Chapter 255

Moreover, becoming a demon could increase one’s lifespan and gain greater power.

Most people could not resist this temptation.

"Heh."

Hearing this, Karl smiled softly.

"..."

Hearing the laughter, Muzan Kibutsuji’s expression turned cold.

He felt this was a rejection and a mockery of him.

Sure enough, he saw Karl say with a smile, "Become your subordinate?"

"Are you worthy?"

"I brought you here just to kill you."

"Ridiculous."

!!

Muzan Kibutsuji was furious upon hearing this.

As the progenitor of demons, he had a tyrannical personality.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

This person in front of him actually said he wanted to kill him?

He was truly courting death.

He frowned, preparing to deal with Karl.

But before he could even move, he saw a dazzling red light.

And then... there was no then.

Muzan Kibutsuji was dead.

He was evaporated directly by heat vision.

The reason Karl had brought him here

was naturally to kill him.

Just as he was preparing to leave, Karl thought about the later plot of the *Demon Slayer* world.

The result of the battle between Tanjiro and Muzan Kibutsuji was very tragic.

Many people died, and Tanjiro himself was severely injured.

Karl had come to this world today to save Tanjiro.

Naturally, he didn't want the other party to be injured or die easily in the future.

Then his previous efforts would have been in vain.

Therefore.

Karl decided to solve it once and for all.

To kill the great villain of the *Demon Slayer* world, Muzan Kibutsuji.

To put Tanjiro’s mind at ease, Karl directly brought Muzan here.

And killed him on the spot. CHAPTER 1008

Karl used heat vision to kill Muzan Kibutsuji.

After all, that was what he had intended to do from the start.

"Muzan Kibutsuji is dead..."

Seeing this scene, Tanjiro was very shocked.

He hadn't expected that the enemy who had killed almost his entire family would just die like this.

On the other side.

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps were also very shocked.

Because they hadn't expected that the legendary Muzan Kibutsuji would die in such a way.

They had never seen Muzan Kibutsuji before. CHAPTER 1009

But now that they had seen him for the first time, the other party had just died.

It was truly hard for them to believe.

They even had some doubts about Muzan Kibutsuji’s identity.

But thinking of the words between Tanjiro and Muzan Kibutsuji, they confirmed his identity.

Muzan Kibutsuji was truly dead.

Karl looked at the stunned Tanjiro and said, "Muzan Kibutsuji is dead; from now on, you and your sister can live a good life. I’m leaving."

Hearing this, Tanjiro immediately bowed and thanked him, "Thank you very much, Mr. Karl!"

Karl had not only saved his sister but had even helped him avenge his great grudge.

Tanjiro’s gratitude toward Karl was self-evident.

"Hmm, don't mention it."

Karl smiled, and then his entire person vanished instantly.

"Take care..."

Tanjiro looked at the spot where Karl had vanished and said softly.

Only he knew that Karl’s "leaving" meant leaving this world.

Returning to his own world.

However, Tanjiro wasn't too sad, because he and Karl were both in the chat group.

As long as they were in the chat group, they could contact each other at any time.

And there would be opportunities to meet.

The Pillars looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until a long time later that they confirmed Karl was no longer there.

Of course, they thought Karl had just left the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

The Pillars couldn't even imagine the idea of returning to another world.

After Karl returned to his own world, it was still late at night.

He didn't do anything and went straight to rest.

The next day, he went to the film set with Jang Man-wol as usual.

After staying there for a few more days, Karl returned to New York.

After all, Jang Man-wol was quite tired from filming every day, so he let her get a good rest at night.

Back in New York, Karl lived his usual peaceful life.

New Mexico.

On this day, a tall man descended.

He was struck by lightning and taken to the hospital.

Then he was treated as a mental patient by the hospital staff.

The next day, in the wilderness of New Mexico.

A place that was originally sparsely populated now had many figures.

Many people were having barbecues and picnics here.

In reality, this was not a place with very good scenery.

Even the surrounding trees were sparse, with only some withered yellow grass.

Logically speaking, one shouldn't come to such a place for tourism or picnics.

At the very least, one should find a place with nice scenery.

However, this place was very different.

Not long ago, a meteorite had fallen here.

And then, a magical object suddenly appeared in the crater.

A hammer.

A square, sturdy iron hammer was resting quietly on the ground.

Because the hammer looked quite decent and was just sitting there on the ground,

passersby who happened to walk by all had the idea of taking advantage of the situation and claiming the hammer for themselves.

However, they discovered that the hammer seemed to have grown into the ground.

No matter how much strength they used, they couldn't lift it.

Some passersby, seeing others unable to lift the hammer, felt curious and wanted to try it themselves.

Gradually, the news of a strange hammer in this place spread.

Within a few hours, hundreds of people had gathered here.

They had all heard the rumors and came to join in the excitement.

A burly man, two meters tall and broad-shouldered.

His name was Hank, and he had come to get the hammer after hearing about it from a friend.

He pushed through the crowd and arrived near the hammer.

At this moment, a middle-aged man was straining to grab the hammer.

Yet the hammer remained completely motionless.

"Move aside, it's my turn!"

Hank shoved the man away.

"Fu..."

The middle-aged man was already frustrated because he couldn't lift the hammer.

Now that he had been pushed, he instantly exploded.

He instinctively wanted to curse at the other person.

But upon seeing Hank's physique, he immediately shut his mouth and ran off.

There was no helping it; the other man was a head taller than him.

By the looks of it, he probably weighed three times as much as him.

Why ask for trouble?

"Heh!"

"Can't even lift a little hammer."

Hank snorted coldly, not even looking at the middle-aged man.

He reached out directly to grab the hammer on the ground.

However, something unexpected happened.

A hammer as square as this, and he actually couldn't lift it?

You have to know, this hammer wasn't even as big as his head!

"It is quite heavy..."

Hank pulled up his sleeves, bent his knees, and grabbed the hammer with all his might.

Yet, the hammer on the ground didn't move at all.

It was as if it had grown into the ground.

!!

Hank didn't give up and continued to exert force.

However, it was still useless.

After trying for a long time, he was exhausted.

He had no choice but to give up.

Thus, Hank had to leave silently.

After he left, a few more people curiously tried to grab the hammer.

Yet not a single person succeeded.

Even.