Doraemon for an imperfect world

The child said excitedly.

"You are welcome."

Doraemon took out the Anywhere Door and opened it according to the location the child said, letting him pass through. "Go ahead, your family is on the other side of the door."

The child swallowed his saliva and walked over impatiently. After walking a few steps, he turned around as if he realized something, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Doraemon, then immediately stood up, turned around and ran away.

Really, this kid...

"But it's a pity that Muzan Kibutsuji still escaped."

Rengoku Kyojuro said somewhat unwillingly, "No matter how many demons are killed, as long as the source, Muzan Kibutsuji, is still alive, there will always be more demons appearing!"

"That's right."

Doraemon couldn't help but feel a headache about this.

So why did Muzan Kibutsuji run away without saying a word?

It has encountered quite a few bad guys, but it is the first one like Muzan who abandoned almost all of his men and chose to run away as soon as they met.

"Amitabha, if the main evil is not eliminated, the harm will be endless."

Gyoumei of Beiming Island said with tears in his eyes, "After this, Muzan Kibutsuji will definitely be more cautious, and he may not appear again until we die of old age."

"But at least we know what he looks like. This will make it easier to find Muzan Kibutsuji in the future, right?"

Mitsuri Kanroji took out a photo and said with a smile, "I found it in the Infinite Castle before. I thought many people might not know what Muzan Kibutsuji looks like, so I brought it back."

photo?

Yes, you can use that!

Thinking about it, Doraemon's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Can you lend me the photo?"

"Ok?"

Kanroji Mitsuri said in confusion, "Of course there's no problem, but what's the use of this?"

"Well, just use this—photo talking fluid!"

Doraemon said as he took out a spray and sprayed it towards the photo in Mitsuri Kanroji's hand.

"That way, the photo can speak for itself, just like the person himself."

After Doraemon finished explaining, he righteously stretched out his hand towards the photo and said, "Ahem, Muzan Kibutsuji, tell the truth quickly. Where did you escape to?"

"why?"

In the photo, Muzan Kibutsuji gnashed his teeth and asked, "Why do you have to go against me?"

"Of course it's because you hurt innocent people."

Doraemon said as a matter of course, "Unforgivable!"

"madness!"

Muzan Kibutsuji argued cunningly, "Why do you have to do such a meaningless thing! You should just treat me as a natural disaster. These short-lived, insignificant humans will die anyway. What's the difference between dying in my hands and dying in a natural disaster?"

This guy!

So angry, so angry, so angry!

Hearing the other party say these words so naturally, Doraemon suddenly felt a surge of anger rushing to his head.

"What do you think life is?"

Ji Guoyuan couldn't help but ask when he heard this.

Hearing this, Muzan Kibutsuji in the photo couldn't help but shudder, and his PTSD suddenly attacked again and he couldn't speak.

"Anyway, tell me quickly!"

Iguro Obanai drew his sword and pointed it at Muzan Kibutsuji in the photo, "Otherwise I'll chop you down right now."

In the photo, Muzan Kibutsuji hesitated for less than a second before succumbing to his desire to survive. In reality, he would die, and as long as he could survive now, nothing else mattered!

"Tokyo!"

Muzan Kibutsuji in the photo said without hesitation, "I fled to Tokyo! As long as I forcibly control the emperor and cabinet officials there, I can use the entire Japanese army to deal with the Demon Slayer Corps and those sudden things that have appeared recently!"

265

Chapter 265: Secular power.

Wuzan is very panicked now.

He knew that Yoshikazu Tsugakuni was a monster, a complete monster. The scar left by the man's knife when they met five hundred years ago was still burning and roasting him today, making both his body and soul tremble.

He could regenerate his entire body at the cellular level, but the knife wound was like a leech attached to his bones that he could not get rid of. It would even regenerate along with his body, wrapping around his body like a wisp of karmic fire from hell.

The only thing that could comfort him was that the man was dead, and he would grow old like an ordinary person - that was how it should be!

He is obviously dead!

But why, why on earth is he still alive and still appears in front of him!

fear?

despair?

None of them. The uneasiness in Wuzan's heart at this moment was far more than all these words. This feeling made him think of a foreign novel called "Frankenstein" that he had read before. In that story, the crazy Frankenstein pieced together the corpses and resurrected them, creating an ugly monster - in order to find half a point to overcome the sunlight. Wuzan knew many similar concepts. He usually liked to wear suits for this reason, but most of the time he had an inexplicable hatred for the achievements of mankind.

He hates change and every progress made by mankind, although he also longs to use human technology to find a way to solve his only weakness.

Just like now.

Muzan recalled the sun-like light he had seen on the snowy mountain before. Although he didn't know what the Demon Slayer Corps had done there, there was no doubt that it was one of the changes he hated - the power of technology.

Frankly speaking, the impact that ray of light brought to him was like a wake-up call, which made Muzan realize the changes of the times more deeply than ever before. It also made him realize that this is no longer the era where a few generals and hundreds of soldiers can dominate a region.

and so……

He wanted to grasp this increasingly uncontrollable power in his own hands!

After using Mingnu's power for the last time, he clearly felt that the evil spirits who had been controlled by him began to die one by one. The scorching light even reached his body, making Muzan feel creepy again.

Muzan walked between the newly built tall buildings, passing through the guards who were completely unaware of his presence. His shadow was lengthened and spread by the low lights emitted from the houses beside him, as if he wanted to shroud the entire world in his endless malice.

Soon, Muzan found his first target.

"You, who are you!"

Wuzan looked down at the child in front of him. The fingers on the child's right hand were obviously not as flexible as those of ordinary people, and his eyesight didn't seem to be very good either, but it didn't matter, as long as it worked.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to speak your nonsense."

Muzan stretched out his finger nonchalantly and pierced through the opponent's skull with just one stroke. After destroying the part storing memories just right, he injected his own blood into it.

He didn't care about the other party's thoughts. After all, it was just a bug that he could crush with ease.

Considering that the other party's physical fitness seemed to be not very good due to inbreeding, Muzan did not inject too much blood. After all, what he cared about most about the person in front of him was not his strength, but his identity, so he only injected part of the blood and immediately left the scene.

"Your Majesty Di!"

The guard outside the door heard the sound and rushed in, kneeling down and asking, "I heard some noise coming from your bedroom."

Humph.

Muzan hid beside the cabinet and forcibly took over the child's body through his own blood. He didn't care about what others thought. In this world, only he was important, and other people's thoughts and consciousness were completely irrelevant!

"I am fine."

Wuzan controlled the child's body and said, "Take me to see my father. I have something very important to tell him."

Hearing this, the two men kneeling on the ground looked at each other and both heard that there was something wrong with the adult's tone.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Muzan used the child's body to question again.

"Feel sorry."

The guard quickly said, "I'll take you there right away."

Not long after, another wordless scream echoed over Tokyo.

He controlled his son's hand to penetrate his father's chest, hold his heart and inject blood, and then summoned officials in the name of Di Gong's father Ming Gong to convert them one by one. For a moment, Wuzan even felt a little funny. Why didn't he think of this method before?

——Dividing——Line——

In an alley in Tokyo, a door appeared out of nowhere, and then a group of people immediately ran out impatiently.

Ka, Ka——

A crow just flew over the heads of several people.

"Hey, tell me the truth, where are you going next?"

Fuzukawa Miyabi asked, clutching the photo.

"The Imperial Palace! Is there any need to ask?"

Muzan Kibutsuji in the photo widened his eyes and said, "Let go quickly, or I'll break! Don't forget that you won't be able to find him without me!"

"Tsk! This damn rat..."

"mouse!"

Doraemon, who had just walked out of the Anywhere Door, was suddenly startled. He subconsciously widened his eyes and took several steps back in a hurry. "Where is the mouse?"

"that."

Mitsuri Kanroji whispered, "Mr. Busikawa is referring to Muzan Kibutsuji."

"Yuan, that's it."

Doraemon finally breathed a sigh of relief and grumbled softly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Ok?"

Mitsuri Kanroji asked curiously, "Is Mr. Doraemon afraid of mice?"

"Well..."

Doraemon looked away a little embarrassedly. "Anyway, let's find that guy Muzan first!"

"Wait a moment!"

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi suddenly stopped the people who wanted to go out and hid in the shadow of the alley with them.

On the street, a group of fully armed soldiers walked slowly.

"Really? Why do we have to gather in the middle of the night?"

"It's not just us. It seems that all the forces that can be mobilized have been assembled to capture the Ubuyashiki clan and surround a mountain that has long been covered in snow."

After waiting for the group of soldiers to pass by, Doraemon looked towards the direction of the palace in panic.

"Oh no! Muzan Kibutsuji must have succeeded. What should we do next?"

"It doesn't matter."

Tomioka Giyu calmly grasped the hilt of the sword and said, "As long as Muzan Kibutsuji is killed, all the demons will disappear."

266

Chapter 266: The decisive battle at the top of Tokyo.

here we go again……

Muzan couldn't help but tremble. Although he didn't see the figure directly, he clearly felt that breath - the presence of Tsugikuni Yoriichi!

"Where's what I want?"

Wuzan asked anxiously, "Where is it?"

"But."

The old man beside Muzan hesitated and said, "If mustard gas is released on a large scale, the entire Tokyo area will be--"

boom!