The Secret and most Powerful True Dragon

10K special chapter

Third-Person POV:

Rimuru and the twins found themselves in the demon slayer universe. They stood in a dense forest, cautiously surveying their surroundings to ensure they had arrived in the correct dimension. No room for errors they had to be certain. Rimuru and the twins each utilized their unique skills and powers to confirm their location in the correct universe. After a thorough examination, they exchanged nods, silently affirming to each other that they had indeed arrived at the intended destination. Although Rimuru wasn't entirely sure of the twins' specific intentions for this world, he understood that his role was to trust their plan and provide assistance whenever they required it. The twins opened a portal to see what Muzan was doing and saw amidst the intense events of Muzan's confrontation with the lower moons. The twins' gaze remained keen and unwavering. They seemed to derive a certain delight from the chaos unfolding before them, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing their lips.

Rimuru POV:

"The twins seem to have quite an eerie smile when they choose to..." I mused aloud, unable to ignore their unsettling expressions as they observed the unfolding chaos.

As I sighed, my thoughts turned to their need for parental figures in this new world. I couldn't help but wonder who might fill the role of a mother figure for them, given their current circumstances. It appeared that the twins had a pattern of selecting the villainous figures of the world as their father figures, but when it came to mother figures, their choices seemed boundless. Perhaps it was a reflection of their deeper yearning for maternal care and guidance, a need that surpassed their desire for a single fatherly influence. My curiosity persisted as I pondered whether, even after departing from a particular world, the twins continued to maintain connections with their chosen mother figures. It seemed unlikely that they would forget, especially considering that the demise of one of their mother figures had led to the entire universe's destruction. The sheer magnitude of destruction caused by these children left me in awe. After losing count after the thirtieth universe was gone, it was difficult to fathom the exact number of universes they might have obliterated. The figure could be in the thousands, and it was challenging to ascertain whether it had increased or decreased over time.

As I was lost in my contemplation, the twins, without a word, entered the portal, making their way to meet Muzan and Nakime. My shock spurred me into immediate action, and I hurriedly followed the twins. It seemed that, despite their intelligence, their impulsive nature often led them to dive headfirst into situations without adequate planning, a characteristic that left me bewildered at times.

The twins found themselves on the same platform where Muzan had mercilessly eliminated all the lower moons, sparing only lower moon 1. Their faces radiated excitement and happiness as they fixed their gaze on Muzan, who in turn regarded the children with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment, likely pondering how such young ones had managed to enter his infinite castle.

The twins exchanged glances and then proceeded to cling to Muzan, addressing him as "father." I observed this with a sense of disappointment, and it appeared that even Muzan himself regarded the children with a touch of disgust. Upon Muzan's realization that I was present, he made a swift attempt to eliminate me, but I managed to evade his attacks with ease. He grew increasingly agitated and continued to assail me. However, his attempts to harm the twins proved futile as they not only blocked his attacks but also displayed a keen interest in them.

"Father's blood demon art is fascinating, isn't it, brother." Луис inquired while holding Muzan's attack at bay.

"Indeed, brother." Матео replied in agreement.

Muzan's shock and frustration mounted as he witnessed the twins effectively restraining his attacks and my nimble evasion. His anger only intensified, and he persisted in his relentless assault. Nakime herself was taken aback, witnessing her master's attacks being effortlessly thwarted by these children and a mysterious blue-haired individual who effortlessly dodged them. The unexpected turn of events left her in a state of surprise and uncertainty. As I continued to evade Muzan's attacks with apparent ease, I initiated a conversation with him.