Zongman: The post-2D era

"I thought you would be my slave."

Wuzan took the takeaway, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in his eyes. Then he found a slightly lower step to sit down and carefully opened the box.

Inside was the fragrant Kung Pao Chicken Rice, the color was alluring, and every grain of rice was coated in the sheen of the sauce.

Wuzan lowered his head and chewed the Kung Pao Chicken Rice, and every bite seemed to be savoring the long-lost ordinary taste.

The gray face covered with rice looked up, with a hint of confusion and curiosity in his eyes, at Feng Feng who was leisurely enjoying the braised chicken rice.

"Why would a strong man like you choose to work in this ordinary school?"

While speaking, Muzan tried hard to make his tone sound calm, although there were still waves in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Feng Feng smiled slightly, put down his chopsticks, and his eyes gently penetrated the light spots between the leaves, as if he could see into people's hearts.

“Strong and weak are nothing more than labels in the eyes of the world.”

“I chose this place because it has the purest dreams and hopes.

"I want to protect these young hearts in my own way, so that they will have fewer bumps on the road to growth, and my heart will be warmer."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with determination and tenderness, as if he could really see the future smiles of those children.

At this moment, Muzan's heart was gently touched. He had never thought that power could be displayed so gently.

Muzan stood up and gently placed the takeaway box in his hand aside. The sunlight penetrated the hair on his forehead and sprinkled on his resolute face, giving him a golden outline.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb the warmth and strength into his heart, and then stepped into the dazzling light. His figure gradually lengthened and merged with the surrounding scenery.

He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the sunlight brush over every inch of his skin, and an unprecedented sense of peace surged in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, there was determination and resolve in them.

"I will let my subordinates, the Twelve Demon Moons, help you complete the sports meeting, but this is just a deal!"

He flicked his fingertips, and a low and mysterious signal was instantly transmitted, passing through the hustle and bustle of the campus and reaching the forces hidden in the dark - the Twelve Demon Moons.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, sprinkling between Wuzan and Fengfeng, forming an intersection of light and shadow.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you how to overcome the sunny side of the world."

Feng Feng gently put down his chopsticks and pointed at Muzan with the tip of the chopsticks. There was a deep and understanding light in his eyes, as if he could see through Muzan's deepest struggle and desire.

"Muzan, you have been lost in the fog of power, but remember, true strength is to find yourself in the ordinary and to be able to breathe freely in the sun."

"I suggest that you live and work in this school, no, in this world, as an ordinary person for ten years. Let the river of time wash away your past, and let the daily trivialities teach you what is the warmth of a 'human'. In China, this is called 'transforming from an ordinary person to a wise one', and it is a journey of spiritual rebirth."

Muzan walked slowly towards the wooden guardrail in the woods. Although his steps were slow, they carried a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

The sunlight shone through the sparse leaves, dappled onto his face, but it seemed unable to dispel the gloom and bloodshot in his eyes.

With his hands gently placed on the guardrail, his body slightly leaned forward, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile looked particularly eerie in the mottled light and shadow.

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's sports meeting,"

He whispered, his voice was low and magnetic, but it contained a chill that could not be ignored, "I wonder if those students are as strong as you, Feng Feng, or...are they just flowers in a greenhouse that can't stand the wind and rain?"

Chapter 754: The Working Demon King and the Twelve Demon Moons

Monday, July 22

"The Part-time Job Demon King and the Twelve Demon Moons fought in the forest arena?"

Feng Feng's eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could penetrate the cover of the trees and look directly at the playground in the distant forest that was about to boil.

In the blood-red eyes of the Twelve Demon Moons, there is a desire for unknown challenges and a fanaticism for controlling power.

The wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, with only the occasional rustling of leaves and the faint laughter of students playing in the distant auditorium, interweaving into a picture that was both harmonious and weird.

"I have repeatedly told the Twelve Ghost Moons to work as required, but I'm not sure whether they are willing to listen to orders from a loser like me."

Wuzan in a corner of the forest chuckled, and his fingertips moved slightly. It seemed that there were invisible silk threads quietly weaving in the air, spreading in all directions like a spider web, silently covering the entire campus.

This scene was noticed by Feng Feng. He stared at Muzan's back and felt an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

Suddenly, the campus radio sounded. It was not an ordinary announcement, but a passionate war song, which instantly ignited the passion and fighting spirit in the students' hearts.

The battle song announced that the first place in a ghost chasing human race would get a complete set of breathing techniques or the chance to become a top-level ghost.

A playful smile appeared on Wuzan's lips. This unexpected "sports meeting" seemed to be more interesting than he expected.

In the dark, the other Twelve Demon Moons were ready to make a move, and Feng Feng found the Demon Master Ashiya of the Part-time Demon King and asked, "Why does the Part-time Demon King want to participate in the school sports meeting?"

Ashiya put down the binoculars in his hand, waved his hands awkwardly and said: "The Demon King looks like a student, there is nothing wrong with joining us!"

Feng Feng's gaze involuntarily slid to the inconspicuous sales box at Ashiya's feet.

The box surface is mottled and looks a bit old, but it is neatly arranged with a variety of beverages - from cheap mineral water to colorful fruit drinks.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, dappled onto the bottles and jars, reflecting some of the hardships and difficulties of life.

"Hehe, the Demon King is really down to earth."

Feng Feng raised a teasing smile, bent down and picked up a bottle of iced soda, shook it gently, and the cool touch came through his palm, as if telling the hardships of working.

"Even this small business can be managed. It seems that the family finances of the Demon King's City are really about to collapse."

As he spoke, he shook his head in feigned sympathy, but his eyes flickered with subtle interest in the alternative way of life of this "working devil".

Ashiya opened his mouth several times and swallowed back his complaints that Fengfeng had not protected Utopia well recently.

On the sunlight-dappled forest track, the working devil is agile, like a cheetah moving through the woods, and every step he takes exudes a sense of power that cannot be ignored.

"I go first."

He exerted force suddenly and left Douma, one of the Upper Ranks who was chasing him, far behind. Douma's signature gentle smile now looked a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the Demon King suddenly turned his head as if by telepathy. His deep eyes penetrated the dense treetops and accurately locked onto the location of Feng Feng and Ashiya.

An uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in that smile there was both confidence in victory and a bit of indescribable warmth.

Then he raised his right hand high and waved it vigorously at the two of them, as if he was greeting an old friend and announcing his presence.

This movement seemed particularly abrupt and vivid in the quiet forest around it, as if even the wind stopped and the rustling of leaves seemed to join in the silent cheer.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the treetops and onto the working devil, and his McDonald's work clothes rustle.

The moment he looked back, there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, and his unruly smile was even more dazzling in the interweaving of light and shadow.

His waving arms drew a graceful arc in the air, as if conducting an invisible piece of music, silently conveying the joy of victory and greetings to his friends to Fengfeng and Ashiya in the distance.

Douma followed closely behind, and even though he was in a mess, his signature gentle smile had never completely disappeared, but it just had a bit more reluctance and urgency.

He quickened his pace, trying to shorten the distance between him and the working devil, but every effort seemed to be easily dispelled by the other party's easy leap and steady steps.

Ashiya waved his fist excitedly, the smile on his face looking particularly bright in the sun. He turned to look at Feng Feng beside him, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, and smiled in a low voice:

"Hey, what do you think? If the Demon King really takes first place, can we negotiate with him to exchange that breathing method or the chance to become an upper-rank demon for cash?"

"After all, these days, nothing is more real than real money!"

As he spoke, he winked deliberately, looking like he was about to do something big.

Feng Feng's mouth curled up unconsciously when he heard this, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He gently patted Ashiya's shoulder and said meaningfully: "Good idea, but you have to think about how to talk to that 'down-to-earth' Demon King."

"Don't forget, he is a man who has managed to run a successful small business. Maybe he prefers to use these prizes to strengthen the people around him rather than exchange them for worldly wealth."

Before Feng Feng finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and an inexplicable atmosphere quietly filled the air.

Ashiya was about to speak, but was suddenly shocked by an invisible force. He swallowed the words back and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the depths of the forest seemed to be gently torn apart by an invisible hand, and a semicircular light suddenly bloomed, covering the entire track.

The light was soft at first, then gradually became dazzling, like the first rays of dawn, but with a majesty that did not belong to this mortal world.

In the light, complex runes can be vaguely seen flowing. They intertwine and collide, and finally converge into a solid barrier, isolating the figures of the Demon King and Douma inside and isolating them from the noise of the outside world.

Within the barrier, the air seemed to have frozen, even the rustling of leaves stopped abruptly. Only the breathing of the Demon King and Douma seemed particularly clear in this silence.

The devil's eyes suddenly became cold, as if he could see through all illusions. He slowly turned around, his deep eyes fixed on the inconspicuous shadow under the tree.

The sunlight shone through the dense treetops, dappling onto the shadow, but it failed to dispel the chill. There was a suffocating pressure in the air, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"Muzan, your murderous intent has exposed you. Do you want to treat me as your meal at this last moment?"

Muzan's steps were steady and strange, and every step seemed to be in accordance with an invisible rhythm. The Twelve Demon Moons followed closely behind him, like puppets pulled by invisible threads, forming a circle of death around the Demon King.

"I just love my job and want to eliminate you as an outside participant to ensure a fair competition."

The sunlight cast mottled shadows on their black robes, but it could not warm the cold air at all.

"A demon king that even the Twelve Demon Moons can't defeat. If I eat you, maybe I can fight Feng Feng."

Muzan finally stood still, his eyes flashing with a faint blue light under his black robe. He looked directly at the Demon King and said in a low and threatening voice: "You have crossed the line. The rules here are decided by me. Even you are no exception."

Chapter 755: The Monarch Who Only Likes to Laugh

Tuesday, July 23

"I know the story of Demon Slayer, and I also want to kill all of Muzan and the Twelve Demon Moons."

The demon king's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Feng Feng, you don't need Muzan anymore if he can't complete his work, right?"

His body did not move, but there seemed to be air flowing around him, and his clothes fluttered without wind, exuding an inviolable majesty.

As the Demon King's words fell, the air around him seemed to be ignited, and an invisible tension spread in the sky.

"Master Fengfeng, the demon king barged into the sports meet and my men were unable to stop him. I am willing to accept the punishment."

Muzan's figure slowly walked out of the shadows, his black robe swaying in the wind, his face hidden under the shadow of the hood, revealing only a sinister smile.

Behind him, the Twelve Demon Moons were like sharp blades in the shadows, silently forming a ring and approaching the Demon King step by step, saying in unison:

"We are willing to take the punishment on behalf of Master Muzan, but please punish the Demon King first to show fairness."

Feng Feng and Ashiya looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief and nervousness.

Although they did not face Muzan directly, the irritation rising from the bottom of their hearts made them sigh involuntarily.

The sunlight seemed unable to penetrate the sudden haze, and the atmosphere on the field was depressing and suffocating.

Feng Feng coughed, attracted everyone's attention and said to Wuzan: "Do you know what the most important thing about the sports meeting is?"