Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 122 Adam's Rib

Hiiragi looked left and right.

The scene seemed strangely familiar.

Ah, isn't this the scene where Kibutsuji Muzan taught those thugs a lesson when he first appeared?

It just has a doma.

Douma had cleverly fallen into a coma, clearly demonstrating the phrase "outwardly strong but inwardly weak."

Doma, lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious: No demon knows acting better than me!

These two are not thugs at all.

He was dressed very well, and he wasn't drunk.

And besides Muzan changing from Mr. Tsukihiko to Mrs. Yuko.

Upon further reflection, recalling the previous report, Shugo immediately thought of many classic scenes.

The innocent-looking female lead is targeted and forcibly taken by a spoiled young man at a bar...

The female protagonist in a campus romance novel is cornered at the alley entrance by thugs...

But if the protagonist were replaced by Muzan, the innocent Muzan would devour the spoiled brats without even chewing them up. The female protagonist of the campus novel, Muzan, would kill all the thugs, leaving severed limbs scattered all over the alleyway.

Shugo's lips twitched at his own distorted association, but he also understood Muzan's intention.

A sigh echoed in the quiet alley.

Just as Mr. Shimazu was about to make some villainous remarks, he and his servants were swallowed up by a pitch-black void in the next second, leaving not a trace in the world.

Space-based Blood Demon Art is truly an essential tool for murder and silencing witnesses!

Shugo had no interest in listening to those two humans, especially since they were the same people who had once tried to take advantage of Muzan.

The performance has progressed to this point where they are no longer needed; it's time for the extras to leave the stage.

"Yuko, are you alright?"

Shugo also went along with the act, but his expression was very out of character; he wasn't worried, but rather indulgent.

Muzan snorted and walked outside, completely ignoring Shugo, perfectly portraying a capricious wife who was angry with her husband.

Shugo stepped forward and pulled Muzan into his arms, whispering in his ear, his cold breath hitting Muzan's ear.

"Do not be angry."

"I made a gift for you to help you calm down."

Hiiragi gently coaxed his tantrum-throwing cat.

Muzan felt a tightness in his chest. Who exactly do you want to give it to? Are you looking at the guy I'm thinking of?

Muzan became even angrier, broke free from Shugo's hand, and angrily tried to leave.

"Boom~"

Shugo stopped Muzan and forcefully pinned him against the wall, a rare occurrence for him.

Muzan leaned against the wall, his head resting on Shugo's hand, his lips cold and a faint pain spreading through him.

Ghosts are incredibly sensitive to the smell of blood.

Lying on the ground, Doma was confused: Can you bleed when you're in love?

Doma, who was pretending to be unconscious, twitched his eyelashes, quietly opened his eyes, revealing a slit, and secretly spied on his bosses' love stories.

Shugo bit his lip until it bled, licking the sweet blood from his lips. His pale purple tongue darted out from his pale lips, exuding a strange eroticism. The bloodstains spread, and his right hand, which was wrapped around Muzan's waist, tightened its grip.

After licking the bloodstains clean, Shugo couldn't help but rub his cheek against Muzan's, which was even softer than a baby's.

"You are unique."

In his previous life, Shugo was a master of virtual cat ownership, and the number of cats he owned could be described as a harem. Only Muzan was the cat he kept by his side, and even with so many troubles in the future, Shugo never abandoned him.

Shugo knew that Muzan must have noticed his original thoughts.

"When I look at you, I'm just reminiscing about the past."

That was his former life—a decadent life of eating takeout, drinking soda, and watching anime.

Hiiragi felt melancholy in his heart.

It's alright. So many years have passed. If he can survive another hundred years, he'll be able to return to the life he knows.

Muzan raised an eyebrow, reminiscing about the past?

For Muzan, there was nothing to reminisce about in his sickly past, so he never looked back.

Does Shuuga miss his old life?

Could it be that he's misunderstood?

Muzan fell into deep thought.

"Where's the gift?" Muzan asked.

Shugo chuckled sheepishly, "I was still working on it before I came."

"Give me a few days, and I'll definitely prepare a good gift for you." Shuugo lowered his head and kissed Muzan's cheek again.

Muzan snorted, which was his response: this matter ends here.

He'll wait and see; if he's not satisfied with the gift, well...

Seeing Muzan's expression, Shugo guessed his plan: ...

This is going to be difficult.

Shugo looked at the table full of cut rubies, each one beautiful in its own way.

What material should you choose for a ring?

Platinum?

gold?

Or alloy

This is the most common choice, but it lacks a bit of originality.

Shugo looked at the gold and silver materials in front of him with a puzzled expression, wanting to try something new.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared beside Shugo's head.

Inspiration Get!

Shugo has a great new idea.

*

The next day, Shugo came to Muzan as if he were holding a precious treasure.

Muzan sat down on the soft sofa, closing his eyes to rest like a lazy cat.

Upon seeing Shugo arrive, Muzan opened his eyes and gave Shugo a critical look at the red velvet gift box that was standing in front of him.

Is it a ring, necklace, or something like that?

Muzan already had a lot of jewelry; ordinary jewelry was not enough to impress him.

Upon opening the box, a ruby ​​ring stood out prominently inside. The exceptionally clear pigeon blood ruby ​​still shone brilliantly under the dim light. (PS: Pigeon blood ruby ​​describes a ruby ​​with a slightly purplish or pinkish hue and a soft, shimmering red fluorescence.)

Shugo searched for a long time before finding a ruby ​​that was so similar in color to Muzan's eyes.

Muzan's eye color is not completely blood red; there is a pink ring around the edge of his pupils, which is particularly difficult to spot.

Fortunately, in order to collect the Super Aja Red Stone, Shugo had indeed collected quite a few red gems over the years, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find such a suitable one.

"Ok?"

Muzan took out the ring with a puzzled look, touched the band, and asked in surprise, "Is this bone?"

This was the first time he had ever seen a ring made from bone.

Could these bones be...?

Muzan didn't believe that Shuugo would take someone's bones to make a ring for him.

Shugo naturally squeezed into the narrow single sofa, pressing close to his lover's body, and said in a tender and gentle voice, "Do you like my ribs?"

Legend has it that Eve was created from one of Adam's ribs; this is a Western myth.

Muzan, who was well-read, certainly knew this.

Muzan stared blankly at the ring.

“My ribs are a nice color, they won’t be too bad for this pigeon blood ruby.” Seeing that Muzan didn’t react, Shugo said in a slightly boastful tone.

The ribs were not the pale white of a long-dead corpse, but a crystal-clear, jade-like white.

It doesn't look like bone; it looks more like some kind of jade.

"Try wearing it," Shugo said with great anticipation, hoping that his creation could be worn by the person he wanted to see.

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.

The main story will probably end around chapter 150? Yeah, probably.