"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Yukito's lips curled into an excited smile.
The demon froze.
Was this human sick?
Before it could think further, a flash of steel cut through the air like lightning, carrying a sharp killing intent straight toward its neck.
Blood sprayed instantly.
The demon staggered back, staring at Yukito in disbelief.
This kid was strong.
Yukito calmly set the sack of rice aside. Getting demon blood on it would be disgusting.
He flicked blood from the cleaver, raised the broken blade, pointed it at the demon, and smiled. "You're really weak. I'm just a child."
The contempt in his tone and the arrogance in his golden eyes enraged the demon.
It felt like roasted chicken mocking the person about to eat it.
"Brat, you're asking to die!"
With a crack of air, bluish-black claws tore forward, slashing toward Yukito's head.
A sharp clang rang out.
The cleaver snapped in half.
A bloody gash opened across Yukito's chest.
He had underestimated the demon. An ordinary cleaver was no match.
The demon burst into laughter. "Go on, be arrogant!"
It pointed down the path and sneered. "I'll let you run first."
Yukito turned and ran without hesitation.
The demon did not chase.
Its Blood Demon Art was poison.
It licked the blood from its claws clean, then slowly devoured its own hand.
"Fragrant. So fragrant. This is the most delicious blood in the world!"
Its body trembled in ecstasy as it watched Yukito's steps grow slower.
"Damn it… It's poison!"
Yukito stumbled and collapsed.
The demon crawled forward on all fours like a beast, mouth wide open, sharp fangs aimed at Yukito's neck.
Just as its teeth were about to sink in—
A flash.
Too fast to react.
The world flipped upside down.
When the demon realized what had happened, its head was already separated from its body.
Yukito stood calmly, holding the broken half of the cleaver. The wound on his chest had completely healed. Only his torn clothes proved he had been injured.
He kicked the demon's body aside and pinned its head to the ground with the blade.
"You monsters really have tenacious vitality. Even without a body, you're still alive. Fascinating."
He lightly patted the demon's cheek, smiling gently.
To the demon, that smile was more terrifying than Muzan Kibutsuji's presence.
If Muzan represented awe and absolute domination, this human represented fear.
Cold, playful fear.
"Impossible!" the demon roared. "My Blood Demon Art can poison an ox! How are you fine?!"
"Impossible!"
"Because I'm Rare Blood," Yukito replied calmly. He had indeed been poisoned. It hurt quite a bit.
"But the main reason is you're too weak."
He mocked it without hesitation.
This world had special constitutions, what demons called Rare Blood.
As a transmigrator, Yukito possessed an especially powerful one.
His physique granted him three abilities.
First, extraordinary perception, something like instinctive danger awareness, though still developing.
Second, strong regenerative ability. Not as extreme as a demon's regeneration, but more than enough.
Third, unmatched adaptability within his blood.
After years of experimentation, he discovered that his blood could accelerate healing in others and even cure certain illnesses.
Its stability was abnormal and could last nearly a month without spoiling.
Of course, most of these experiments were conducted with Kuwajima Jigoro's reluctant assistance.
Tonight, Yukito had intentionally allowed himself to be poisoned to test resistance against Blood Demon Arts.
And it worked.
He stretched, glanced at his torn clothing, and glared at the demon's head. "My clothes are ruined. The Old Man is going to scold me again. How do you plan to compensate me?"
The demon stared at him.
Was this human insane?
"I'm already dismembered and you want compensation?!"
"Kill me if you have the guts!" it screamed. "Otherwise I'll eat you one day!"
Yukito casually placed his hand near the demon's mouth. "Here, eat."
The demon hesitated for a split second, then snapped forward.
Yukito easily pulled back and smirked. "I gave you a chance. You couldn't take it."
"Are you playing with me?!"
"Congratulations, you got it right."
The demon's face twisted in rage.
"Monster… you're the monster…"
"Oh right, Q&A time," Yukito said cheerfully as he sat down in front of the pinned head. "Mr. Trash Demon, let's talk about your boss."
"What boss?!"
"Of course, Muzan Kibutsuji."
The name fell like a whisper of death.
The demon's pupils shrank instantly.
...
Author's Note
Hello, readers! Welcome to my second Webnovel account.
My first Webnovel account is Shadow_demon_007, where I uploaded 20 fanfics. Due to Webnovel's upload limits and rules, I created this second account so I can continue uploading more fanfics for you all.
Please also check out my first account, where many of those 20 fanfics are available. Some of them are already fully completed, and I have uploaded those completed fanfics on my Patreon
👉 patreon.comShadow_demon_007
On Patreon, you can find
Fully completed fanfics
Three free fanfic available for readers
Another free fanfic coming on next month
I sincerely hope you enjoy my works, and I truly appreciate all your support.
Thank you for reading and supporting me!
— Shadow_demon_007