He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 122 The End of Kibutsuji Muzan
Early morning, a street in Chiyoda Ward, Edo.

Wearing a fully clothed patrol uniform, the old patrolman Ōmaeda led his subordinates through Edo at night, preventing the bloodsuckers from escaping.

Yes, blood food.

Although Muzan Kibutsuji had only controlled Edo for a few days, the city had already been transformed into a hunting ground by the Medicine King's Eternal Bliss Cult and the nobles who had become demons.

They are noble spirits, isn't it right for them to enjoy human flesh?

They showed absolutely no resistance to it, and in just a few days, they even developed a complete set of rituals and etiquette for consuming and cooking human flesh, specifying which places were the best for eating it and which types of people were the most delicious...
However, influenced by Doma, all the demons unanimously agreed that young and beautiful women were the most delicious, followed by newborn fetuses.

The most exquisite of these are pregnant women.

"Senior Ōmaeda, do we really have to patrol like this?"

A ghost with blood-red eyes, carrying a gun, yawned.

"Would it really be possible for members of the Demon Slayer Corps to infiltrate Edo? Those big shots are probably terrified that the Demon Slayer Corps won't come to Edo."

"Shut up! Don't you want to capture a member of the Demon Slayer Corps and exchange him for a drop of Muzan's blood? Even getting a few more spider lilies wouldn't be a loss."

The man in front, Omaeda, looked ecstatic and said that he had eaten blue spider lilies once, and the taste was unforgettable.

Even his daughter's flesh was much more delicious.

"Lord Doma said that there will be a huge reward for capturing members of the Demon Slayer Corps!! Although the credit may not necessarily go to us, even a little bit leaking from under the fingernails of those above will be enough for us to eat our fill."

"Maybe... we might actually become real ghosts and gods?"

Even after becoming a ghost, there are still different classes.

The lowest level are these old ghosts, who were infected by other ghosts' blood. They are afraid of sunlight and will turn to ashes if they are exposed to even a little bit of sunlight.

Above them are the Others with Blood Demon Arts, as well as the Blue Oni and the Red Oni.

They were endowed with the blood of the Twelve Demon Moons... no, I mean the Yaksha who served Muzan Kibutsuji, the Medicine King. This gave them enhanced regenerative abilities and strength, and made them immune to sunlight.

Finally, at the very top of the pyramid are great figures like the Twelve Yakshas, ​​as well as Medicine King Buddha and Muzan Kibutsuji.

Now, Muzan Kibutsuji has issued a bounty: anyone who can capture or kill a member of the Demon Slayer Corps will receive a drop of Muzan's blood.

As for the Pillars? They will receive even greater rewards, and it's not impossible that they could even replace the Lower Moons and become the new Twelve Demon Moons.

Of course, even old ghosts like them are divided into classes. Can the old ghosts who became great nobles be compared with ghosts like them?

Even if they become ghosts, they are still at the lowest level.

But it doesn't matter, at least this lowest level is only for ghosts; for those who feed on blood, they are high above.

"Also, be careful not to let those blood food get away."

Beside him, the senior member, Ōmaeda, said with a smile.

"I don't understand why they rebel. Wouldn't it be better for them to become our food and then be a part of us in the next life?"

In fact, there were people in Edo Castle who harbored rebellious intentions, especially under the leadership of a group of unsung Demon Slayer Corps members.

They knew very well that ghosts were afraid of sunlight.

Therefore, daytime is their best chance to escape, and dawn and early morning are their best opportunities.

Nighttime is when ghosts are active, so people dare not go out at night.

While you can run during the day, the time is too short to run very far.

Only by starting to run at dawn can you truly escape.

This is also the reason why these patrol teams exist.

As for the sun? As long as you wear thick clothes and cover up everything you can, it won't have much of an impact.

And with the guns in their hands? Who can run? Who dares to run? Who among us mortals can withstand a bullet?
They are not noble gods or spirits.

"who?"

Just as Ōmaeda was reminiscing about how he had displayed his power in front of those mortals, a group of figures appeared.

They, too, wrapped themselves in thick clothes, just like themselves, making them look like ghosts.
Seeing this, Ōmaeda breathed a sigh of relief. He was terrified; he thought the Demon Slayer Corps had broken in.

He had witnessed the Demon Slayer Corps Pillars display their might, and a demon like him would have his head severed with a single strike.

"You guys? What are you doing?!"

Ōmaeda raised his gun, pointed it at the tall, white-eyed "demon" who was leading the group, and questioned him.

"We are here to present a gift to Lord Muzan."

Before the "ghost" with white eyes, who looked like a blind man, could answer, a guy dressed much more luxuriously than the other "ghosts," who seemed to be in a higher position, stepped forward and spoke.

"A gift? What gift?"

Ōmaeda said very warily, "What I hate most are those ghosts who serve as dogs for the nobles. They never let me properly show my power in front of those mortals."

“A rare bloodline.”

The ornately dressed ghost lifted the lid of the cage they had locked up, revealing a plainly dressed but exceptionally beautiful girl who was crouching in a corner, weeping with tears streaming down her face.

"Moreover, this is the rarest of the rare, a gift our patriarch is preparing to offer to Lord Muzan in exchange for a drop of his blood."

As he spoke, the ghost skillfully stuffed a bag full of money into Ōmaeda's hand.

"Sir, please make an exception for me."

Ōmaeda calmly put away the money pouch, curiously circled the girl a few times, and whispered in the demon's ear, "What do you mean?"

"Hey bro, can you tell me what rare blood is?"

He was ignorant and didn't know what rare blood was.

He was hoping this guy could satisfy his curiosity, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't.

Upon hearing this, the richly dressed "ghost" kindly offered an explanation.

“Rare blood, it’s the most nutritious food for ghosts. Eating one rare blood is equivalent to eating dozens of people.”

"Moreover, this is the rarest blood among rare blood that our patriarch found. It is said that ordinary ghosts will faint if they smell the blood of such a person."

"Is that so? Can I have just a little? Just one finger, I'll just have one finger!! One finger is enough!"

Upon hearing this, a greedy glint flashed in Ōmaeda's eyes. If he were to offer this rare bloodline to Lord Kibutsuji Muzan...
Could he then obtain Muzan's blood?
As for the possible consequences? His mind was still a bit sharp, and he couldn't think that far ahead.

And he really wanted to eat some diluted blood.

"Alright." The "ghost" sighed helplessly, and Tamayo, who was squatting in the corner of the carriage, gently cut her finger, and a drop of blood flowed out.

An unimaginable fragrance wafted out, a scent even ghosts could hardly comprehend.

The next moment, the two ghosts on patrol collapsed to the ground; they were "drunk," which was the power of the rarest of rare blood types.

However, this is all thanks to Tamayo's amazing abilities. She successfully imbued her blood with the same attraction to demons as Shinazugawa Yami, and she also managed to create a human-transforming drug specifically for Muzan Kibutsuji, which she then hid in her blood.

She has now truly become an ordinary woman.

"Why waste words with them? Let's just kill them!"

After the patrol members collapsed, Shinazugawa Mimi couldn't help but shout.

"Since we're all going to be gone for good, we might as well just go for it."

"Wind Pillar, no, we must conceal ourselves as much as possible now to avoid being discovered."

Obanai Iguro, whose mouth was bandaged, spoke very rationally.

Killing these patrolmen was certainly satisfying, but no one knew if it would alert Muzan Kibutsuji.

It would be better to let them continue to faint, and then openly enter the Imperial Palace to go to Muzan Kibutsuji's side.

"Hmph, I'll let you off this time!"

Shinazugawa Yami sheathed his Nichirin Blade, then walked to the cart carrying Tamayo and continued pushing it towards the most luxurious palace in Edo.

It is the imperial palace where the emperor of the island nation resides, but it has now become the bedroom of Muzan Kibutsuji, to which the emperor of the island nation has no objection.

Anyone have a problem with that? It's already become food for Muzan Kibutsuji.

"very hungry."

Sitting on the Emperor's throne, Muzan Kibutsuji rubbed his stomach. Although he had already eaten a hundred innocent girls today, he showed no sign of being full.

There was nothing he could do; the energy concentration in this world was simply too low. Aside from eating people, Muzan Kibutsuji had no other means of replenishing his energy.

After receiving the abundant blessing, the energy consumed increased many times over. If it were the former Muzan Kibutsuji, he could have simply gone into a deep sleep to reduce the energy consumption.

However, if Muzan Kibutsuji were to fall into a deep sleep now, he might starve to death.

At this point, perhaps only diluted blood can replenish his body and give him a slight feeling of fullness?
Kibutsuji Muzan sat on the throne, lost in thought.

"If only someone could donate rare blood right now."

Kibutsuji Muzan rubbed his stomach and muttered softly.

Just then, a sinister voice suddenly rang out. It was a eunuch-like servant who had been employed by the royal family for many years, studying the country across the sea.

Their distinctive feature is their sharp voice.

"Lord Muzan, a group of old demons have come to visit you, bringing with them a rare bloodline among rare bloodlines."

Upon hearing this, Muzan Kibutsuji's face lit up with joy.

"Rare blood? Quick, bring them in!"

Rare blood is extremely rare; even in his nearly thousand-year life, he has only tasted a handful.

That would indeed be an unparalleled delicacy for a ghost.

In the most luxurious hall of the Imperial Palace, Muzan Kibutsuji sat in the very center, looking down at the group of Demon Slayer Corps Pillars pushing a cart into the room.

Before Tamayo even got close, Muzan Kibutsuji could smell the fragrance emanating from the prison cart.

The aroma was so enticing, so captivating.

It was like a grand feast laid out before someone who had been suffering for over a month, causing him to unconsciously stand up and walk towards the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Step aside!!"

Muzan Kibutsuji glared at the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps who were disguised as demons. At this moment, Muzan Kibutsuji, who had lost his mind due to the temptation of rare blood, was completely unaware of this.

The ghosts that brought the diluted blood were not actually ghosts.

They are the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Perhaps in Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes, they were just some mortals who wanted to become demons and obtain his blood.

How could a mere mortal possibly rebel against a god, let alone kill him?

Jiguo Yuan died a long time ago.

And even if Yoriichi Tsugikuni were alive now, so what? If Yoriichi Tsugikuni were resurrected in front of him, he would dare to eat Yoriichi Tsugikuni directly.

The Pillars wisely stepped aside, carefully positioning themselves to quietly surround Muzan Kibutsuji.

They gripped the Nichirin Blades hidden in their clothes, tensely adjusting their breathing and controlling their heartbeats.

They were prepared to deliver the most fatal, and final, blow to Muzan Kibutsuji at the most crucial moment.

Just then, Tamayo, who had voluntarily been trapped in the prison van, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Kibutsuji Muzan!! I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"

The next instant, a red mist seeped from Tamayo's body and spread throughout the entire hall before Muzan Kibutsuji could even react.

That was Tamayo activating her Blood Demon Art: Blood Control. Even though she had been turned back into a human by her own human-turning drug, she had found a way to release her blood at a great cost.

Now she could only lie there, her body covered in blood, every pore bleeding.

There was no other way; as long as she could take revenge on Muzan Kibutsuji, she could endure being eaten. However, she was worried that Muzan Kibutsuji would discover something was wrong.

So she chose the most radical method: using her Blood Demon Art to feed the human-transforming drug to Muzan! She wanted Muzan to absorb the drug through a mist-like process!

Finally, in that instant, Muzan Kibutsuji recognized the other person—it was Tamayo, the guy he had once asked to help him research a potion to resist the sun!
Muzan Kibutsuji was furious, and he spat out a few words through his teeth.

"Tamayo!! I will make you experience the most unforgettable feeling of being unable to live or die in this lifetime!!"

"Ahem, Muzan Kibutsuji, you'd better think about how you're going to survive!"

Tamayo coughed a few times, then laughed and said that even if she had her last breath, she would see Muzan Kibutsuji meet his end.

Finally, Muzan Kibutsuji realized something was wrong. He finally recognized that the people surrounding him were not demons, but humans!
Just as he was about to kill those audacious guys, the human-transforming drug took effect.

He has discovered that he has become an ordinary person, and the ghost blood in his body is frantically metabolizing the human-transforming drug.

In just a few minutes, he can completely regain his invincible status as the Ghost King!
It's quite obvious that the Pillars won't give Muzan Kibutsuji a chance.

(End of this chapter)