Rokuya paused briefly in his chewing, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows. "Tokyo Prefecture? That's the most prosperous, densely populated place in the country right now. I hear they already have electric trams, and it's as bright at night as it is during the day. Demons dare operate somewhere like that?"
"It's precisely that prosperity and population density that make it the perfect hunting ground for demons." Kagaya Ubuyashiki sighed, his gaze seeming to pierce the void and see the bloodshed behind that bustling metropolis. "In remote villages, demonic activity is easily noticed. The population is small, so someone going missing immediately causes panic. But in Tokyo Prefecture, countless outsiders pour in every day, and countless people silently vanish into dark alleys every day, too. Homeless vagrants, workers drunk at night, even patrons wandering the Entertainment District... the Metropolitan Police Department won't even open a case when they disappear."
Rokuya's gaze turned cold. He was a pragmatist, but that didn't mean he had no reverence for life. On the contrary, after experiencing the hellish scene in Mochizuki Village, he felt a bone-deep revulsion for those demons that knew nothing but plunder and devour.
"More importantly..." Kagaya Ubuyashiki lowered his voice. "We have ample reason to suspect that Muzan Kibutsuji himself frequently operates around Tokyo Prefecture. He seems quite fond of disguising himself as a human and blending into that prosperous urban life."
At the name "Muzan Kibutsuji," Rokuya's eyes instantly narrowed, a chilling sharpness flashing through his pupils.
He knew nothing about the Twelve Kizuki, nor the specific plot surrounding the Upper and Lower Ranks, but as someone who had transmigrated, he knew one thing clearly-Muzan Kibutsuji was the source of all this evil, the final boss of this world. As long as he cut that