mynovelonline Chapter 139 A cat that loves to court death can't be stopped.
Chapter 139 A cat that loves to court death can't be stopped.
The newly enthroned emperor died suddenly at home.
That's good, we don't need to change emperors anymore, because we have nothing left.
The regime of Hiraga is expected to collapse over a long period of time.
In a country where the concept of bloodline is deeply ingrained, if the upper class were to suddenly die out completely, leaving only commoners, the chaos that would ensue is unimaginable.
What's more, there's a group of uninvited, malicious guests outside.
With multiple parties involved, this land is bound to descend into prolonged chaos.
If you're already struggling to manage your own affairs, you won't have the mood or energy to develop any grand strategies.
Meanwhile, the walking demon king, Shuuga, quickly found a house under his name after being resurrected.
The thing he was about to do wasn't suitable to be done in the Infinite City, which was full of surveillance cameras, even if his office didn't have Nakime's eyeball clones!
Shugo felt he still had some sense of shame.
I opened the door, went inside, rushed into the bathroom immediately, and then took off my pants.
His eyes looked extremely serious.
Shugo couldn't help but take this seriously, as it concerned his lifelong happiness.
The little siren below hasn't worked for hundreds of years. It's just been repaired now, and we don't know if it will work or how well it will function.
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Half an hour later, Shugo, beaming with joy and with a rosy complexion, rubbed the soapy foam in front of the mirror.
Turn on the tap, and the cold water will flow straight down, rinsing away the foam completely.
Shugo dried his hands, which were now slightly white and soft from washing, and brought them to his nose to sniff.
After confirming that he couldn't smell anything, Shugo was relieved. After washing so many times, he had finally gotten rid of that signature smell.
Shugo was genuinely worried if he didn't do it this way; those ghosts in the house all had a keen sense of smell.
Being smelled by it would be a social disaster!
The kind of thing that would make Lord Shugo unable to raise his head for hundreds of years.
Shugo shook his head, banishing the embarrassing fantasies from his mind, and was very satisfied with his newly resurrected body.
Not only did it function well, but its capabilities were also upgraded, which made Shugo quite satisfied.
It's much more useful than when I was a person.
It's just too slow to start up. Well, it must be because it hasn't been used for too long. Electronic products are like that too.
It's definitely not his problem.
This problem will disappear if you use it more often.
As Shugo thought this with conviction, he pondered: I need to learn more about mimicry techniques from Muzan. Being able to make things long or short, big or small, would be a real blessing.
He was fed up with having such a beautiful woman in his arms, only able to look at her and touch her, but not be able to take a bite.
Thinking of the harmonious life to come, Shugo returned to the Infinite Castle with a sense of pride.
Then Nakime came to report.
Nakime felt a little uneasy, because before Muzan left, he told her not to tattle on him to Shugo.
But Muzan-sama seems really unreliable.
Naruto was troubled.
Nakime doesn't want to lose her current life.
"Lord Muzan has taken a lot of demons out."
"Let's pretend that Lord Hiiragi has come to report," Nakime said guiltily, never one to lie.
Shugo was filled with questions, his smile vanished, and he realized that Muzan usually didn't interact with these subordinates at all.
What do you want to do?
With a bad feeling creeping into his heart, Shugo pressed for an answer.
Where did they go?
Nakime hesitated, looking at Shugo's slightly unpleasant expression, and gave him an address.
Suddenly everything went black, and Shuugo almost got his face twisted by Muzan's sudden idea.
Muzan, you wretched old woman!
Who told you to go and fight the mastermind behind it all?
Shugo completely ignored Nakime's words, his demon king aura collapsed, and he seamlessly switched to being a cat owner who was so angry at his own rebellious cat that he almost fainted from anger at Muzan's sudden surge of enthusiasm.
Aren't you usually very lazy?
It makes you procrastinate!
Training sessions are something I try to avoid whenever possible!
I don't need you to be efficient in this kind of thing!
Some cats, no matter how many times you tell them to stop, you just can't control their reckless behavior.
Shugo asked in exasperation, "Did he go by himself?"
Nakime: Oh no! It seems she's caused trouble for Lord Muzan?
After a brief silence, Nakime replied, "...and also the three lords: Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza."
These three are all among the top in terms of combat strength.
Shugo breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he wasn't completely stupid and had learned the techniques of ganging up.
But this setup... isn't this just a reenactment of the Infinite City battle?
Kokushibo is still working hard on cellular respiration and will definitely not give up on this difficult task before dying.
If it's Akaza, his wife is still alive, so there's no possibility of him unplugging the internet. You can't just mess around with a ghost who has a family.
As for Doma, that guy who doesn't play by the rules...
Could Shugo have predicted what this idiot would do?
As long as he doesn't suddenly go crazy, Doma is still reliable.
He could only console himself by thinking about Doma's past performance.
Kaigaku: ...What about me! What about my scenes!
After some deliberation, Shugo confirmed that his subordinates were not in serious trouble, and angrily dug up a number of new products from the research institute's new product warehouse.
Having fully equipped himself and adopting a cautious approach, Shugo then had Nakime teleport him there.
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After leaving Shugo's office, Muzan, both clueless and displeased, exuded a strong murderous aura with each step, causing demons to retreat three feet away.
Now, Muzan is like a pampered lady who has lived a life of luxury for many years; his mind is completely blank. According to the principle of use and disuse, Muzan's no longer sharp mind has become half a beat slower in its reactions.
Muzan recalled the previous scene and gradually discerned from Shuugo's words and actions—
Kibutsuji Muzan, who was internally flipping the table: o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓ This is outrageous!
I mentioned the Demon Slayer Corps and the mastermind before. As soon as they heard that I wanted to deal with the mastermind, they changed the subject, and it seems that they don't want me to join the Demon Slayer Corps anymore.
They actually think I'm unreliable and can't do it!
He wasn't as stupid as Shugo imagined. He always looked at me with that kind of tolerant look towards children (Shugo: ...No, it was the look of care for disabled people).
Muzan was always troubled by this.
Shugo always treated him like a child and was never at ease with what he did.
This is how it was before the relationship was confirmed, and this is how it is now.
wrong!
It's clearly gotten worse; they're controlling everything he does, treating him like a little baby.
As he thought about it, Muzan involuntarily started to provoke himself, his face getting rounder and rounder, like an inflated balloon about to burst.
With the trouble of having a boyfriend who's like a father figure, Muzan thought to himself, "Although I am indeed younger than you and not as reliable as you, it doesn't mean I have no faith in him at all."
Damn it! He must get rid of this state of being looked down upon.
He's made up his mind; he'll take down the mastermind first! (It seems Shuugo values this more than anything else, even the Demon Slayer Corps pales in comparison.)
Muzan: I'll definitely show you what I'm capable of!
Shugo: ...Heh, you idiot who squandered a winning hand, no need to say anything.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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