I will attack as a player!

Chapter 12 Muzan's Blood

Muzan was incredibly fast; his flesh-colored tentacles shot out, tearing through the air and instantly breaking the sound barrier several times its normal speed, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

But even the fastest speed can't outpace electricity and light.

The moment Chu Wuji saw Muzan, he had already activated Zero in his brain. Through Chu Wuji's eyes, Zero's computing power was fully activated, collecting Muzan's every move.

The moment the tentacles took shape, Zero had already constructed a complete ballistic model, calculated it into instructions, and sent them to the metal rod hanging on Chu Wuji's chest—an ultraviolet sterilizer modified by the prosthetic doctor, Uncle Chen.

The metal plate quickly cracked open, and the pale blue visible light was just the prelude. The truly deadly invisible ultraviolet rays had condensed into six death rays, striking first and cutting precisely along the tentacles' predetermined path.

The tentacle that tore through the air only flew halfway before it was sliced ​​through as if by an invisible, burning blade, turning into chunks of flesh that fell onto the snow and gradually burned.

Yes, from the beginning, Chu Wuji had no intention of fighting Muzan head-on. Instead, he disguised the light from the ultraviolet sterilizer as a "slash that was too fast to see".

Any enemy with a sound mind might have noticed something from the movement of the wind or the visual flaws.

But his opponent is Muzan Kibutsuji.

This demon king, who has lived for a thousand years, has the deepest fear of being killed by Yoriichi Tsugikuni imprinted on his soul.

He is suspicious and cowardly, and always tends to associate unknown situations with the most unfavorable aspects for himself.

What Chu Wuji wanted to exploit was this fear that had been etched into his mind for thousands of years.

At this moment, the elegance and composure on the face of the man standing in the snow had completely crumbled.

He stared intently at Chu Wuji, trying to catch even the slightest movement of the other's attack.

However, there was nothing there.

He didn't draw his sword, didn't raise his hand, and didn't even reveal any murderous intent.

His own attack simply vanished into thin air.

Oh no... I'm doomed, am I going to die?

Over the course of a thousand years, Muzan had reached the pinnacle of control over his own body.

But at this moment, cold sweat began to flow uncontrollably.

The shadow of his childhood death loomed over his limbs once more, as if a hand were tearing at every piece of flesh.

Because Muzan couldn't see the intention behind the attack at all—neither raising his hand nor drawing his sword was visible—he dared not move rashly and was momentarily frozen in place.

Chu Wuji understood what Muzan was worried about, so he gave him a chance and opened his mouth: "You..."

"Now!"

Almost the instant Chu Wuji spoke, Muzan's entire body suddenly expanded and then exploded, turning into thousands of fragments that shot out in all directions!

"Yes! Now!"

"Target has split, number of offspring confirmed: 2000. Path calculation complete, extermination and capture program initiated."

2000? It seems Muzan has made some progress compared to a hundred years ago.

Zero's code flashed and disappeared, as did Muzan's 1690 fragments that were suspended in mid-air.

AI-powered lock, kid!

However, that wasn't the end of it. The wood-grain leather briefcase in Chu Wuji's hand suddenly disintegrated, leaping into the air like a spider and enveloping the ten pieces of meat flying towards Chu Wuji.

Enveloped in high-voltage electricity, the resisting flesh and blood were subdued. Then, just before the flesh and blood were about to merge, liquid nitrogen was sprayed out, freezing all the flesh and blood instantly.

The suitcase was reassembled and ended up in Chu Wuji's hands.

Hero fragments of Demon King Muzan, obtained!

The core objective of this instance world has already been captured by Chu Wuji.

Everything is going according to plan!

On the other side, the remaining three hundred fragments of Muzan also successfully escaped Chu Wuji's sight.

In fact, Zero had already captured all 2000 fragments. Chu Wuji could have destroyed them all with just a thought, but he did not do so.

The reason was simple: Chu Wuji feared that the ten pieces of flesh and blood he had captured alone would not be enough to contain Muzan's consciousness.

What if Muzan loses consciousness and his flesh and blood disintegrates on its own?

So Chu Wuji, just like Yoriichi, left Muzan an extra three hundred pieces of flesh and blood as servers to let him go.

Chu Wuji did not intend to take the blood and become a demon right now. He still needed to try to do something to remove the hidden tricks Muzan had left in the blood.

Putting away the ultraviolet light meter, which was emitting a burnt smell due to a burnt circuit, Chu Wuji slowly walked to the front door of the house.

Using the moonlight reflected off the snow, Chu Wuji knocked on the door that Muzan had torn apart, leaving only the frame: "It's all alright now, are you all okay?"

Inside the house, the palm tree by the stove resembled a female bird desperately protecting her young, spreading its arms to shield its children behind it.

Midouzi picked up a stick from somewhere and stood beside her mother.

Against the reflection of the snow, they couldn't see the person outside the door clearly, only knowing that after a terrifying loud noise, the monster disappeared.

At that moment, a calm, unfamiliar young man's voice came, finally easing the tension that Kamado Aoi had been holding back.

She recognized the figure standing at the door and could easily guess that it was the young man in front of her who had saved them.

"Thank you, we're not hurt..." Kamado Aoi straightened her disheveled undergarments, knelt deeply before Chu Wuji with her knees together, and pressed her forehead against the cold wooden floor. "Thank you, thank you for saving us."

Tears dripped from her cheeks onto the ground, spreading into a cloud of dust.

Kamado Aoi knew very well that if it weren't for the appearance of the person in front of her, only Tanjiro, who was out selling charcoal, would have escaped the calamity, while the rest of the children would have died in the best and most hopeful years of their lives.

Kamado Aoi couldn't imagine how painful it would be for Tanjiro to return home, or how much suffering he would endure alone in the future.

"We, the Zao family, will never forget your kindness today."

Seeing this, Ni Douzi also slowly knelt down.

"It's alright, it's just that the mountain is currently blocked by heavy snow. Would you mind staying here for the night?"

At first, Chu Wuji was wondering how to communicate with him, since his Japanese was limited to the few words he knew from watching anime in his previous life.

As a result, the other party understood what he said, and Kamado Aoi's words were also presented by the system as subtitles, so Chu Wuji didn't need to use Zero to translate.

"Don't mention it, benefactor. Just treat it as your own home, but..." Kamado Aoi hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Because of Muzan's late-night visit, both Kamado Aoi and the other children are now only wearing warm undergarments, which is quite impolite.

Chu Wuji noticed her embarrassment, but said nothing. He turned and stepped outside, giving them time to tidy themselves up. A moment later, he went back inside.

Kamado Aoi took out Tanjiro's clean bedding and laid it out for Chu Wuji, thus spending their first night in the Demon Slayer instance.