Chapter 298: Muzan Kibutsuji Meets Orochimaru, Ominous

He was truly unwilling to take risks,

even though he possessed an immortal body, could instantly recover from any fatal injury, and was the strongest life form on the Demon Slayer Continent.

Yet he still felt panicked.

Back then, the blade swung by Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had mastered Sun Breathing, shattered the confidence he had struggled so hard to build up.

Even though Tsugikuni Yoriichi had been dead for many years, he still worried that there might be an existence similar to Tsugikuni Yoriichi among humans.

"No."

Muzan Kibutsuji shook his head and said, "The number of people chosen by the Game Invitation is very small; until now, it has only been me and Hantengu."

If he were to proactively send demons to search for those invited, it would be inevitable that other demons would become curious about the Game Invitation.

This state of hesitation, if it were any other Leader with the control of a Demon King, would not be a struggle at all, but it happened to befall this trashy, cowardly Demon King with a terrible personality.

"Fine, I have an immortal body; if there is any situation, I will just exit the game."

Muzan Kibutsuji finally made the initial decision to accept the game's invitation.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the Infinite Castle and appeared instead within a lush, giant forest.

Tree crowns as huge as mushrooms blocked out the entire sky,

and at the same time, they blocked the sunlight.

Within the dark and eerie dense forest, chilling roars came one after another.

"Is this the game world?"

Muzan Kibutsuji quickly exited the game according to what Hantengu had said, and discovered that he had appeared in the Infinite Castle without any obstruction.

Nakime looked bewildered.

Didn't Lord Muzan just say he was going to leave for a while? Why did he suddenly return? But she did not make a sound.

Any decision made by Lord Muzan was not something for subordinates like them to question.

Just like that, Nakime watched with her own eyes as Muzan Kibutsuji appeared, disappeared, and appeared again, only disappearing completely after several consecutive times.

Muzan Kibutsuji nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good. Since I can exit directly, there is nothing to fear."

He restored his original appearance and wandered through the forest.

Bang.

Muzan stretched out his arm, which transformed into deformed, hideous flesh, and lashed out like a whip of flesh.

An Ox-Head monster holding a Giant Axe swung its axe and chopped off the incoming arm.

But it did not expect that the severed arm would suddenly grow new flesh, open a bloody maw, and bite the Ox-Head monster's head right off.

"To think it could cut off my arm; these monsters are stronger than I imagined."

Muzan Kibutsuji showed a look of surprise. After creating countless demons and the Twelve Kizuki, he rarely fought against the Demon Slayer Corps himself.

His combat experience was not considered rich,

but his near-perfect life and flesh granted him exaggerated combat power. Except for special characters like Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the entire Demon Slayer Corps together wouldn't be able to inflict injuries on him.

Of course, there was also an element of testing and underestimating the enemy in this.

However, he could roughly judge that

the strength of these monsters was at its weakest just slightly stronger than ordinary demons, and the stronger ones even had the strength of an Upper Rank.

They posed absolutely no threat to him.

Thinking of this, Muzan Kibutsuji finally relaxed a little, let go of his reservations, and began hunting monsters in the Grand Forest.

Until he had gathered two hundred Reward Points,

he exchanged for an item in the Game Mall.

"Let me see what kind of ability something that dares to be sold as a commodity has."

Muzan Kibutsuji's gaze was disdainful. He did not care about the attributes of the commodity; as the already perfect life form, all he needed was the Blue Spider Lily.

Other items would not catch his eye.

A glass bottle appeared out of thin air, containing a clear blue liquid inside.

【Secret Experimental Serum of the Lurker Organization (Inferior Red Zombie)】: After consumption, there is a 69% probability of becoming a secondary biochemical zombie, a 30.999999% probability of becoming a red biochemical zombie, and a 0.000001% probability of becoming a perfect biochemical body.

"Perfect biochemical body?"

The hand Muzan Kibutsuji used to hold the glass bottle tightened involuntarily.

The experience of searching for the Blue Spider Lily for a thousand years gave him a natural sense of importance toward the word "perfect."

After reading it in detail, information regarding biochemical zombies flooded into his mind.

Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes widened, and he whispered, "To think there is such miraculous research—viral genes that continuously infect humans to become new zombies."

This organization called the Lurker Organization had the same methods as his own.

It was just that,

compared to his own demons, the zombies created by this serum were incredibly weak.

Especially the secondary zombies that one would likely become; even ordinary people holding weapons could kill them. The red zombies, which had a very small probability of occurring, were only at a level similar to a Lower Rank.

But, what Muzan valued was the potential behind this bottle of serum.

Especially the game text's description of 【Perfect biochemical body】: ageless, immortal, and fearless of sunlight.

"It seems this bottle of serum is the most basic experimental result. As long as research is continuously conducted, the serum can become more and more perfect, greatly enhancing the serum's capabilities."

Muzan Kibutsuji's breathing became heavy,

his eyes staring fixedly at the game's descriptive text for the perfect biochemical body.

Being able to walk in the sunlight had already become his obsession for a thousand years.

The Blue Spider Lily had remained missing, which had already made Muzan Kibutsuji begin to doubt whether what that doctor said back then was true or false.

Perhaps the Blue Spider Lily did not exist at all?

And now, a new possibility that could help him transform has appeared before his eyes, though the probability is pitifully low.

"Is it real or fake?"

Although Kibutsuji Muzan is excited, he has not been completely blinded by the Perfect Life.

No matter how flowery the words are, if it is fake, it is all meaningless.

He returns to the Infinite Castle,

suppressing his surging emotions, and says indifferently to Nakime: "Bring a Lower Rank over."

"Yes, Lord Muzan."

Nakime obediently plucks the strings of her instrument, opening the gates of the Infinite Castle.

Soon,

a Lower Rank Demon with black hair, a beard, and mottled markings on his face appears inside the Infinite Castle.

At first, he is somewhat dazed, but after realizing the situation before him, he immediately kneels on the ground in fear.

He does not even dare to raise his head.

Outside, they are Lower Rank Demon Moons who treat ordinary humans as flesh and blood and view other demons as waste. But here in the Infinite Castle, in front of Muzan, they are no better than that human flesh.

"You are... never mind."

Kibutsuji Muzan frowns, thinks for a moment,

and forgets the name of this Lower Rank Demon, but these things are not important to him.

"Being chosen by me is your good fortune."

The vial brought out from the game is tossed to the side of Lower Rank Two, and Kibutsuji Muzan says coldly: "Drink it, and you will be able to possess even greater power."

The price of becoming a secondary zombie is the loss of intelligence, falling into a beast-like creature.

But in conducting experiments, there are always sacrifices.

It is just a Lower Rank Demon; he can create as many as he wants.

"Yes, Lord Muzan!"

The Lower Rank Two named Rokuro picks up the vial, somewhat flattered, thinking that because he has eaten many humans, he is being valued by Lord Muzan, but after seeing the liquid inside the vial clearly,

he is slightly puzzled.

To become stronger, one needs the blood bestowed by Lord Muzan;

this is the consensus of all demons.

But the liquid in this bottle does not seem to be blood at all, right? And he does not smell even the slightest scent of blood.

However,

this is Lord Muzan's order; even if he has doubts, Rokuro does not dare to ask more and can only bite the bullet and pull out the wooden stopper.

He drinks it.

"Lord Muzan, I am in so much pain!"

After drinking the potion, Rokuro only feels his entire body beginning to burn, as if his flesh and bones are being dissolved; the potion decomposes crazily within his body, and Rokuro's skin begins to fester, but it is rapidly repaired due to Muzan's blood, alternating back and forth like this.

The Lower Rank Demon rolls wildly on the ground in pain.

"Endure it."

Kibutsuji Muzan watches the changes in the Lower Rank Demon with cold eyes,

until he lies on the ground, motionless.

Roar.

Suddenly,

the Lower Rank Demon, whose appearance has changed drastically, jumps up and rushes toward Kibutsuji Muzan like a madman.

His skin bursts open all over, revealing scarlet muscle fibers, and white bones pierce out from his whole body, wrapping around him like bone spurs; two thorn-like bones extend from his palms, looking like a pair of bone claws.

Red zombie.

Kibutsuji Muzan did not expect his luck to be quite good, directly creating a red zombie with a relatively low probability.

This also confirms the authenticity of that potion.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Kibutsuji Muzan's gaze is calm, and the moment the mutated Lower Rank Demon rushes over, he kills it.

The remaining flesh and blood are thrown out of the Infinite Castle by Nakime, and after a while, they are teleported back by Nakime.

That mass of wriggling flesh is parasitized by Muzan's blood and the virus potion that can cause mutation.

It has not disappeared, only slightly scorched.

It still retains a faint solar heat; Kibutsuji Muzan, who should have stayed away from the sun's temperature, is as excited as a Hunter who has caught his prey, and ignoring the burning sensation, he grabs the mass of flesh in his hand.

"It was not incinerated by the sun, it was not incinerated by the sun!"

Kibutsuji Muzan loses his composure, his eyes filled with scarlet markings, staring fixedly at the flesh in his hand.

After the virus research potion from the game fuses with his own blood,

it can block the sun's incineration! "The Lurker Organization's zombie potion can overcome the trouble of sunlight!"

Kibutsuji Muzan is excited; next, as long as he solves the side effect of losing one's mind, this potion will be the ladder for him to become the Perfect Life.

Samsara Game!

He no longer wants to care whether there is a conspiracy behind this game.

"Do you need to sell assets to exchange for Reward Points?"

Kibutsuji Muzan does not care about so-called assets, although he does not have any right now,

but to him,

he has the ability and time to accumulate countless assets over nearly a thousand years; as long as he is willing, the assets of the entire Demon Slayer Empire will be pocketed by him.

Ordinary humans cannot stop him, and the Demon Slayer Corps even less so.

"From this moment on, Muzan Kibutsuji is about to step onto the path of becoming the perfect lifeform!"

Muzan Kibutsuji was in high spirits, the gloom of being unable to find the Blue Spider Lily for many years swept away.

Logging into the game again,

he intended to purchase all the remaining items on the Game Shelf as well.

Just after logging in, the familiar forest appeared, but there was an extra figure.

Muzan Kibutsuji frowned slightly and said coldly, "Who are you? Get lost."

He thought of Hantengu's Invitation Letter,

and knew that he was certainly not the only player of this Samsara Game; the person before him should be a Game Player just like himself.

Damn it.

Although it was unclear who created the Samsara Game, did those weak pieces of trash even have the qualifications to play the game?

A true player should only be himself; that would be the correct choice.

Thinking of this, Muzan Kibutsuji's arms had already transformed into whip-like tentacles, carrying a thick, foul stench of flesh and blood, covered in thorn-like barbs, and lashed out.

"Go to hell."

Having already witnessed the powerful physiques of the monsters within the Grand Forest, Muzan Kibutsuji did not underestimate his opponent and unleashed his full strength; the thorn-like whip-tentacles even whipped up a sonic boom.

Confident and full of himself, his expression suddenly stiffened.

"Hiss."

The opponent, who should have been whipped into minced meat by his trump card, flicked their tongue like a snake and licked their chin,

while their palm, like an iron pincer, easily gripped the whip-tentacle he had swung with full force.

In their snake-like gaze, filled with a sense of keen interest, they looked at the completely unprepared Muzan and said:

"A mutated flesh-type ability, quite rare. After all, ordinary players with other game abilities wouldn't choose this kind of ability that leads to bodily deformity."

"You are excellent research material; could you cooperate with me a little?"

(End of chapter)