Chương 12: Trying To Collect Demonic Energy
"Let's see... Should I start with overthrowing this entire empire first? Or Maybe even better I should make these humans kill each like like ants" he mused, already plotting his first scheme.
Soon after, Muzan closed his eyes once again, intending to tap into the Demonic Heaven. It was a blood demon art that he found really intriguing. If it could create living beings, it was a pretty busted ability.
Though, he still ranked his biokinesis above it, considering that particular blood demon art could allow him to control demons like they were mere toys.
As he thought about it, he realized he never even tapped into its full potential in his previous life. If he had used it properly, he probably would have beaten the crap out of the Demon Slayer Corps.
But for some reason, he just lacked the imagination to use it to its fullest back then. Now, he was determined to use biokinesis to its absolute limits in this life.
"Let's start," Muzan muttered to himself, keeping his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing and centered his mind.
This focus was necessary for using the Demonic Heaven. Generating demonic energy required either absorbing someone's chaotic emotions or pulling life energy—or any form of energy—from another's body.
The latter wasn't really an option right now since he was in his clan's estate, and killing someone here was a big no-go.
His clan was full of martial artists, and Muzan, well... Muzan was that typical third-rate villain who hadn't learned a lick of martial arts but was still spoiled rotten by his family.
It's like introducing a friend to a game, and after a month, that fucker challenges you, thinking they can win, only to get utterly wrecked and fucke din the 1v1. In this scenario, Muzan was that friend.
He'd get obliterated by literally anyone in the clan with even a tiny bit of energy. So, he opted for the easier method—absorbing emotions instead.
.....
Hmm... this was easier than expected, Muzan thought as the only sound in his ears was his own steady breathing.
He could sense the emotions outside his body, feeling them as they flowed like waves in an ocean. Some were calm, others chaotic, but they all moved in a synchronized rhythm, undisturbed.
But the moment Muzan tried to absorb one of those emotions, the entire flow shattered—just like your heart when your crush says, "I love you, but as a friend."
ANGUISH.
LUST.
ENVY.
Random thoughts from the emotions began to bombard him:
"I want to get pegged!"
"I'm gay, bruh."
"I wanna die."
"I-I don't know my gender."
As the flow broke free, the emotions rushed into Muzan's body, specifically targeting his heart, which had transformed into something with runes etched into it—a sight that, admittedly, looked kind of lit.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Muzan's mind was overwhelmed in just a second, flooded with the relentless barrage of chaotic thoughts and emotions.
He could even hear the twisted thoughts of those whose emotions he was absorbing, which was beyond disgusting.
It didn't hurt physically, but it was more agonizing than stubbing your toe on a table or getting your balls kicked by an elephant.
"Blarg!"
Suddenly, Muzan's eyes shot open as he started vomiting a torrent of blood onto the floor.
"Blarg!"
"Blarg!"
It went on for about three minutes before he finally stopped, slumping down and rethinking his life choices with a face that could've been straight out of that SpongeBob meme.
He was done with this emotion-absorbing crap, at least until he figured out a way to adapt to it like Chadraga.
'Gu Changge's route it is', Muzan decided in his mind. Now that he knew he couldn't just absorb emotions like it was an average Tuesday, he'd have to resort to absorbing energy from other beings to use Demonic Heaven.
But even that had a restriction: the target from whom he was absorbing energy couldn't move, or the absorption would stop.
But Muzan had already devised a way around this limitation. He would simply absorb energy from fresh corpses after killing them—or having them killed. Simple.
It was just like Gu Changge's method of turning everyone into his cultivation nutrition.
It might sound evil or difficult, but who cares? Certainly not the Demon King of Rizz.
"I hate my life..." Muzan muttered sarcastically because, let's be honest, he loved his life more than you love your nuts—probably.
With those words, he grabbed a cloth that was lying on his bed and used it to wipe up the blood vomit, cleaning the floor a few times with his fingers. Once the blood was mostly absorbed into the cloth, he casually tossed it under the bed.
He didn't want a maid or anyone else walking in to see him lying on his bed with blood all over the floor—that would be pretty hard to explain.
Like, really hard to explain. Even harder than explaining to your mom why you needed to watch porn for a school assignment after getting caught.
{A/N: No one ever needed to watch porn for a school assignment... We all just lied.}
After that, Muzan drifted off to sleep, though normally he didn't need to sleep since he never got that tired. But today, he felt utterly exhausted from using Demonic Heaven and failing miserably at it.
....
Next Morning
"Muzan-sama, we are ready to move now. Shall we start the travel?" A very beautiful woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, with long light brown hair and striking blue eyes, said to a man standing in front of her.
She was also clad in armor plates on her legs and arms, giving her an imposing yet graceful presence.
"Yeah, let's go, Miss Hiruzaka," Muzan replied with a smile that was obviously fake but looked convincingly real.
Way more real than the imaginary girlfriend and plotlines you create while listening to an AMV in the middle of the night.
{A/N: 😞}
After saying that, Muzan climbed onto a carriage provided by his father. In fact, his father had assigned an entire squad of well-trained soldiers to escort him to the imperial capital, where the meeting was to be held, and to protect him until his return.
And the woman he was just speaking with? She was the captain of the squad assigned to him by his father.
"Muzan-sama❤️ 🥵" As soon as he stepped inside the carriage, he was greeted by Hatsumi, who was already seated inside. She greeted him with a look that was unmistakably filled with desire, In simple terms she was horny once again.
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