The memory copy of Demon Slayer wasn't long, but it was enough.
Daemon casually pushed Stussy's hand away and threw a few indifferent glances at the screen.
The effects were surprisingly detailed—more realistic and gripping than the animations he remembered from his previous life. The despair, the tragedy—it all hit harder now.
The Demon Slayer Corps looked even more desperate, and Muzan? More vile. More revolting.
Before long, the entire chat group had tuned in to watch the content together.
Everyone now had a basic understanding of the Demon Slayer Corps... and the demons they hunted.
[Chat Group]
Esdeath: "Disgusting. That low-grade demon dares call himself a king? He's just lived long—like a cockroach basking in borrowed time."
Luo Hao: "Hmph! I expected a millennia-old demon to be an overwhelming existence. But he's just a cowardly infant with a god complex. Even a pig trained for 1,000 years would be stronger!"
Erina Nakiri: "He eats people. That alone makes him garbage in my eyes."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Ugh. I've never seen a more repulsive villain. Just his face is enough to ruin my appetite."
Jibril: "Muzan, were you always this pathetic and full of yourself? You do realize most people here could kill you before you even blink, right?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Daemon, you must kill this creep. Just don't let him linger in the chat group any longer."
Sakura Tohsaka: "Poor Shinobu... and the rest of the Demon Slayers. Their fate was so tragic..."
Saitama: "I didn't expect such a weirdo. And he eats people? Gross."
Saitama: "Decision made. If I ever reach your world, I'll punch you so hard your cells forget they were ever alive."
Shinobu Kocho: "Thank you… truly… All of you… You're such good people."
In the Demon Slayer world, Shinobu Kocho's eyes welled up.
They were with her. The strongest people she'd ever seen… they were on her side.
This chat group—an unlikely gathering of legends—might be her only chance at changing the tragic fate of her world.
On the other hand, Muzan looked like he'd been drained of blood. Fear crawled beneath his skin.
He was seriously considering fleeing Japan altogether.
With his powers—and the Zanpakutō he'd claimed—he could just go abroad and start his dominion elsewhere...somewhere new, Perhaps in china it would be easy to take over.
But then—
Miyuki Uchiha: "Sister Kocho, post the mission already!"
Shinobu Kocho: "Understood!"
[Group member Shinobu Kocho has posted a mission: "Kill Muzan."]
"Damn it!"
The group notification hit Muzan like a slap. He quickly opened the chat and began typing frantically.
Muzan: "Fine! I might not be a good person, but I'm a man of my word!"
Muzan: "I can give you eternal life—an immortal body! Think about it! I can offer you far more than the Demon Slayer Corps ever could!"
Then, Muzan posted his own mission.
[Group member Muzan has posted a conflicting mission: "Destroy the Demon Slayer Corps."]
[Two group missions with opposing objectives detected. Voting required. The task with the most votes will be accepted.]
[Note: Since both missions involve the lives of group members, the protection normally granted to members is lifted for these missions.]
Miyuki Uchiha: "A vote, huh?"
Esdeath: "Tch. Pointless. Strength decides everything. Votes mean nothing to the strong."
Luo Hao: "True. But this time, I'll indulge the process."
Miyuki Uchiha: "We're comrades, friends walking the path to strength. A fair vote is only right."
Shinobu Kocho: "Please… I'm counting on you all."
Muzan: "I offer immortality! True power! Don't be foolish! Choose wisely!"
Yamamoto Mei: "I vote for Shinobu! I hated Muzan even before. Seeing him again? Ugh!"
Muzan: "..."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Same here! Shinobu onee-san, if I win, will you let me kiss you?"
Shinobu Kocho: "Eh?! I-I'm grateful but… aren't we both girls?"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Who cares? Love is love!"
Erina Nakiri: "I vote Shinobu. Man-eating monsters don't belong in any world."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Absolutely. Just looking at him made me nauseous. I vote for Shinobu."
Esdeath: "Count me in. That fake demon is all bark, no bite."
Luo Hao: "Those who mock god-slayers deserve divine punishment. Shinobu gets my vote."
Saitama: "Weirdos need pounding. My vote's for Miss Shinobu."
Jibril: "Of course I vote Shinobu."
Sakura Tohsaka: "Sakura's voting too! Those demons are monsters… Shinobu-san, you have my support!"
Sakura Tohsaka: "Daemon-nii, you'll vote too, right?"
Back in the Demon Slayer world, Shinobu clutched her hands tightly, eyes locked on one name.
Nerona Daemon.
A Reincarnator from the Pirate World. A Celestial Dragon. Possibly the strongest man in the chat group.
He held immeasurable influence.
Earlier, he'd said he liked beautiful women… and Muzan was now selling immortality like it was candy. What if Daemon gave in?
Shinobu bit her lip.
Even she had to admit—if not for the curse of Muzan's control, immortality would be tempting. Seductive, even.
Would the others follow if Daemon shifted sides?
Would all of this collapse?
Her heart pounded.
Then—
Daemon: "Like I said: I like beautiful women. I hate ugly things."
Muzan: "I can be beautiful too! Any form you like—hundreds of them! And immortality! Just say the word, Daemon!"
Muzan was desperate. Pathetic. Practically throwing himself at Daemon now.
Miyuki Uchiha: "...Gross."
Esdeath: "Hah. Just a man in drag."
Yamamoto Mei: "Agreed."
Daemon's lip curled in disgust.
Daemon: "Die."
[Vote concluded: Majority supports Shinobu Kocho. Muzan's mission has been rejected.]
[Randomly selecting mission participants…]
[Congratulations to Nerona Daemon, Jibril, and Kasumigaoka Utaha. You have been chosen.]
[You have 3 hours to prepare, or you will be forcibly transported.]
Saitama: "Ah, too bad. I wanted to fight Daemon. That would've been fun."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Not bad. Time to test my power."
Jibril: "Finally! But... this world seems weak. The demons looked boring."
Esdeath: "Didn't you always want to fight Daemon?"
Jibril: "...Good point. I'll enjoy this after all."
No Game No Life World
Jibril frowned the moment she joined the chat group, resisting the urge to slap herself twice.
She lived for battle — for the thrill of hunting enemies and proudly collecting their severed heads.
But she hated losing.
During her time in the group, she had roughly figured out Daemon's capabilities.
Sure, most of his flashy attacks — like Star-Shattering Thunder — could be dodged with her spatial magic. But that was only scratching the surface.
God Avoid would instantly smite his enemies.
Belt of Hercules — with overwhelming strength and speed.
Eye of Horus — flight capabilities and complete immunity to all ranged attacks.
Eye of Death — wounds that could never be healed, damage that lingered no matter what.
Yeah, no matter how she looked at it, this was not someone she could beat.
"Tch… What the hell is that setup?" Jibril muttered under her breath, clicking her tongue.
She wasn't afraid, of course. She was Jibril — proud Flugel warrior and apex predator. But even she had to admit, facing Daemon right now wouldn't end well for her.
Still, that didn't mean she was out of options.
"But... I don't necessarily have to lose," she murmured, a sly grin creeping across her flawless face.
"After all, I've still got my trump card — the fairy beans."
The final immortal bean — refined from the corpses of countless powerful beings.
A single bite could restore her completely — stamina, injuries, everything. It was like having hundreds of lives at once.
"I just wonder... can it heal wounds from the Eye of Death?"
Meanwhile, in the chat group, Muzan was still groveling.
Muzan: "Please! Don't kill me! I'll give you anything! I'll even leave Japan forever if that's what you want!"
No one replied.
Everyone was tired of him — his groveling, his cruelty, his arrogance. To the group, Muzan wasn't a threat anymore. Just a walking corpse waiting to fall.
Jibril: "I'm ready."
Jibril: "Saint Daemon, once you're done taking out that garbage Muzan, how about a little sparring match?"
Daemon: "I've always wanted to test the might of a Flugel — the god-slaying species. I could use a warm-up… maybe prep some mushrooms for stew."
Daemon: "I'm ready, too."
Jibril: "Wait… mushrooms?! Are you saying I'm the mushroom?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "I'm ready as well."
[All three mission members are ready. Dimensional transfer commencing.]
—
Back in the real world, a woman stirred in bed.
"Hmm? Where did Daemon go again?"
Stussy blinked sleepily, feeling the warmth beside her missing. She sat up, a faint frown forming.
Could it be... he didn't think she was enough anymore?
Was he off chasing Rouge now — the pregnant woman?
A chill of resentment curled inside her. That would explain it. He never used to leave in the middle of the night like this...
—
For Daemon and the others, crossing dimensions had become routine.
A flash of golden light.
Then silence.
Daemon opened his eyes to find himself in a traditional Japanese-style room.
Around him stood two familiar faces — Kasumigaoka Utaha, calm and elegant, and Jibril, whose angelic wings shimmered slightly with excitement.
This wasn't Utaha's first time crossing worlds, but for Jibril, everything was new. Her violet eyes scanned the room with open curiosity — until they finally settled on Daemon. She beamed.
On the other side stood the remnants of the Demon Slayer Corps: Kagaya Ubuyashiki, frail and deathly pale, flanked by his four daughters and the nine Hashira — including the Insect Pillar, Shinobu Kocho.
"So this is the Otherworld…"
"How tall he is… He must be strong…"
"Shinobu, are you sure these people can really beat Muzan?"
The sudden arrival of Daemon's group — appearing from thin air — was enough to send waves of excitement through the room.
These were warriors who had lost everything — family, friends, their own limbs — to Muzan.
The promise of hope standing before them was too much to take calmly.
Kagaya, ever composed despite his illness, took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Celestial Dragon from another world… I am Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the current leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. These are my daughters."
He had clearly been briefed on Daemon's personality. His tone was respectful but sincere. After a brief pause, he added:
"I hope I'm not being rude… but can you really kill Muzan?"
Daemon smiled, not arrogantly, but with quiet certainty.
"Of course."
Kagaya's hands trembled slightly as he clenched them. "And… do you know where he is?"
"No idea."
Kagaya's expression fell — until Daemon added, "But that's not a problem."
"…What do you mean?"
Daemon chuckled, his voice calm.
"I don't need to find Muzan."
He looked out toward the distant horizon, as if speaking to something far beyond the room.
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