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

He paused, a smile playing on his lips.

"Once we've finished talking, I can send you on your way right here."

Shirakawa Yu spoke with a dismissive tone, as if swatting a mosquito.

This made Muzan tremble all over.

But he forcefully suppressed the resentment and humiliation surging in his heart.

Even... he lowered his head, a head that hadn't bowed for a thousand years.

"I can... give you my abilities."

Shirakawa Yu smiled and said, "Continue."

Muzan gritted his teeth and said in humiliation, "I can still obey you and submit to you."

"continue."

This arrogant attitude almost ignited Muzan.

At this moment, the blood vessels in his eyes had turned completely red.

But he held back.

After a few deep breaths, he seemed to have made up his mind.

With a "thump!" sound.

He slammed his knees onto the stone.

He was hunched over, his hands supporting him on the ground, his voice squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"If only you... if only you could grant me the Sunshine Potion, and spare my life..."

"I can also... acknowledge you as my master!"

"Acknowledge me as your master?"

Shirakawa Yu's voice finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"you?"

Muzan seemed to have grasped at a straw and suddenly looked up.

"Don't worry! I won't betray you! I won't betray my master like that traitor Kokushibo!"

He spoke faster and faster.

"Besides, once you possess my abilities, you can leave your mark on my body!"

"At that time, betrayal means death!"

"I will absolutely not do anything against your will!"

"Hehe...ha...hahaha..."

Shirakawa Yu smiled.

It was as if I had heard something very funny.

Looking at Muzan crawling at his feet, he laughed loudly, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery.

There was even a hint of self-deprecation mixed in.

Is this Muzan?

This is the final boss he has been wary of, guarding against, and dealing with with extreme caution.

Watching this thing, abandoning its dignity like a dog, begging for its life, begging for a dose of sunlight...

Shirakawa Yu suddenly felt that his past vigilance and planning even seemed a bit ridiculous.

His laughter, like needles, pierced Muzan's heart one by one.

But Muzan did not retaliate, and continued to endure with all his might.

He wanted to...live!

Even though he has lived for a thousand years... he still wants to live.

I want to live like a normal person, openly and honestly in the sunlight.

This was his lifelong grudge.

A wish that he had never fulfilled since birth.

At first, he could see the sunlight, but he could only watch others frolic in the sun with a half-dead body.

I envy others who can walk proudly under the sun.

Later, he regained his health and gained the right to stand tall in front of everyone.

But... they lost the ability to stand in the sunlight.

Over the course of a thousand years, he asked himself countless times: Am I not worthy to walk freely and unburdened in the sunlight like others?

He always gave himself only one answer.

He deserves it.

No one knows the sheer elation he felt when he learned that Shirakawa Yu could walk in the sunlight as a ghost.

Just as no one knows how lowly he has placed himself in order to survive with this identity.

From beginning to end, he had only one wish.

All the evil he committed, all the people he killed, all the lives he devoured, were for this one wish.

So at this moment...

He was willing to endure even when he knew he was doomed to failure.

Even in front of this mortal enemy whom he wished he could tear apart, chew, and swallow whole.

He can endure it!

He was confident that the other party would agree.

Because if it were him, he would agree!

If Muzan were to win, if Shirakawa Yu were to kneel down and beg him like I did...

He will definitely agree.

He will make this man kneel at his feet for the rest of his life, watching how carefree and unrestrained he is.

However......

"What use are you?"

A cold voice came from Shirakawa Yu's mouth.

The humiliation and hope in Muzan's eyes instantly turned into astonishment.

"What did you say......?"

Bai Chuanyu tilted his head, squinted, and looked down at him. "I'm saying... what's the point of keeping someone like you who has no ability?"

After a two-second pause, Muzan forced a humble smile.

“Doesn’t it make you happy to see me kneeling at your feet, stepping on my head, and ordering me around?”

"happy?"

Shirakawa Yu gave a surprised smile. "No, of course I won't be happy."

"On the contrary, I will feel very uncomfortable."

"Actually, I have a bit of OCD."

"If I keep you here, every time I see your face, I will always feel like something is missing."

"It's like doing almost everything you've done, just one step away from completion, but not finishing it. That feeling is even more unpleasant."

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips. "Ultimately..."

"If you really want to make me happy, the only way is to make your face disappear completely."

Muzan opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

“Besides,” Shirakawa Yu continued, “even if I could agree, do you think they would agree?”

He snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed through the Colosseum.

The next second, crimson lights simultaneously illuminated the entire stadium.

Small doors opened out of thin air.

Chapter 342 Muzan's Explosive... Method of Begging for Mercy...

Tamayo was the first to come out of the door, followed by Nakime.

She looked down at the disheveled figure kneeling in the center of the altar, her tone carrying a hint of coldness that had been suppressed for a century.

"Muzan, you never thought this day would come, did you?"

"Tamayo!?" Muzan looked up, his whole body tensing up instantly.

A roar erupted from deep within his throat, "You traitor!"

If we were to say who he hates the most besides Shirakawa Yu, it would definitely be Tamayo, who developed the resignation letter.

She was on Muzan's death list, even higher than Ubuyashiki.

"Muzan. We've finally met."

From another door, Kagaya slowly walked out, supported by Amane as usual.

His voice still seemed gentle, but it carried an unyielding resentment.

"You are...? Ubuyashiki...?"