Test two? What test two? Was that just test one? So this guy still had...?
"N-no!" Muzan had already lost all feeling. Although his body had regenerated, fear had already crushed him.
He could feel it. This guy was doing it deliberately, deliberately keeping him alive, deliberately toying with him!
"You lived for a thousand years, and this is all you've got?" Kirishima Bupai twisted his neck and narrowed his eyes in disdain.
With that, he surveyed the area, left in even greater disarray by the fall and his demonic might.
Then his thoroughly playful gaze settled on the heap of Muzan's flesh sprawled on the ground, his consciousness hazy, twitching and regenerating on instinct alone.
A smile of someone looking for amusement immediately appeared on Kirishima Bupai's face, making Muzan's skin crawl. "Forget it. I'll drag this heap of rotten meat along and find some fun. Hopefully, those kids down below enjoy themselves."
He bent down and, just as he had envisioned earlier, brutally seized the stump of Muzan's limb, which had only just regenerated the outline of an ankle, and dragged him across the ground like a dead dog.
Muzan's ruined body scraped over the cold ground strewn with rubble and building debris, making a rustling sound.
This time, he did not even have the slightest thought of struggling. He abandoned thought entirely, like livestock being dragged to a slaughterhouse.
Dragging Muzan along and ignoring his presence, Kirishima went straight to a window where space was relatively weak.
He twisted his neck, then abruptly exerted his strength, swinging his arm in a full arc...
"Off you go!"
As though throwing away a piece of repulsive trash, he hurled the half-dead Muzan, who had utterly lost his will to fight, out the window into the inverted, jumbled space of