Even if the fragments of his split body are destroyed, it doesn't matter. As long as Muzan has a piece of himself alive, he can use his unparalleled recovery ability to fully restore himself.
Muzan thinks this way and believes it to be true.
It is indeed laughable, as greed caused him to lose the best opportunity to escape, choosing to fight for his life, only to flinch at the most critical moment and opt for survival.
But it is all too late. When Roa grasps the crimson sword at his waist, the battle has already been declared over.
Like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, the fear of facing death nearly drives Muzan insane.
No, no, no! Faster, faster! As long as I disperse, I can live!
However, in the end, it is all too late.
"Sword of Light."
The crimson sword is drawn, its crimson body dominating the surrounding space. In that moment, the intense danger that made it hard to breathe finally descends.
There is no escape, no way out. The massive crimson slash envelops all directions from which Muzan could flee.
"No, no, no! Hurry, move faster, damn it!" Muzan screams hoarsely, his twisted face contorted by intense emotional turmoil.
The crimson sword falls, this time targeting all of Muzan's scattered flesh.
Flames erupt, and Muzan has no idea how he got hit. By the time he realizes it, his entire body is engulfed in searing flames.
"Me? What is this?"
Muzan looks up in confusion, his gaze finally locking onto Roa's figure. The overwhelming aura emanating from Roa crushes everything around him.
Roa walks indifferently to Muzan's front, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, saying lightly, "Can you withstand this abyss-like terror?"
Muzan raises his head, his entire skull already burning with crimson flames. He mutters, "Why? Why?"
Then he roars, "Why? I just want to live! What wrong have I done? Why? I can't die, I can't die! Right, Nakime, quickly send me out, send me out!"
Roa watches Muzan's dissipating body with a faint smile and says, "How ugly, Muzan."
After saying that, he pokes at the flesh on the ground with the crimson sword.
Muzan is indeed a pitiful person, but that pity vanished the moment he became a demon.
Muzan was born in the distant past during the Heian period. Even before he was born, the shadow of death tightly wrapped around him. His weak heart stopped beating in his mother's womb, and he was even born as a stillborn.
Although Muzan desperately crawled back from the gates of death with his obsession to live, he was still diagnosed with a terminal illness and was told he would not live past twenty, spending most of his days bedridden.
A kind doctor developed a medicine to extend his life, but the side effects made Muzan believe his condition had worsened, leading him to angrily kill the doctor.
Only after the doctor died did Muzan realize that not only had his body recovered, but he also gained immortality and a more resilient body, but he began to crave human blood and flesh.
From that point on, Muzan became an immortal monster, frantically devouring human blood and flesh to gain greater power.
Muzan is essentially a very selfish person. Perhaps at some point, his human side was infinitely compressed and ultimately disappeared. How can he still be called a human now?
Muzan screams hoarsely, finally raising his gaze to stare at Roa. The half of his face that has not yet melted reveals a mocking expression.
Roa is slightly taken aback. He looks down at Muzan and pokes him again with the crimson sword, curiously asking, "Why do you have that expression?"
Muzan grits his teeth and says, "In this world, you are the monsters. You, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, are the true monster, born with such powerful talent, possessing heights that others can never reach. You are born as the favored child of fate. How can you understand the sorrow and pain of people like us?"
Roa clicks his tongue, looking at Muzan's dissipating body, and after a moment of thought, curiously asks, "Do you have anything you want to give me?"
Upon hearing this, Muzan is momentarily stunned, then filled with wild joy. His expression becomes twisted as he exclaims, "Humans, humans! Hahaha! You see, this is the sorrow of being human. Even someone as powerful as you will perish in a hundred years. What can you leave behind? Come, become a demon! Become a demon king like me! In the future, you will become stronger, and you will possess greater power. I can feel it! As long as you become a demon, you will no longer be troubled by sunlight. Come, extend your hand, and I will give you all my blood."
Roa's expression becomes somewhat subtle. To be honest, he is indeed very interested in Muzan's immortality. Such powerful immortality combined with dragon transformation could almost make him an unkillable cockroach. But the problem is, Roa fears that consuming him might have adverse effects, like eating a poisonous mushroom. While it might satisfy his hunger for a short time, it could lead to a series of negative reactions afterward.
After thinking for a moment, Roa begins to summon the system, initiating his first inquiry since arriving in this world.
"System, can I fuse Muzan Kibutsuji's blood to become a demon king?" Roa focuses his mind and asks the system.
[The compatibility of the Demon King bloodline with the current pure body is 1%. Fusion is not possible.]
[Fusion is not possible, but devouring is.]
Roa furrows his brows slightly, curious as he asks the system again in his mind: "Devouring? What kind of devouring method?"
[Checking host permissions.]
[Host permission level: EX.]
[Judgment passed. This consultation is free.]
[Dragon blood has merged into the range of the pure body, and the dragon race's level is higher than that of the demon king. You can use the demon king's blood as fuel to accelerate the awakening of the dragon bloodline and devour some of its characteristics.]
Roa thinks for a moment and asks the most critical question: "Are there any side effects?"
[No. To reiterate, this is not a fusion process but a devouring process.]
Roa's expression becomes serious as he looks at Muzan Kibutsuji and says, "I feel it. The power of being human is limited. So, JoJo—oh, no, Muzan, I won't be human anymore. Come on!"
After saying that, he extends his right hand toward Muzan Kibutsuji and says, "Come into here."
Muzan Kibutsuji exclaims triumphantly, "That's right! You and I are two peas in a pod! Come, become a demon!"
[The host can directly call the system for assistance in devouring.]
Roa falls into deep thought, silently retracting his outstretched hand. With a hint of disdain, he lifts Muzan's head and asks, "How do I assist in the devouring?"
Muzan is momentarily taken aback. He looks up to meet Roa's gaze, somewhat confused about what Roa is doing.
In the next moment, a tremendous suction force emanates from Roa's fingertips. Muzan feels a jolt in his forehead as a mysterious power flows throughout his body.
At the same time, the system's prompt finally sounds in front of Roa.
[You have killed Muzan Kibutsuji.]
[Detected that Muzan Kibutsuji is the current world's hidden BOSS. Your mission is complete, and rewards will be issued upon return.]
[You can choose to return or delay your return.]
[You have significantly altered the plot/fully resolved the hidden BOSS. You will receive a large amount of time-space power.]
[Detected that you are currently devouring Muzan Kibutsuji. The assistance function is activated. This consumption costs 10,000 points. Detected that the host's balance is insufficient, automatically deducting 100 time-space power.]
Roa's mouth twitches at this, feeling like cursing. How can the system be so stingy, deducting 100 time-space power without any clear pricing? It feels like being stabbed by the opponent.
But on the other hand, is time-space power really that valuable?
One point is equivalent to one hundred points of credits.
While Roa is still pondering, a chilling aura begins to spread from his right hand. He instinctively looks down and sees Muzan Kibutsuji's painful and twisted face.
Roa is startled and quickly asks, "Are you okay?"
Unfortunately, Muzan Kibutsuji does not respond.
Blood is continuously being drawn away, and even for Muzan, this feeling is extremely unfriendly. Although Muzan's current state is already bad enough.
Roa can feel himself absorbing Muzan's blood, and Muzan can naturally feel it too.
Muzan raises his gaze to meet Roa's eyes and smiles, "Just like this, become me! Merge with me!"
Roa looks at Muzan Kibutsuji in confusion and says, "Who told you I want to become a demon?"
Muzan's consciousness is teetering on the edge of fainting and losing his soul, and he doesn't hear Roa's words clearly. He continues to speak to himself, "Yes, just like this, come on!"
His consciousness is ready to merge with Roa as the blood flows, but unexpectedly, he finds that entering Roa's consciousness is almost effortless.
However, the easier it is, the more bizarre Muzan feels.
But now that he is in, he can only take it one step at a time.
Muzan's position is not deep within Roa's soul; it doesn't even count as a soul. Muzan merely lingers at the edge of Roa's consciousness.
Muzan looks around in confusion.
Compared to others' barren worlds of thought, Roa's world of thought is much larger.
First, what comes into view is snow—endless snow. The entire world is a vast expanse of white, with large snowflakes continuously drifting down from above.
Muzan shrugs. His current appearance is not as miserable as in reality. Although he no longer possesses such powerful physical strength, his soul allows him to crush ordinary people.
Behind him is boundless darkness, while in front is endless snowfall.
After hesitating for a moment, Muzan decides to move forward. Although this is a scene he has never seen before, he cannot understand everything without advancing.
But the moment Muzan takes a step forward, the darkness behind him disappears, leaving only the continuously falling snowflakes.
Muzan looks around and murmurs, "Is this a snow mountain? This person is really strange."
Muzan's consciousness stretches out, eventually transforming into a spider-like form as he wanders through the human realm.
The narrow path is the most obvious feature in this vast expanse of snow.
Muzan instinctively prepares to walk along the narrow path, but the distance he could easily cross in the blink of an eye now feels like an insurmountable challenge.
The thick snow requires considerable effort to traverse each time.
Muzan has already sensed that something is amiss.
Muzan can guarantee that this is definitely not Roa's consciousness. Consciousness is a derivative of the human soul. Although consciousness cannot represent the strength of the human soul, Muzan can assure that even his own consciousness cannot conjure such a vast scene.
So the question arises: whose consciousness is this?
Thinking deeply, Muzan begins to feel that he has touched the secret of why Roa has become so powerful.
The snow continues to fall, showing no signs of slowing down despite Muzan's halt. The biting cold wind sweeps through, lifting a few snowflakes and striking Muzan's white-haired forehead.
At this moment, he feels a chill.
The chill spreads, coursing through his limbs and surging toward his heart.
How long has it been since he felt this cold? The kind of bone-chilling cold is far more terrifying than the physical cold.
Muzan does not know where this place is; he only knows that he has made a foolish decision.
Now, the only thing he can do is continue moving forward or return the way he came.
Muzan turns back to look at the path he came from, only to find that behind him is nothing but an endless snow mountain.
The remaining choice is clear: move forward and see what this is all about.
The snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, connecting heaven and earth, with no end in sight.
Just a glance fills Muzan with a sense of despair.
This feeling of powerlessness is almost unprecedentedly intense. He doesn't even know why he is here or what he is supposed to do.
Muzan sighs and steps forward again, following the footprints.
Step by step, he moves forward.
The cold numbs his limbs, and his legs become unresponsive. This feeling is something he could only experience when he was human a thousand years ago.
The wind and snow blow fiercely, and naturally, Muzan cannot complete this narrow path. He can no longer hold on, and his consciousness begins to sink. His body turns into a block of ice, and his hands and feet tremble from the cold. Muzan can no longer feel his body.
In the end, Muzan Kibutsuji collapsed on the snowy mountain, his deformed body lying stiffly in the snow. His consciousness continued to sink deeper and deeper, eventually plunging into darkness.
But just before closing his eyes, a strong desire to survive awakened Muzan Kibutsuji's last consciousness. Between life and death lies great terror, and Muzan Kibutsuji's will to survive was unprecedentedly strong. He pushed himself up with both hands, gasping for breath, but what he inhaled was the bone-chilling cold wind, while what he exhaled was warm breath.
Ironically, he ultimately died under the Sun Breathing technique, yet at that moment, Muzan Kibutsuji found himself reminiscing about the scorching warmth emitted by the Sun Breathing.
His hands dug into the ground, flesh and blood twisting and deforming, but when he touched the surface of the ground beneath the snow, he was momentarily stunned.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was unintentional, but this patch of exposed ground was not covered by snow. The moment he touched what he thought was a rocky foundation, an overwhelming fear surged in his heart. Muzan Kibutsuji began to dig away the surrounding snow, revealing what was hidden beneath the snow—'rock.'
What could this possibly be called rock?
This was nothing but—scales.
Under the pale sunlight that had no warmth, the black scales emitted a heart-pounding sheen.
Muzan Kibutsuji now fully understood that this was not a snowy mountain; it was the body of a gigantic monster.
And in the next moment, a voice echoed in Muzan Kibutsuji's mind: "Food delivered to my door? Although it's a bit ugly, it should be edible."
Roa felt that after absorbing Muzan's blood, there wasn't much change. He scratched his head in confusion and opened the system panel, which displayed:
[Character: Roa Greyrat]
[Age: 14]
[Strength: C+]
[Agility: C]
[Stamina: C+]
[Intelligence: A]
[Talent: Pure Body (Stage One), Fool (Stage Two), Greed, Sword Heart (Level Three)]
[Pure Body (Stage One)]
[Traits: Dragon Transformation (I), Bloodlust (I), Dragon Body (I), Regeneration (I), Purity {Initial talent is the highest limit}]
[Fool (Stage Two)]
[Traits: Erudite, significantly increases mental limit]
[Erudite: Combines existing knowledge, making it easier to create non-existent things (including but not limited to sword techniques, magic)]
[Skills: Advanced Magic Knowledge, Sword God Style Swordsmanship (King Level), Thunderstorm Cloud (Water Saint Level), Demon Sword (King Level), Demon Seed, Sword Drawing Style - Thunder, Sun Breathing, Flame Breathing, Thunder Breathing, Transparent World (Passive)]
Roa felt his body and stared at the system panel for a long time, but he really didn't feel what was so special about regeneration.
He really wanted to take a knife to himself, but after thinking for a moment, he felt it was unnecessary.