"Shut up! I was going to say I missed you, but now you don't deserve it, you old fart!"
"I'm not old!" He playfully digs his knuckles into your head and jabs your side. "You little brat! You should be speaking to me with more respect!"
"But you star...
Did someone order a 26k chapter? Because it's here! I've been working hard, and while life has been a bit hectic with work, personal stuff, and the holiday season fast approaching, I'm excited to finally share this massive chapter with you all. I know it's been a bit of a wait, and I really appreciate all of your patience and support during this time!
Thank you again for sticking with me through everything. I can't wait for you to read it! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
(Guys, help, this chapter ended up being SO long, and I think I might've lost track halfway through lmao 😅 I'm sure there are some mistakes, parts where I repeat myself, or maybe even some things that don't quite make sense... but I just couldn't hold back any longer and had to share it with you all! I've been working on this for what feels like forever, and I'm finally ready to put it out there, even if it's a bit of a messy and wild ride.)
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Muzan Kibutsuji sat in the shadows of his private chamber, a sanctuary where he meticulously conducted experiments in pursuit of a solution he had sought for centuries: to conquer the sun and achieve immortality. As the King of Demons and the progenitor of their kind, he possessed a strength, speed, and intellect far beyond that of the lower-level demons he had created, either through his own power or that of other Upper Rank demons. This superiority granted him extraordinary abilities, including rapid regeneration, the capacity to annihilate entire cities in mere moments, and the power to manipulate and control other demons at will.
In many ways, Muzan epitomized a paradox—he was perhaps one of the most patient, yet simultaneously the most impatient men to ever exist. His unforgiving nature was well-known among his subordinates; failure was met with swift and brutal retribution. Yet, curiously, he also exhibited a degree of leniency that bordered on indulgence, allowing his minions some leeway in their efforts to obey his orders and fulfill their tasks with absolute precision. While he did not tolerate incompetence, his cold, calculating demeanor ensured that punishments were meted out with a chilling detachment, further instilling fear and compliance in those beneath him.
Despite his disdain for weakness, Muzan knew he could not simply dispose of all his inferior puppets. Each served a purpose, albeit not as effectively as he desired. To maintain control over them, he adeptly wielded the delicate balance of reward and punishment, ensuring their loyalty through fear and manipulation. It was a precarious dance, but one he mastered with a sinister elegance, always strategizing to extract the best possible results from those who were ultimately expendable in his relentless pursuit of power.
Muzan possessed the unsettling ability to see and feel through the eyes and very cells of his demons, a gift he rarely employed. Until recently, he had found little reason to tap into this power, as his focus was consumed by the relentless search for the elusive Blue Spider Lily. However, since the end of spring, his agitation had grown, prompting him to pry deeper into the minds of his subjects. The emergence of you and the other insufferable Demon Slayers had disrupted his carefully laid plans, each extermination of his kind setting back his progress and demanding his attention.
