"Ah!!!"
Muzan Kibutsuji let out a piercing scream.
Dark purple divine power, with a flick of Ker's finger, landed on him.
Instantly.
His body seemed to boil like water.
Drop by drop, a dark red substance, resembling blood yet distinctly different, began to spread.
Finally.
It coalesced into a blood-drop-shaped, infant-fist-sized dark red crystal.
And…
Muzan Kibutsuji's body, soul, will, concept, and origin.
All were utterly erased.
Completely obliterated.
As if.
He'd been wiped from the world entirely.
Ker lifted a cluster of world energy with her divine power—the world energy Muzan had carried.
One could only say.
Muzan Kibutsuji wasn't the brightest.
With a bit of cunning.
Had he controlled a nation's leaders to search for the Blue Spider Lily, he'd likely have found it long ago.
In a way.
Muzan Kibutsuji was the true protagonist.
"Ker."
Akame and Kurome appeared behind her.
Ker nodded, asking, "Akame, Kurome, have you collected the Twelve Kizuki's world energy?"
Kurome raised her hand, handing over twelve clusters of world energy to Ker.
Ker stored the total of thirteen clusters.
Akame curiously eyed the dark red, blood-drop-shaped gem floating in the air.
Ker explained, "This is the ghost origin extracted from Muzan Kibutsuji. I haven't analyzed it yet, but we'll take it back to His Majesty."
"Let's go."
"Alright."
Ker, with Akame and Kurome, departed.
Elsewhere.
"Sister…"
"Sister?"
Shinobu Kocho covered her mouth, struggling not to cry, but tears welled uncontrollably.
She opened her mouth, at a loss for words.
Just moments ago.
She'd been fighting a ghost, which suddenly screamed and vanished.
The scene.
Left Shinobu stunned, unsure what had happened.
"It seems."
Alistair said with interest, "Muzan's been dealt with by Ker. All ghosts created from his blood have vanished too."
"This…"
Shinobu's eyes widened, instinctively turning to her sister, Kanae Kocho.
Kanae gently rubbed her sister's head, her voice soft. "Shinobu, you've worked so hard."
"Not hard."
"Not hard."
Shinobu didn't care to know more.
To her, her sister's safety was enough.
Tears streamed uncontrollably, a flood of emotion.
She didn't care if it was real or fake, even if it was her final moment.
It didn't matter.
As long as her sister was here, even a dream was enough.
Alistair glanced over, choosing not to intrude, and stepped aside, gazing into the distance, murmuring, "Clusters of world energy are being collected. Efficiency's high."
"Elsewhere."
"Pandora's leading the Specters and undead skeleton army, beginning the assault."
"Well."
"That's simple enough."
Alistair wasn't too concerned about Pandora's progress.
Mainly.
It was too easy.
Come on!
Pandora, with Specters and countless undead skeletons, was a dimensional strike in this world.
Like advanced invaders crushing primitives—what was there to worry about?
Unless…
A primitive suddenly ascended to godhood?
No!
Even ascension wouldn't suffice!
Alistair shook his head, casting aside his wild thoughts.
Then.
Chelsea and Mine returned.
"Your Majesty!"
Chelsea and Mine bowed respectfully.
Chelsea raised her hand. "Your Majesty, all world energy is collected. No one noticed, and nothing's changed."
"Hm!"
Alistair nodded, taking the world energy from Chelsea.
Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Kanao Tsuyuri, Genya Shinazugawa.
These six protagonists carried six clusters of world energy.
The Ubuyashiki family, core of the Demon Slayer Corps, held one cluster.
Tomioka Giyu, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima.
These nine Pillars each held a cluster of world energy.
"Speaking of."
"This world's world energy is plentiful."
"Just the Demon Slayer Corps and key protagonists."
"That's sixteen clusters already."
"Beyond that…"
Alistair toyed with the sixteen clusters, transforming them into familiar anchor nails.
At that moment.
Ker, Akame, and Kurome returned, signaling the final world energy was secured.
Demon Slayer Corps.
Protagonist group.
Ghosts.
Three categories, totaling twenty-nine clusters of world energy.
"Twenty-nine anchor nails. This world's dragging will be even simpler."
"After all."
"The more anchor nails, the faster the drag."
Alistair watched the nails dance within a fixed range in his palm, tucking them away with a smile.
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