from his mouth like a waterfall. It had just completed its Demonization yet retained a trace of consciousness. It had to be said, it was quite talented at being a demon.
Following its instincts, it stumbled toward home. This was also that trash boss's sick sense of humor—humans who became demons always wanted to devour their own families first.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Sanemi yawned and turned toward the house. Just as he reached the door, he paused, looked back at Hiruma, and said, "Thanks for letting my family have such a feast. I'll pay you back someday."
Hiruma smiled and waved it off. "It's fine. Food and drinks on the company dime—my boss is paying."
Sanemi was momentarily speechless at Hiruma's words. Could someone really say something like that