"Don't… don't kill me!"
Muzan Kibutsuji trembled all over.
After losing that facade of a Demon King, even after hundreds of years, he was still the same weak demon who lay on his sickbed, fearing death.
When faced with the threat of death, he chose to surrender without hesitation.
"I'm pleased you understand the current situation, but I don't like your eyes."
Orochimaru's brows furrowed tightly.
A non-human creature, yet showing the same cowardly eyes as a human, possessing a pure, natural dark bloodline, and still having such immense fear of death.
He smelled the fear emanating from Muzan Kibutsuji, and it was very potent.
It was like a genin who had just graduated from the Ninja School, about to enter the battlefield, a cannon fodder who had never seen death.
Are all the undead creatures from the Otherworld so pathetic?
"My Lord."
Muzan Kibutsuji cursed inwardly.
He completely couldn't understand why the other party was still dissatisfied when he was already willing to surrender.
"Tell me all the information about your world."
As Orochimaru spoke, he directly twisted off one of Muzan Kibutsuji's arms for Reincarnation Game authentication, so he could put it into his backpack after returning to reality.
Blood flowed.
Muzan Kibutsuji endured the pain, not daring to resist, and spoke of the general information about the Demon Slayer World.
"Interesting, you are actually the strongest creature in your world."
Orochimaru extended his tongue, licking his chin, and said expectantly, "A prescription used to treat illness, yet it could create creatures like demons. It certainly wasn't that simple."
Muzan Kibutsuji dared not conceal anything, because he found that although Orochimaru could not read memories and thoughts like he did when controlling demons, he could judge whether he was lying by subtle expressions, reactions, and the scent of fear captured by the undead aura.
Helplessly, he had no choice but to reveal everything about his process and experience of becoming a demon.
"blue spider lily, can it enable demons who fear the sun to overcome sunlight?"
Orochimaru frowned, deep in thought.
Without a trace of pity, he tore off another of Muzan Kibutsuji's arms, summoned a carrion hound, and threw it into the dog's mouth.
After the carrion hound ate the arm, its body underwent a very obvious transformation.
Its originally gaunt, rotting body began to sprout flesh and blood, until finally, all four of its dog paws were entwined with wisps of dark red flames.
Orochimaru showed surprise and said, "Just by eating your arm, a lowest-level carrion hound can actually transform into a Hellhound."
Carrion hounds are the lowest-level undead creatures, requiring the consumption of a large amount of dark-attributed materials to transform into the higher-level Hellhounds.
However, even a slightly higher-level Hellhound only possesses a faint Hellfire ability.
Their solo combat ability is very weak.
They can only become a huge threat in groups, but the cost of raising a pack of Hellhounds is too great.
If used on other undead creatures, it could unleash greater power.
Therefore, Hellhounds are a very useless type of undead creature, always used by Orochimaru as scouts and cannon fodder.
"As long as it can help you, that's good."
Muzan Kibutsuji showed none of the arrogance he had previously displayed when speaking to the Lower Rank Demons in the Infinity Castle.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and echoed.
Crack.
Orochimaru, expressionless, tore off Muzan Kibutsuji's newly grown arm again.
This time, the carrion hound that ate the arm did not transform into a new Hellhound.
The subsequent arm that grew out did not have the same effect as the first arm.
Orochimaru's eyes flickered, his desire for research overflowing, and he muttered to himself, "The first arm was your original arm brought from the real world, containing a large amount of dark energy, so the carrion hound could transform after eating it."
"But the second one is an arm regenerated within the Reincarnation Game, so it doesn't possess dark energy."
"So that's how it is."
Orochimaru showed a surprised expression.
He seemed to have deduced something, and his gaze towards Muzan Kibutsuji was very peculiar.
He never expected there would be such a special world; it was truly interesting.
"Orochimaru, truly an excellent research player, to be able to discover the uniqueness of the Demon Slayer World in such a short time."
Fang Yi, who was focused on the movements of the pollution source, turned his gaze towards Gran Forest.
Orochimaru's research capabilities are the strongest in the entire Ninja World.
Unlike Senju Tobirama's ability to research Ninja Art, Orochimaru's research capabilities, whether it be Cursed Seals, genetic modification, cell transplantation, etc., all point directly to the essence of the Ninja World and Chakra.
Even Vegapunk from the Pirate World, who ate the Brain-Brain Fruit, might not have as broad a mind as Orochimaru.
Therefore, it was reasonable for Orochimaru, who is so passionate about research, to set his sights on Muzan Kibutsuji, this [special creation of an entire world].
"Indeed, my idea was correct."
Orochimaru's eyes were fervent.
He tore off the rest of Muzan Kibutsuji's flesh like tearing bread, feeding it to the undead creatures.
It was just as he thought; Muzan Kibutsuji's original flesh contained a large amount of dark energy.
"Muzan Kibutsuji, is that right?"
Orochimaru looked at him with cold eyes, and suddenly asked, "What do you consider life to be?"
Shock.
Hearing the question, Muzan Kibutsuji trembled almost instinctively.
This sentence was too familiar to him, almost etched into his cells; it was the angry question of the swordsman who almost killed him, asked when he drew his sword.
Even after nearly a thousand years, hearing this sentence still brought a deep, soul-piercing fear.
He instinctively raised his head, his terrified gaze falling on Orochimaru, seemingly overlapping with the figure from that year.
But soon, this sense of familiarity vanished.
Because, although it was the same sentence, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's voice was mixed with anger and accusation.
The Orochimaru before him, however, seemed to treat life as a tool that could be utilized.
It was as if, in the other party's eyes, everything was important, yet nothing was important, like wild grass, like pearls, like gems.
This was completely different from his own attitude of treating human lives like dirt, considering himself a superior being.
It was more like, every life has a reason for existence, and should be placed in its proper position. This was an absolutely rational mindset, one that had directly discarded all superfluous emotions.
"…"
Muzan Kibutsuji did not answer.
This was the second time in his demon life he had been asked about the meaning of life, not that he didn't want to answer, but that he simply didn't know.
For him, born in the Heian period, he was enveloped by the threat of death before he was even born. His heart had stopped beating once due to weakness in his mother's womb, and he was born into the world as a stillborn infant.
He survived by a strong belief in life, but was diagnosed with an incurable disease and told he wouldn't live past twenty.
Until the appearance of that doctor, who developed a special medicine that restored his health and even made him a Demon King who could control the life and death of others.
The only regret was being unable to walk in the sunlight.
All he wanted was to make up for that regret, to become a truly perfect being. That was the life he desired.
"It seems most worlds are the same."
Orochimaru looked at Muzan Kibutsuji, as if looking at an imperfect, flawed work.
He scoffed, "Without the appearance of the Reincarnation Game, the essence of life is merely a toy created by fate, its ending already determined from the moment of birth."
"Just like you, Muzan Kibutsuji."
"The Demon King of the Demon Slayer World?"
"From the moment you killed the doctor, your death a thousand years later was already predetermined."
"Everything is fated."
"Since you never became a perfect being, it means you are a flawed product destined to be eliminated by fate."
"That's why the Yoriichi Tsugikuni you fear appeared, why you couldn't find a single blue spider lily—perhaps as cheap as a roadside weed—for a thousand years, why you possess immense power yet can't eliminate the weak Demon Slayer Corps…",
"This is the power of fate."
Orochimaru's hoarse voice seemed to carry a special magic.
"However, when you came to the Reincarnation Game, fate began to change."
Muzan Kibutsuji, who had originally been terrified at the thought of Yoriichi Tsugikuni and feared the threat of death, inexplicably calmed down.
The ill will he felt towards Orochimaru gradually lessened.
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