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Chapter 25 - Nakime truly deserved what she got~

Ron was somewhat surprised by Daredevil's arrival, but not much of a fear. Instead, he said to Wolf with a relaxed expression, "This guy's name is Matt. Although he's wearing a ridiculous bodysuit, don't worry, he's definitely a good guy. Speaking of which, Matt, have you considered changing into some other equipment? Even though Hell's Kitchen is known for its honest people, you're basically just running around naked in the street like this."

As he said this, Ron pointed to Hell's Kitchen across the street and said, "Speaking of which, you also have a nickname: Daredevil, right?"

"...Yes." Not quite sure what the current situation was, but out of caution, Matt said simply, "But that was in the very beginning. Rather than Daredevil, I'd rather be these guys' nightmare."

"Stop kidding, it's not a nightmare, at least not in some people's minds." Ron shook his head and sneered, "The sluts in Hell's Kitchen are out on the streets every night, posing and waiting for you to seduce them. Who knew you were heterosexual? They'd be heartbroken if they knew."

Hearing this, Matt smirked and retorted helplessly, "That's their opinion, what does it have to do with me?"

"It's none of your business, but it's related to the girls." Ron shrugged helplessly. "Do you know how anxious the guys who've been waiting for you are? They're practically paying you to come here on the street."

"..."

Hearing Ron's words, Matt fell into a long silence. After a long while, Matt finally spoke up: "Who are you? Why do you know me? And why are you in Hell's Kitchen?"

“I’ve always been in Hell’s Kitchen. If you really want to count, I’ve been living here since before you graduated,” Ron said. “I’ve always lived here. In fact, if it weren’t for your visit, I would probably be in bed fast asleep right now.”

"..."

Looking at Ron, who seemed to speak his mind, Matt took a deep breath and said, "I know you, Ron, an orphan abandoned at the gates of an orphanage. Similarly, I know very well why this orphanage became a mental hospital. Almost every patient who left here and whose mental illness improved has mentioned a dream about the moon more than once."

"I don't know if this is a rumor or a psychological concept, but if it's just some kind of unspeakable coincidence, that's fine. But just recently, how did this gentleman appear in the hospital where there was only you and a temporary volunteer left? And how did he manage to beat a group of Hyena Gang thugs to a pulp all by himself without even needing weapons?"

Upon hearing this, Ron looked at Matt in front of him and chuckled after a brief moment of thought, "So, you learned about the case by chance while defending those Hyena Gang members, is that right?"

"This is none of your business."

“How could this have nothing to do with me?” Ron said. “As a top lawyer, you even own your own law firm and are willing to defend a group of criminals who traffic in human organs… Of course, I think you’re not defending them to seek justice through the law, otherwise Daredevil, who is more noble than the police and ignores the process of trial to punish them directly, wouldn’t exist.”

"So, you think there's something here? Or something hidden? Like the Hands or something? It's strange, you don't look like someone from Hell's Kitchen, but you're more like the landlord than anyone else. Now you've discovered a suspicious guest, and you're even investigating secretly like this... I bet you don't have a search warrant on you, otherwise you wouldn't be wearing this ridiculous red bodysuit and mask~"

Hearing Ron's string of words, Matt felt a headache coming on. At the same time, Matt could keenly sense that, for some reason, when communicating with this guy, his emotions were always involuntarily guided by him, generating an extra amount of unwarranted urge to express himself.

"The basis for this desire to express yourself is your own thirst for knowledge, so there's no need to hide it, just say it directly. I've always been an open and honest person, so I'll just tell you whatever you ask, since you can't beat me anyway."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Matt bluntly replied, "Then you tell me what happened in this room. I can smell that people have died here, and many people have died. One person was even completely ripped open, with their organs scattered all over the floor."

"I killed that guy with the organ damage." Hearing Matt's question, Ron readily pulled out his butcher's cleaver and showed it, then pointed to the wolf beside him and said, "This is the guy who slit his throat. If you want to know where the body went, and how it was cleaned up so thoroughly..."

After thinking for a moment, Ron clapped his hands lightly.

The next moment, Matt felt a momentary loss of weight around him, and when he recovered, he was frozen in place.

Although blind, Matt could clearly sense through his enhanced four senses that his surroundings were definitely not the hospital guardhouse he had just left. In fact, it wasn't a hospital at all. Not only had the tactile sensation under his feet changed significantly, but the surrounding smells and the diffusion and reflection of force had also undergone tremendous alterations. It felt like…like a large, Japanese-style house?

But if it's a house, this is far too big. Even with Matt stomping his foot lightly, and despite feeling the power spreading outwards as much as possible, and even controlling it to extend in one direction, until the power exceeded Matt's perception range, Matt still couldn't sense where the boundaries of this strange house were.

Matt's enhanced senses allowed him to clearly hear sounds from several blocks away and to hear someone's heartbeat from 20 feet away. But now, neither the sounds he heard nor the force feedback he felt could determine the size of this eerie space.

Looking at the three-dimensional image built in his mind through force feedback, Matt couldn't help but wonder if this was really an architectural structure that could exist in the real world.

Matt could understand the architectural style, but the forms of these buildings were utterly unrealistic. As if unaffected by gravity, they lacked any discernible order, with countless overlapping sliding doors and tatami mats forming the vast space. There was no clear distinction between the upper and lower levels, giving the feeling of being trapped in a giant box. But from his own perspective, if it was a box, it was far too large, at least half the size of Manhattan.

At that moment, Matt realized to some extent that his impulsive decision to come here was a mistake.

But standing here, feeling the smile on that person's face... well, hopefully it's a smile. At least before this, even if that person was standing right in front of him, he wouldn't have noticed them, as if there was nothing in front of him, and he had almost no interaction with his surroundings. And now, although that person had actively appeared in his "sight," Matt still couldn't be sure if this was their true expression, or something else entirely.

The other person has already made it so that you can't see them. On this basis, it's not difficult for you to see what the other person wants to see.

Ron didn't care what Matt was thinking. In fact, Ron found it quite interesting—because this was the first real superhero he had encountered since arriving in this dumping ground of a derelict universe.

Peter is certainly a superhero, but those who know, know the nature of the abandoned universe. Before he matures, who knows which timeline's Parker this universe belongs to? At least for now, Ron is certain that the Parker of the abandoned universe is definitely not Tom Holland. Because in his volunteer profile, the relatives section lists Aunt May and Ben.

"Nakome".

Upon hearing Ron's summons, Nakime swiftly appeared before Ron and Matt. Kneeling on the ground, holding a biwa in her arms, her long, flowing black hair cascading down, she gave off an innocent and harmless impression.

But Matt wasn't fooled by appearances—in fact, the moment Nakime appeared, Matt had already focused all his attention, and all his muscles tensed up instantly.

The smell of blood, a lot of blood, and a lot of blood and organ smell from different people.

Although the other party handled it very cleanly, it was all too clear to Matt, who possessed extraordinary perception.

If a person's blood is one color, then this woman's blood has at least five or six different colors. And each color carries the corresponding odor of its respective organ…

Looking at Nakime in front of him, Ron crossed his arms and said, "Haven't you finished eating yet? It's been an entire afternoon. Don't you oni-eaters eat really fast?"

Ghosts? Man-eating?

Hearing Ron's words, Matt was momentarily surprised and uncertain. Nakime, in response, humbly bowed as if apologizing, then said with a hint of helplessness, "My lord, these people's bodies... stink."

Upon hearing this, Ron was taken aback, but then nodded in understanding.

Ghosts eat people just like people eat other animals. So Ron didn't really care that ghosts ate people. Similarly, Ron didn't need a reason to kill them.

Although the degree of evolution of demons is somewhat questionable in relation to their own integrity, Ron can still understand the meaning behind Nakime's words.

During the Taisho era, Japan had rapidly entered the industrial age. Although remote mountain villages still resembled feudal societies, Nakime, as Muzan's close attendant, couldn't afford to be poorly fed. Especially since the size and controllable parts of the Infinity Castle were directly linked to Nakime's abilities, and Muzan's power had reached a critical point due to evolutionary defects. Naturally, other Upper and Lower Moons, as well as high-quality humans and those with "rare bloodlines" encountered by chance, would be prioritized for Nakime.

In this situation, even if Nakime does nothing but eat the corpses of these high-quality humans, her power will increase over time.

In the minds of ghosts, humans are considered nourishment. Especially rare blood, which is considered the ultimate tonic, no exaggeration to call it a concentrated, all-encompassing tonic.

Nakime grew up eating such delicacies. The thugs killed by Ron and Wolf, though living in modern society, considered promiscuity and drug use a virtue in a godforsaken place like Hell's Kitchen. They were constantly finding ways to abuse their bodies; from a human perspective, they might just be physically weaker. But from a demon's perspective, they weren't even worth as much as a moldy bun…

DIO only looks at the pretty ones when he eats small bread, let alone these addicts who are rotten inside and out?

In other words, Ron's orders are absolute; otherwise, Nakime might starve to death without even glancing at him.

However, Ron had no intention of catering to Naruto's desire for human rights: "I don't care if it smells bad or not, just don't let me see it. Hurry up and finish it, I don't want this place to still have that weird smell next time I come."

Upon hearing Ron's name, Matt, who was standing nearby, could no longer contain himself.

Drawing his twin batons from his waist, Matt said seriously, "Ron, is that your name? If the information is correct."

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Why are you doing this? Is it to show me your cruelty? Or to break me and force me to pledge allegiance? If you want to kill me, do it now. I don't consider myself so depraved as to stand by and watch an innocent woman be forced to eat someone else's corpse!"

"An innocent woman?"

Upon hearing Matt's words, Ron was taken aback, then chuckled and pointed at Nakime kneeling on the ground beside him, saying, "You're saying she's innocent?"

"...?"

Matt imagined Ron would grin and continue mocking him, or simply tear off the mask of politeness, or even feign elegance and sigh with something like, "What a pity."

But now, looking at Ron's smiling face, Matt knew that remaining silent in the face of questions would make him seem a bit dull. But thinking about it carefully, it was better to seem dull than stupid.

Seeing Matt's silence, Ron remained unhurried and said calmly, "If I make her clean up the corpses to avoid polluting the environment, does that make me a bad person, and she's innocent? Then who is truly innocent—herself, or all those 'delicious' people she's eaten over the past few centuries?"

Then Ron asked, "Speaking of which, Nakime, approximately how many people have you eaten?"

Upon hearing this, Nakime's voice remained gentle and soothing, as serene as a Yamato Nadeshiko, as she spoke:

"I became a demon three hundred years ago, and since then I've been following Muzan Kibutsuji. On average... I eat three to five people every month. In the first few years, I ate a little more in order to strengthen my Blood Demon Art."

(End of this chapter)