Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 136 The Beginning of the Demon Slayer Corps Extermination Operation

On one side, father and son are loving and filial; on the other side, Shugo is working diligently, turning the pages of reports one by one and issuing new instructions.

What?! Someone is lining their own pockets! Outrageous!

This is my money!

Fire this bloodsucker, recover the losses, and if you can't recover them, make his whole family food!

What?! Someone is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, unwilling to reclaim assets!

They must kill them! Recover the losses!

As he continued criticizing, Shugo's expression grew increasingly grim. His already pale complexion began to fade further, and the entire demon looked like it was about to wither away.

Why are these humans so annoying!

They believe the orders from above are wrong and are convinced that they are right!

Ha! You think you're playing Hanzawa Naoki?

What level am I at? What level are you at? What can you see?

Do I need you to tell me what to do?

Shugo cursed inwardly, feeling as if his own blood was rushing to his dead brain.

Shugo suppressed his impatience and began to look through them one by one, leaving the fountain pen aside.

You think he's easy to bully and easy to talk to just because you think he offers good wages and benefits and is willing to listen to employee opinions?

Shugo, who was truly brought back to life by anger: ...

At this moment, Shugo deeply resonated with the original Muzan. This is why you don't engage in factionalism at all!

There are just too many disobedient fools who think they're clever.

It would be easier to just establish a tyranny... even though it would be easier to die.

For entry-level staff, all you need to do is be obedient; you don't need to bring your brain to work.

Shugo realized something profound: you really don't need to be too nice to these people; you should give them a few more lashes.

Muzan! I missed you! Muzan, quickly give them a few lashes!

Shugo took a deep breath, put on a cold face, and said something to the kid who came to deliver the documents.

"Make them do as I say, or I'll take them as food."

The ghost delivering the documents had an unfamiliar face; he wasn't someone who delivered documents regularly. Had we seen him somewhere before?

His face looks familiar. By the way, what's this guy's name?

Hiiragi looked at the kid who delivered the documents again, and his brows furrowed once more.

The ghost who was just delivering a document: ...afraid

Shugo's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in as he racked his brains trying to think of a name but couldn't come up with one. This feeling of thinking about something but not being able to think of one was terrible.

In his past life, Shugo would most likely have continued to make things difficult for himself.

Now, Shugo chooses to address the problem directly by asking questions.

"What's your name?"

"I'm calling for a letter," the little devil whispered, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"A letter?" Shugo repeated, the door to his memories slowly opening.

Shugo finally realized, oh, it's this traitorous opportunist, the disciple of the Water Pillar.

Is this guy's presence too weak? Sakura and Gardenia have a much stronger presence than you.

Suspicious as ever, Shugo asked a few more questions.

"Why are you here?"

“I’m here to fill in because we’re short-handed,” Ichijo Shin said cautiously, without mentioning that it was because Shugo had transferred a large number of demons away.

The white ghostly figure at the head of the table stared at a letter for a while before nodding and speaking.

"Let's go."

I broke out in a cold sweat after reading that letter.

As soon as the other person disappeared, Shugo's body slumped down.

A pair of pale arms suddenly reached out from behind and wrapped around Shugo's neck, which was quite startling.

Shugo tried to stand up again, but his body wouldn't budge, and he let out a helpless cry.

"Muzan".

Muzan remained silent.

A warm sensation came from his cheek; Muzan was rubbing against him, seemingly trying to draw strength from the touch. Shugo hallucinated a little black cat meowing pitifully, begging to play.

Shugo rubbed his face, feeling guilty for a few seconds. Lately, he had indeed been brushing off Muzan rather often.

There's nothing we can do; he really has a lot of work, and Muzan doesn't like working either. Let's be understanding.

As I gently brushed my cheek, a soft warmth appeared, accompanied by a slight wet sound.

Shugo's body stiffened, the wetness on his cheeks spreading wider and wider, and he once again hallucinated the image of Muzan's scarlet tongue peeking out from his lips and lightly licking them.

Super color.

At this moment, Shugo hated his rich imagination and experience visiting the flower market, and his phantom limbs became hard.

Shugo pulled the damp female ghost off his back, hugged and kissed Muzan, and the two of them were intimate for a while, which was a way of releasing the fire in their hearts.

Damn it, that little vixen Muzan has been flirting with him more and more excessively lately.

Frustrated and resentful, Shugo vowed fiercely in his heart: once his plan was complete, he would deal with this guy sooner or later.

The plan is nearing completion.

His life force absorption progress bar has reached 99%, with only the last 1% remaining.

—Filling it in with Tokyo's total population should be just right.

"You've come at the right time. There's something I need you to do."

After the kiss, Shugo acted like a heartless boss who used and discarded his mistress and secretary, assigning them tasks.

Muzan, who was just there to flirt and subtly hint at his lack of care: ? ? ?

"Demon Slayer Corps?"

Looking at the information provided by Shugo, Muzan glanced at it and immediately noticed the flies that were relentlessly chasing him, and frowned in disgust.

With the progenitor of demons in his arms, Hiiragi was utterly smug and self-satisfied.

“The Demon Slayer Corps has shown up. We’ve just found their headquarters. Ubuyashiki should be here.”

“So—” Shugo continued, “I want you to take Kokushibo and the others there to completely wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps.”

"Why not just send Kokushibo?"

Muzan now completely looks down on the Demon Slayer Corps.

Without Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the Demon Slayer Corps' fighting strength is just so-so, a complete pushover.

"I'm sending you to keep things in check, and we'll see if you decide whether to take action based on the situation."

Shugo patiently said one thing, then changed his mind and said another.

"Besides, it was discovered so easily, it might be a trap. I'll feel more at ease if you go."

After praising Muzan to the point of flattery, Shugo successfully coaxed Muzan into agreeing.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The husband, Shuuga, who is unable to return home due to long hours at work, and his lonely wife, Muzan, who is left alone in their empty house.