Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

Muzan scooped up a handful of blood, glanced at it, and then threw it back down.

He raised his head again, his eyes filled with nothing but malice.

"It seems you really want my abilities, Shirakawa Yu."

Shirakawa Yu straightened up and shrugged.

"I've never denied it."

"Hmph!"

Muzan snorted coldly and glanced around at the dark surroundings.

"You're not thinking of running away again, are you?"

Shirakawa Yu raised an eyebrow, "Even if you keep exploding on the spot, this blood will be enough for you to resurrect again."

"No! I know very well that I can't escape now."

Muzan narrowed his eyes. "So..."

"I want to have a serious talk with you."

"Let's talk?"

Shirakawa Yu's lips slowly curled up. "Alright, since you want to talk, let's talk then."

As he spoke, he casually scooped up a long robe and tossed it down.

Muzan leaped high from the pool of blood, caught the clothes in mid-air, put them on, and arrived on the cloud platform.

Bai Chuanyu looked at Muzan, and Muzan looked at Bai Chuanyu.

Neither of them spoke.

The gimbal moved silently.

Soon, the vast darkness and the blood lake disappeared behind the cloud platform.

The surrounding space gradually brightened.

As the platform emerged from the thin mist, the view suddenly opened up before us.

Muzan squinted, examining the bright fireball in the sky.

On his face was an emotion that was hard to describe.

Is there longing? Is there fervor? Is there disgust?

Shirakawa Yu didn't know, he could only hear Muzan muttering two words.

"Fake goods."

"Heh~" Shirakawa Yu chuckled.

"If it were the real thing, you'd be dead by now."

Muzan: "..."

He ignored Shirakawa Yu's taunts.

This time, Muzan, reborn, seems to have finally learned to be calm.

He lowered his head in silence, looking at the massive complex of buildings shrouded in mist in front of him, whose outlines he could still make out.

Or rather, it is a self-contained, floating, giant architectural complex that occupies almost half of the Infinite City.

"Is this the Infinite City you designed?"

"Yes."

Shirakawa Yu looked ahead with considerable pride.

There, it was a nine-story building, with mountains, streams, pavilions, and towers on each floor, and light clouds and mist, making it a place like a fairyland.

I call that the Nine Heavens.

"I've already thought it all out. When the number of vampires increases in the future, I'll leave eyes and doors all over the world."

"At that time, every vampire will be able to come here through those doors."

“From here, you can go anywhere you want through the door.”

"This is the future base, transit station, and information exchange center for the vampires."

"I can also determine the highest position each of them can reach based on their abilities."

"Here, you can do business, live, take on tasks, and do whatever you want."

"This is another world!"

"A higher realm, the world of vampires... no! It's the world of gods!"

As Muzan gazed at the vast and boundless nine-layered world, a unique light flickered in his eyes.

His palms were pressed firmly against the edge of the fence, his fingernails even digging into the cracks in the stones.

This clearly shows the turmoil in his heart at that moment.

But after a two-second silence, he finally spoke with a cold laugh.

"The Protoss?"

"You're getting more and more shameless."

Shirakawa Yu curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

"Just get used to it beforehand, that's what people call us anyway."

"The term 'vampire' is quite apt, but it's not very approachable. Changing it would be a good idea."

"So, this is why you want to steal my abilities?"

Muzan pointed at the Nine Heavens.

Each floor there is as large as the combined area of ​​three modern cities.

Its height even reaches an exaggerated level of over a thousand meters.

Only a space like the Infinite City, with its perfectly uniform length, width, and height, could create such an exaggerated kingdom.

If this place were to be filled, it would probably take the combined population of three Japans to reach its size.

"You want to create more vampires, but you're worried about managing them, so you need my abilities!"

Shirakawa Yuya made no attempt to defend himself.

"I've calculated it. The blood that three humans naturally regenerate each month is enough to sustain the consumption of one vampire."

"In other words, given the current world population, even if I created hundreds of millions of vampires, there wouldn't be a shortage."

"Of course, I never thought about large-scale expansion."

"It's just that vampires have infinite lifespans and the ability to reproduce, so expanding the territory is a precaution."

"Hundreds or thousands of years later, it will still be useful."

Shirakawa Yu turned his head and looked at Muzan.

"But you're not wrong either."

"Indeed, it is precisely because I need the ability to control that I have been relentlessly pursuing you."

"Maybe, like you said, I am a control freak."

"But what can you do?"

Shirakawa Yu narrowed his eyes, looking down at Muzan beside him with the arrogance of a victor.

"Now... you've lost, Muzan."

Chapter 341 Muzan's Begging for Mercy!

"I lost."

"We lost..."

Did we lose?

Muzan pondered those words repeatedly, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

Before he could recover, Bai Chuanyu waved his hand, and the cloud platform beneath his feet plummeted vertically, like an elevator falling into an abyss.

The radiance of the Nine Heavens quickly faded away, and darkness returned to the surroundings.

Below is a dark, shadowy bottom, blocked out by the superstructure.

But even here, there is still some light source.

The subterranean fire peeked out from the cracks, sporadically illuminating the decaying outlines of the surroundings.

This was a desolate wasteland filled with deathly silence. According to Shirakawa Yu's plan, this was the place he had chosen as the place of exile for those who would break the rules in the future.

In the very center of the exile land, directly below the Nine Heavens, stands a colossal building resembling a gladiatorial arena.

Torches were planted at the edge of the arena, their flickering light illuminating the concentric rings of stands inside.

In the center, surrounded by the stands, was a black stone altar illuminated by four torches.

Shirakawa Yu reached out, grabbed Muzan by the back of the neck, and leaped off the cloud platform.

"boom!"

Muzan slammed heavily onto the altar, the muffled thud echoing several times in the empty space.

The pain refocused his unfocused gaze.

He braced himself against the ground, stood up somewhat awkwardly, and looked around.

"This... is the death trap you chose for me?"

Shirakawa Yu nodded: "You can understand it that way."

Muzan raised his head, no longer looking around, but staring intently at him with his blood-red eyes. "I said I wanted to talk to you."

“Let’s talk,” Shirakawa Yu said, shrugging. “This place is so big, and there’s no one else here. You can talk about anything you want.”