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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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Muzan's gaze remained fixed on Y/N's side of the beach, where the sunlight caressed the warm sand.
She stared at the sand with quiet concentration, shaping small towers and walls, tracing patterns with delicate fingers, completely absorbed in her task.
He watched, silent and contained, the dark side of the shore echoing with the emptiness of his thoughts.
How did she even arrive here? he wondered, muscles tensing involuntarily. And why must we share the same body?
The memory surfaced unbidden, sharp as a blade.
The day he first awoke in this strange world, disoriented, furious, and trapped within a form that was not wholly his own.
He remembered the panic, the rage, and the cold realization that he was no longer completely alone.
And yet... Y/N had arrived, somehow, and everything had shifted.
Her presence was warm, irritatingly so, pulling at some corner of him that he had long thought dormant.
Her laughter, her gestures, her very existence on the sand beside him, it was a constant reminder that he was not the only one in this body, not the only one aware of the world around them.
His crimson eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he allowed himself to wonder if this was punishment or an impossibly tempting test.
He remained still, the waves on his side of the shore dark and silent, while on the other, Y/N's fingers built towers that would never last beyond the tide.
And Muzan, trapped, irritated, yet unwilling to leave, watched, quietly seething and quietly... fascinated.
Muzan's mind drifted, and suddenly the memory surfaced, sharp and unrelenting.
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He had just returned to the Infinite Castle, the halls cold and silent, the faint hum of his experiments with the Spider Lilies filling the air.
His hands had been stained, his thoughts occupied with the perfection of his creations.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.
He had closed his eyes for just a moment, and when he opened them, the world around him had vanished.
The towering walls of the castle, the humming laboratories, even the faint glow of his own blood-red eyes, it was gone.
Instead, he found himself standing on a beach entirely devoid of light.
No sun rose in the sky, no wind stirred the air, and the usual rhythm of the waves had vanished.
The water at the shore was stagnant, dark as ink, reflecting nothing.
