At the entrance, Muzan had lost interest. He had wanted to stroll around as dusk fell, only to run into a lucky idiot who ruined his mood.
Forget it. I'll walk around some more. I finally got let out, so I'd better make the most of it.
Having made up his mind, Little Muzan headed off in another direction...
What he did not know was that, on a rooftop a kilometer away, one man was observing him through an instrument while a slightly shorter man beside him took notes.
As Orochimaru recorded his observations, he unconsciously extended his tongue and licked his lips. "As expected of a Demon King who's lived for a thousand years. Even weakened to this extent, his cells are still extremely active."
Beside him, Shinnō adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixed on Muzan. "His cells are still multiplying, and his physical body is slowly recovering. Based on his normal recovery rate, I believe he should regain his peak strength within a hundred years. This self-regulating ability is even more valuable than we anticipated."
"He's just too well-behaved. It's boring." Orochimaru glanced at Muzan, who was dutifully slaughtering evildoers nearby, a hint of mockery in his voice.
"His Majesty beat him into submission, and Lord Tobirama's experiments wore down his defiance. Now he doesn't dare entertain even the slightest crooked thought. It does save us a lot of trouble."
"If he dares try anything, we have plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead," Shinnō said coldly. "We have all his cellular data."
"Indeed. A jackal that's lost its claws can only serve as a dog."
While Orochimaru and Shinnō were observing him, Jiraiya had already followed the clues to the lecturer.
Through a combination of threats and inducements, he drew out Boss Wang.
"Y-you...