American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Come, little brother, let sister love you... Pfft!"

A thick, thorny whip pierced through his mouth. Kibutsuji Muzan didn't give him a chance to speak, aiming for a fatal blow.

[Emotional value from Vampire Jack +166]

[Emotional value from Vampire Tom +177]

[Emotional value from Vampire James +169]

[......]

The surrounding vampires erupted in chaos, hardly believing their eyes.

"What is that? A monster?"

"How can a human possess such power?"

"What's there to fear? He's just one person, and there are hundreds of us!"

"It's just an arm! Quickly pull out your guns and let's get him!"

"......"

"Noisy."

With a cold face, Kibutsuji Muzan's right hand suddenly transformed into a grotesque giant arm, swallowing the guy who was shouting about pulling out a gun in one bite.

His body was like a precise processing plant, absorbing all the blood and flesh of the vampire, turning it into his own nourishment.

"This, is this not good enough either?"

The flaw in his body had not been improved. He revealed a hint of disappointment, indifferently raised his right hand, and then slowly scanned the crowd as if looking at uninteresting trash, saying in a cold voice.

"In that case, there is no need for you to exist anymore!"

Bang—!!

......

20 minutes later.

With a screech, a black car stopped in front of the bar.

Two black-suited men jumped out and, ignoring the security guard who died at the entrance, went straight into the bar.

"Hiss......"

As soon as they entered the bar, their expressions drastically changed, almost fainting from the thick, bloody smell.

This was not a bar at all, but a slaughterhouse of hell!

Blood and minced meat, severed limbs and broken bodies, the walls, the ground, the ceiling, all covered in blood, all stained with flesh.

The floor of the hall was unrecognisable, only a thick layer of crimson adhered to it.

Standing in front of a stripped corpse, Kibutsuji Muzan carefully dissected the vampire's body.

Silver knives, oak wood, and garlic were scattered on the ground beside him, which he had specifically brought before coming.

"Such lowly creatures, actually restrained by so many existences......"

Taking out a small ultraviolet light bulb, Kibutsuji Muzan tried to hold it in his palm. As the bulb emitted a high concentration of ultraviolet rays, he hissed and quickly threw it away.

"Damn it, how could I be hurt by such a ridiculous weapon?!"

His palm was pitch black, and a piercing pain kept coming, even the self-healing seemed to be affected and slowed down.

It would be false to say he wasn't shocked. He had always thought he was only afraid of sunlight and Nichirin blades, but now it seemed he had to add another name to his list of weaknesses.

Ultraviolet light!

"L-Lord Muzan, we've come to pick you up."

A strong man in black came up behind him, cautiously swallowing his saliva, and said nervously.

The closer he got to Kibutsuji Muzan, the stronger the bloody smell in the air.

Not only that, this man, who claimed to be the progenitor of demons, had already killed three of his colleagues in a row, all because of trivial matters, which made him have to be afraid.

"Too slow!"

Kibutsuji Muzan turned around coldly, waved his injured palm with a look of annoyance, and stared at him with a murderous gaze.

"Are Albert Wesker's subordinates all like this? Can't even do the bare minimum of being on time?"

Like a frog being stared at by a snake, the man's body was so frightened that he couldn't even move, and he could only explain desperately while breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Lord Muzan, Lord Muzan, I'm really sorry!

Our car was on the road, and was stopped by a police officer and someone wearing a pink skirt......"

Pfft—

Enough, meeting one pink skirt tonight is enough!

With a gloomy face, Kibutsuji Muzan simply waved his hand and plucked his head off.

The blood that splattered high splashed on the other person, but he didn't dare to move, as if moving even once would be his death.

Kibutsuji Muzan was not in a good mood at this time. He was not the magnanimous type, so he raised his arm, transformed it into a huge mouth, and was about to swallow the other person.

But he immediately stopped in the next second, because in that person's pocket, another person's voice suddenly sounded.

That voice was cold and gloomy, not inferior to his at all.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, my people are responsible for covering you, not for providing you with food.

If you can't even control the most basic appetite, then I don't mind changing a cooperation partner!"

"Albert Wesker!"

Slowly retracting his hideous arm, Kibutsuji Muzan's expression changed, revealing a hypocritical smile.

"As the 7th Ring of the Ten Rings Gang, we are both official members of the Ten Rings Gang.

The cooperation between you and me is not a superior-subordinate relationship, but an equal one.

Therefore, correct your attitude properly, pay attention to your tone of voice, and put away your arrogant posture, otherwise, I don't mind seeing the power of your Progenitor Virus!"

"Hmph... A guy who can't even deal with an ultraviolet light, what a pity!"

Wesker's counterattack was uncompromising. A guy who used to be mighty in ancient times, coming to modern times, is not even worth a fart!

Joining the Ten Rings Gang is lucky for him, otherwise, this kind of stuff would have been caught by Wesker as an experimental animal long ago.

"Wesker—!!!"

Crack.

Crushing the phone, Wesker snorted coldly and summoned the artificial intelligence [Red Queen].

"Red Queen, locate Muzan's position for me and get rid of the surveillance footage along the street. I don't want to see news of him being wanted the next day. This will bring us unnecessary trouble!"

"Yes, Lord Wesker."

The artificial intelligence named Red Queen transformed into the appearance of a little girl in red, projecting behind him.

As the Umbrella Corporation's top artificial intelligence, she quickly replaced the surveillance footage along the street consciously.

"Lord Wesker, you have a new message."

"Speak."

"Dr. Connors, whom you asked me to pay attention to, has officially been kicked out of Osborn Industries.

Lord Wesker, do we need to recruit Dr. Connors now?"

With his hands behind his back, Wesker slowly turned around and said in a faint voice.

"No, wait a little longer. His limb regeneration project does have some meaning, but before the experiment has obvious results, just keep an eye on him.

What is Osborn's reply to the cooperation plan we sent to Osborn?"

Red Queen shook her head, acting quite realistically.

"I'm sorry, Lord Wesker.

Mr. Norman Osborn rejected your request.

He said that unless you can hand over a sample of the Progenitor Virus to him, he will not cooperate with a small company of unknown origin."

"Heh heh ~ A small company of unknown origin?"

Laughing disdainfully, Wesker curled his lips.

That old fox, Norman Osborn, must have noticed that we were secretly acquiring Osborn's stock shares, so he became vigilant.

But so what?

Just wait and see... We have time.

"Red Queen, go to Hive Base 3."

"Yes."

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Muzan Kibutsuji's B-level rating mainly lies in his ability to create dependents and his immortality.

This is something that even Emperor Shitian cannot match, as they belong to different fields after all.

I carefully looked at the original work, and Muzan is indeed afraid of sunlight. Considering the era he is in, it is indeed a bit difficult to get by in a place like Marvel where black technology is everywhere.

Being afraid of high concentrations of ultraviolet light is almost inevitable.

But I will not create a useless character to be one of the official members of the Ten Rings Gang......