Chapter 69: Flexible Moral Bottom Line
[TL/N: Read my new work - Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!]
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Nanashi glanced back.
"Lemuel, are you alright?"
Lemuel, realizing she had been protected, lowered her arms. She moved her body a bit, then flashed her usual bright smile and gave a thumbs-up.
"No problem at all."
Nanashi nodded.
"Good. Now, it's finally time to deal with you, scumbag."
Muzan gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Nanashi.
"What the hell are you?!"
Before Nanashi could answer, an icy voice interrupted—
"Can I finally fight at full power?"
From a distance, Esdeath's frustration was clear in her tone.
For her, fighting on equal footing with a weakling was humiliating.
Nanashi shrugged.
"Yeah, you can go all out now."
A cruel smirk curled on Esdeath's lips.
"Excellent. Prepare to die in ice."
Instantly, the suppressed cold within her burst forth, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave.
In the blink of an eye—
Hundreds of demons froze solid, their bodies turned into lifeless ice sculptures.
"Whoa! So fancy!"
Uzui Tengen's eyes gleamed in admiration.
At this moment, Esdeath was a god of destruction.
Meanwhile—
"Tch… that woman."
Shinazugawa Sanemi shuddered involuntarily.
The "training" Esdeath had subjected him to left a deep fear embedded in his bones.
But that didn't stop him from launching an attack on Gyokko.
"Third Form: Clear Sky Wind Tree!"
Damn demon!
If I can't beat her, then at least I can beat you!
Gyokko: Why am I suddenly getting targeted?!
Nanashi glanced at Esdeath.
The Ice Queen was furious.
As for Kokushibo?
There was no hope for him. He was as good as dead.
"Damn you! I am the Demon King! I command you to release me!"
Muzan roared in frustration, but it was clear—his anger masked his fear.
"You can't kill me! My body will regenerate endlessly! I am immortal!"
A cheerful voice suddenly interrupted.
"Nanashi, do you need this goddess's help?"
Aqua floated over excitedly, a smug look on her face.
Hehehe!
She imagined it already—Nanashi begging for her help.
The guy who always clashed with her every day, forced to plead before the great Aqua!
Just thinking about it made her giddy with joy.
This idiot goddess…
Nanashi's eyes twitched seeing her expression.
Was she actually dreaming of making him beg?
If it weren't illegal to hit the mentally ill patient, he would've given her a reality check.
His gaze shifted toward Aqua.
She immediately flinched.
"!!! W-What are you looking at?!"
For some reason, she instinctively covered her skirt in embarrassment.
"…"
Nanashi was speechless.
Why did she react like that?!
Still, now that he thought about it…
Aqua actually had a decent figure.
Her goddess-like looks weren't bad at all.
Hmm… maybe—
Ahem.
Let's lower the moral bottom line just a little.
From now on, only doing something worse than Sun Wukong will be illegal.
Yes. Flexible morals.
But begging Aqua for help? Not happening.
With a simple wave of his hand, Nanashi lifted Muzan into the air using the wind.
Suspended high above, in full view of everyone—
At that moment, the entire battlefield turned their attention to Muzan Kibutsuji.
"Muzan-sama!"
A lesser demon cried out in panic—
And the next second—
Boom!
Its head exploded.
Gasps of horror rippled through the remaining demons.
Everyone froze in place.
Don't they know the rule?
You never speak Muzan's name out loud.
But that wasn't the real concern anymore.
They quickly noticed something strange.
Muzan looked… different.
His body trembled violently, his expression twisted in agony.
What was happening to him?!
The demons stopped fighting.
Even the Demon Slayer Corps paused.
Every single person on the battlefield had the same realization—
What happens next… will determine the outcome of this war.
"Bang!"
A shattered ice sculpture collapsed onto the ground.
The fragmented remains of Kokushibo lay scattered across the battlefield.
Esdeath stretched her arms, feeling completely refreshed.
A satisfied smile graced her lips as she watched the unfolding scene with interest.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Muzan's voice wavered between desperation and fury.
"You don't understand! You can't kill me! Let me go, and I will grant you eternal life!"
Seeing that threats were useless, he resorted to bribery.
He was panicking now.
He tried to split his body apart to escape—but it was futile.
It was as if he were trapped inside an invisible membrane, an unbreakable barrier of pressure that kept squeezing him tighter and tighter, preventing him from dividing.
Nanashi's voice rang out, calm and almost amused.
"What do you think would happen if we gathered all the winds in this area together?"
His words confused everyone.
The wind? Gathered together?
What does that even mean?
The question lingered in their minds for barely a second—
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A sudden, deafening roar filled the air.
"Is the wind... picking up?"
Someone murmured as they instinctively looked up.
Then they saw it—
The wind, like an ethereal ribbon, began to converge from all directions—toward Muzan.
Muzan squirmed as he felt the unnatural phenomenon taking shape.
"Wind?! What are you doing?!"
Pure, unfiltered terror gripped him.
Nanashi ignored his panic and continued speaking, his voice steady and cold.
"When all the surrounding air converges and compresses at an extremely high rate…
"The atoms in the air are forced to decompose into positive ions and electrons, forming what is known as plasma."
As his words fell—
Everything he described began to manifest before their eyes.
The gathered wind tightened, compacting with unimaginable force onto Muzan's writhing body.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHH!"
Muzan screamed in agony as his flesh contorted, compressed, and tore apart—yet the barrier prevented any escape.
The sky above howled with raging winds.
A glowing blue sphere of light began to take shape, pulsating with raw, destructive energy.
At that moment—
Everyone felt it.
The heat.
It was sweltering, searing hot enough to make the air itself visibly distort and ripple.
Meanwhile, in the Chat Group…
Half-Elf: "W-What exactly is plasma?"
Tushan Honghong: "I have no idea."
March 7th: "Uh… I just asked Uncle Yang, and he said plasma temperatures can exceed that of the sun's surface, reaching tens of thousands of degrees Celsius!"
Half-Elf: "!!! THAT HOT?!"
Sword Master: "You mean to tell me… this man just created something hotter than the sun?!"
Suzuki: "As expected of you, Boss! I salute you! I knew there was more to you than just some space battles!"
Nami: "Hehe, of course! Nanashi's power is on another level."
Saeko: "…"
Saeko's eyes narrowed.
"We need to move faster."