58 Chapter 58: What I Hate Most is Change.
Infinite Castle.
The atmosphere gradually solidified.
...What does it mean?
Akaza stared blankly at his surroundings, he opened his mouth in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes trembling, he shouted:
"Hey!"
"Speak!"
His trembling voice echoed in the somewhat empty Infinite Castle, illuminated by warm light, but no one responded to his question.
Doma's head was slightly lowered, his rainbow-like dazzling eyes were emotionless, he glanced at Akaza who looked incredulous.
He, who couldn't feel emotions, really couldn't understand why Akaza reacted so strongly.
—It's just death.
Akaza's somewhat anxious figure was reflected in his colorful pupils.
Suddenly, Doma had a realization.
So... it's time to be surprised.
Just as Akaza was glaring at Nakime.
Clang!
Nakime's tone was much stronger than before, her voice was sharp:
"Silence."
"Muzan-sama, has arrived."
The next moment.
Hum——!
Thud!
The pressure from deep within the bloodline erupted, Akaza, who was standing, subconsciously knelt down.
Akaza slightly lowered his head, his breathing was a bit rapid.
With a slight sound.
Clang!
Muzan, dressed in a black suit, appeared on the chair in the middle of the Infinite Castle, one hand propping up his face, his gaze looking at Akaza.
Muzan's cold voice came from above:
"...What are you clamoring about, Akaza?"
The cold gaze swept over every kneeling Upper Rank.
Akaza's face expression slightly stunned, he gritted his teeth, but did not speak.
He knew.
——Even if he doesn't speak, Muzan-sama can listen to his inner thoughts.
As if agreeing with his thoughts.
"That's right."
Muzan sat high on the platform in front of Akaza, he crossed his legs, his crimson eyes staring at him:
"Kokushibo is dead."
As soon as the words fell.
All the Upper Ranks present, except for Doma.
All shivered slightly.
"Unbelievable." Doma took out a bronze fan, slightly opened it, his tone mimicking sadness.
Upper Rank One——a demon that existed even before the birth of the Upper Rank.
Since the birth of the Twelve Demon Moons hundreds of years ago, there have been several changes in position, but the position of the first has never changed.
And now...
"The Upper Rank Moon is now incomplete." Muzan suppressed the anger in his tone:
"This is a change."
He raised his head, put down the hand supporting his face, clenched the handle of the chair, tightly squeezed it white, and squeezed out syllables from his throat:
"A change that has not occurred in a hundred years."
"A negative change!"
Creak...
The wooden chair was squeezed and cracked, and then it turned into wood chips with a puff.
"I."
Whoosh!
Muzan, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly disappeared into an afterimage.
He came to Akaza, his hand slightly lowered.
The cold and pale hand gently stroked Akaza's pink short hair, Muzan's crimson eyes hidden in the shadows:
"...What I hate the most, is change."
Muzan said, the muscles on his arm slightly bulged, his sickly white fingers suddenly exerted force.
The next moment.
Pfft!
The head of Gyokko, who was shivering next to him, suddenly appeared in Muzan's hand.
Dark red blood immediately splashed all over the seat.
"...Ah?" Gyokko was slightly stunned, the little hand on his head helplessly waved twice, feeling the sensation of his head being grabbed.
After seeing Muzan in front of him with focused pupils, his face with reversed positions of eyes and mouth turned slightly red.
——Muzan-sama... is stroking my head...!
——Great! So exciting!
Gyokko's cheeks gradually turned red.
After Muzan and Gyokko looked at each other, his eyebrows slightly frowned, then he threw Gyokko's head somewhere with his hand:
"...Do you understand?"
His gaze swept over all the Upper Ranks.
Thud!
Gyokko's head was thrown to a platform not far away, and it rolled around a couple of times.
"Yes!" Hantengu, looking at Gyokko's head rolling in front of him, quickly lowered his head, curled up his body, and responded tremblingly.
When Muzan stopped talking.
"Muzan-sama." Akaza's head sank even lower, his tone serious, he knelt in front of Muzan:
"May I know, the demon slayer who killed Upper Rank One is..."
Upon hearing this, Muzan glanced at Akaza.
He did not answer his question, but turned around and directly announced to all the Upper Ranks:
"Starting from now."
"All Upper Rank moon numbers, rotate upwards."
As soon as the words fell.
Swish!
All nearby Upper Rank platforms burst out with several twisted and hideous flesh whips.
Puchi!
Sharp keratinous objects fiercely pierced into their backs, then blood was gurglingly injected.
On the high platform.
"...aaaah...Ah!!" Daki covered her eyes, blood vessels eroded her sclera, she opened her mouth unconsciously and screamed.
The number "six" in her pupils slowly twisted and deformed.
Finally, it turned into "five".
Patter, patter.
Bean-sized sweat dripped from her forehead onto the floor, blue veins spread from her back to her body, Daki's body trembled slightly.
The whip behind her slowly shrank, as if it had completed its mission, it turned into ashes and disappeared.
The blood in her body...! It's boiling!
After a slight pant, she subconsciously looked down at Nakime, but found that the other party was also looking up at her.
The big 'six' character in Nakime's eyes did not change.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Daki hugged her arms, turned her head away in resentment, and hummed lightly.
The numbers in the eyes of the other Upper Ranks also changed one after another.
Muzan turned his head to look at Doma, who was kneeling obediently on the side:
"Doma!"
"I'm here, Muzan-sama." Doma slightly raised his head, he smiled, his tone was quite exuberant, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The number in his eyes has already become 'one'.
Muzan stared at Doma, his tone was flat, he pointed at him, his black nails looked extremely sharp under the light:
"Develop your followers."
Doma was stunned, he blinked his colorful eyes, opened the copper fan, covered the lower half of his face, his voice was exaggerated and sharp:
"Muzan-sama...! ...You are really too generous!"
Snap!
He closed the fan in one go, tilted his head, smiled at Muzan:
"...Can it exceed five hundred?"
Doma——the founder of the Eternal Paradise Sect.
He has been the founder of this sect since he was a human.
In the past, whenever his number of followers exceeded 500, he would be reprimanded by Muzan—this is also one of the reasons why Muzan disliked Doma.
"It can."
Muzan's tone was cold, he slowly put down his raised hand, slowly clenched his fist, and withdrew his gaze:
"Full force... find Blue Spider Lily Flower."
When he said this, he was facing all Upper Rank.
Suddenly.
"Hmm?" Muzan's gaze looked at Gyokko, who was left with only a head and was struggling to roll towards him.
The other party's inner thoughts were too eye-catching, so as to attract his attention:
"What do you want to say? Gyokko?"
Gyokko's head trembled violently, the baby-like little hand propped up the head, looked at Muzan with a flushed face:
"Ah...Muzan-sama." His tone was frivolous:
"...I have a piece of information..."
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