There are many ruthless bosses living in my territory

Yuri suddenly changed the subject.

"However, the conditions under which it is used are not something that ordinary people can bear."

Madara looked into Yuri's eyes, as if observing whether the other party was lying.

"explain."

"You must undergo a one-hour cellular transformation in a completely dark environment. If your willpower is not strong enough, even if your body successfully transforms, it will cause brain death."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Madara, the people in your world have more cells than ordinary people. Your cells also have much more energy than ordinary people. It will take longer to replace cells and consume more energy, so..."

Yuri leaned forward slightly, and the sound he exhaled seemed to penetrate the brain.

"Please prepare means to provide a large amount of nutrition. This torture may last for more than ten hours."

"Epsilon can provide you with a safe research room and sufficient nutrient solution."

Madara just sneered and picked up the tube of reagent with his old hands.

"how to use?"

"Use the front needle to inject directly into the heart."

"Did he say anything?"

Yuri paused for a moment and replied.

"Nothing to say, just let me give you this gift."

“It’s up to you whether to use it and what to do with it afterwards.”

It's all up to me to decide...

What an arrogant guy!

Are you so sure I will help you?

Let's first see if this tube of reagent can make him happy, and whether the upcoming war can make his blood boil!

Age Spot clenched the glass tube in his hand and then disappeared on the spot.

He returned to the underground space where the Outer Path Statue was placed, created a Wood Release clone and called White Zetsu to guard it.

It is enough to have the nutrients provided by the Outer Golem!

Madara tore off his robe, revealing Hashirama's face at the heart, and then inserted the needle directly into the heart.

"Bang!!!"

The heart beat violently, and all the medicine in the test tube rushed into the heart and quickly flowed through the blood vessels to the whole body.

This feeling!

The originally dried up muscles began to swell again, and the intense pain began to burn the whole body.

But what does that mean?!

Compared with the suffering he had experienced in his life, this was nothing more than extremely humble physical pain!

The thickened arm smashed the wall in front of him with one punch.

He wants to defeat time!

He wants to return to the top and fulfill his dream!

……

Lister was unaware of Madara's current situation. He was in his office, observing the 3D projection map of the Winter Mountains and thinking about tactics.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by someone pushing open the door.

"Muzan? What are you doing here? Didn't I say I wanted to think alone?"

Muzan, wearing a black kimono, stared at Lister, his blood-red eyes were enchanting and handsome.

"I have a question."

"..."

Liszt sighed and pointed to the sofa in the corner.

"Take a seat. I hope it won't be too much trouble."

The two men sat face to face, Liszt poured a glass of blood drink for Muzan and had a cup of black tea for himself.

The moon was high outside, and the bright moonlight shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, illuminating the two people on the sofa.

Wuzan glanced at the familiar desk, and his eyes drifted to somewhere unknown.

"Liszt, you know my past."

"Well, to be precise, I also know your original future."

Liszt took a sip of black tea. Among the four recruiters, only Muzan did not realize this.

The teacup in Wuzan's hand shook.

She looked at the beautiful face reflected in the bright red liquid and understood the meaning of the words just now.

"Am I still alive?"

“That depends on how you define it.”

Liszt put down the teacup in his hand and said seriously.

"If you mean physical death, then it is true. If you had not come to this world, you would have been held back by the Demon Slayer Corps in the future and eventually killed by the sunlight."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Wuzan didn't react at all.

"I thought you would refute me angrily."

Muzan touched the edge of the teacup with his fingers and said lightly.

"If anyone else had said that, I would have killed them."

"But strangely, I don't get angry when you say this. Instead, I feel very calm."

"It's like the nightmare I've been having is gone."

She raised her head and looked directly at Liszt.

"Why is this happening? Haven't I gotten the blue spider lily yet?"

“Why do I have this overwhelming sense of peace and tranquility?”

"I've never gotten anything like that from any other person or ghost."

Liszt saw pure curiosity in those eyes, just like a child asking his parents.

"……how could I know?"

"I just know your past, but that doesn't mean I know everything about you."

"But I still have some ideas."

"I've said this before, people are actually pursuing a sense of belonging and a sense of value. The former simply means living comfortably and peacefully, and the latter simply means doing something valuable."

"The former is often related to the living environment and the people around you."

"The sense of belonging or peace of mind you seek is 'life'. Because of your past experiences, you instinctively avoid death and pursue life."

"Perhaps you feel at ease because you get something similar from me."

Wuzan suddenly felt as if he had been enlightened.

So she felt at ease because she was protected by someone stronger than her? No, there was a deeper reason!

The white hands clenched the teacup.

"Liszt, then why are you willing to stand in front of me? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Liszt shook his index finger.

"I judged that saving you was the best option under the circumstances, so I did it, that's all."

"Of course I am afraid of death, but there are some things in my heart that I must do."

"If you don't understand, let me ask you a question."

"Wuzan, why do you want to live?"

Muzan wanted to answer but suddenly choked.

why?

Just like the sun rises every day, and just like you have to pull your hands back when you are burned by fire, isn't it natural to survive?

She has been struggling to survive since she was born, and the same is true after becoming a ghost.

The sunlight has always been a threat to her, so she wants to eliminate this threat.

"Look, you can't answer it."

“In fact, many people can’t answer this question either.”

“Because many people only narrowly define life as the survival of the body.”

"But this is normal. When survival becomes a problem, the instinct for survival will leave them no energy to think about other things."

"That's how you look to me."

Muzan frowned, thinking about what Lister said.

"You didn't think this way before because there wasn't anyone like me who could talk to you on an equal footing. I just happened to be the person who could help you break out of your cocoon of thought."

"When you start to rethink what 'life' is, you will discover more and understand why those lunatics in the Demon Slayer Corps that you mentioned are holding on to you."

Liszt stood up.

That was enough of what he had said. All he could do was guide. It was impossible for him to open the other person's head and pour thoughts into him.

At this time, Muzan suddenly called out to Lister and asked again.

"Liszt, what do you think is 'life'?"

"Well, there are too many explanations if we expand the scope, so let's talk about it next time."

"But I do know a very romantic word about what 'death' is."

Liszt said with his back to Muzan.

“There are two deaths in a person’s life. The first death is physical extinction, and the second death is being forgotten by everyone.”

“If a person’s thoughts and will can be passed on forever, then he will probably always live in the hearts of others.”

"wrong!"

A sharp female voice denied this statement.

"Death is death, and living in other people's hearts is just a lie!"

"I will never approve of this statement!"

Looking at Muzan's uncompromising eyes, Lister scratched his head.

"Think whatever you want, I'm just giving you an idea."

"Liszt!"

The atmosphere became quiet, and Liszt saw a scene he had never seen before.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down Muzan's evil and beautiful face.

"At least you can't die!"

"You have to see me fulfill my immortal ideal!"

"In the future, not only will my body be immortal, but my will will be as well!"

What...what happened?

"You...what's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Liszt felt a little confused. Why did Muzan cry?

Muzan wiped the tears from his face with his fingers and answered calmly.