The Boys: Ultimate Multiversal Lifeform

The last remaining fragment of Muzan Kibutsuji's body gradually lost all activity under the extreme heat and poison.

It withered like a slowly dying flower of flesh and blood, finally turning into fine black dust that scattered across the ground in tiny drifting points. It seemed to mark the end of the demon who had brought a thousand years of fear to the world.

At the same time, the Hashira who had rushed over after hearing the explosion witnessed the entire scene with their own eyes.

Clear moonlight fell gently across their faces. They loosened their grips on their sword hilts without realizing it. Complex emotions filled their eyes—relief, release, and shock. But those feelings quickly faded along with Muzan's death.

In the end they looked at one another and smiled, as if the heavy burden in their hearts was finally dissolving.

"When we get back I'll treat everyone to sakura mochi. We can compete to see who eats the most," Mitsuri said with a bright smile, the corners of her eyes curving like crescents.

"No problem. I'm not going to hold back for you."

Kyojuro Rengoku placed a hand on his stomach, his voice especially cheerful.

Elsewhere.

The retreating Kokushibo and Akaza quickly separated, then collided with each other again. This was the first time the two of them had ever fought—and it was also the last.

During the battle their bodies gradually cracked and shattered like porcelain. On the brink of death, Akaza recalled the past. He lowered his head and looked at his own hands, murmuring softly, "Koyuki… all these years, it seems I've done so many wrong things. Will you forgive me…? I really want… I really want to watch the fireworks with you again."

He looked up at the sky. In those deep blue eyes that resembled the night, a grand display of fireworks seemed to truly be blooming…

...

Two years later,

The Demon Slayer Corps still had not been abolished by the shogunate. Its presence had simply become much quieter.

In the courtyard of the Master's estate.

Obanai Iguro was persistently giving socks to Mitsuri. Even Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was training his younger brother nearby, couldn't stand watching it anymore. "If you like her, just say it openly. What's with all this sneaky sock-giving? You're embarrassing the rest of us Hashira."

"Iguro-san, do you like me?"

Looking at the beautiful, carefree girl in front of him, Obanai's face instantly turned bright red. He felt like his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

Obanai had been born on Hachijo Island. The Iguro family had once prospered by worshipping a snake demon.

Even though that snake demon was eventually killed by Kyojuro's father, Obanai still could not forgive himself for being born into a filthy, bloodstained family of scum. In his eyes, the blood in his body was dirty.

The scars at the corners of his mouth, left by the snake demon's twisted amusement and the family's own hands, were a symbol of sin.

Because of that, Obanai Iguro, who believed he carried a deep and heavy sin, was actually filled with profound inferiority. He wanted to get closer to Mitsuri, yet he was terrified that his filthy body would stain the beautiful girl before him.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." Mitsuri smiled and covered Obanai's hand with her own.

That softness… that warmth!

Obanai's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

"Don't worry, he's just too excited. Honestly, ever since the demons disappeared I've felt lazy all over." Sanemi clicked his tongue and patted Genya Shinazugawa, who was holding a horse stance. "Focus, you little brat. Your fundamentals are trash. Good thing Muzan got taken out. Someone like you would've been dead two years ago."

At present, Tengen Uzui was living with his wives on the most prosperous street in Tokyo Prefecture. With money and beautiful women around him, his life could not have been more comfortable.

Gyomei Himejima had opened an orphanage and now served as its director.

As for Giyu Tomioka and Shinobu Kocho, one had moved to the foot of Mount Sagiri, while the other had opened a clinic with Lady Tamayo.

It was worth mentioning that on the day after Muzan's death, the hillside where Yoriichi Tsugikuni and his wife were buried bloomed with blue spider lilies covering the entire mountain.

Through Tamayo's research, she, Yushiro, and Mukago had all overcome the harm caused by sunlight.

Even during the day, they could walk around normally.

At that moment, somewhere on a mountain peak, Ivan Greevs walked across soil mixed with dead leaves, heading toward the summit. Fusing Perfect Mimicry had taken him two months. Self-Division took four months. Flesh Recovery took the longest—exactly one year to reach 100%. Besides Muzan's abilities, he had also used the remaining time to fuse Stormfront's thunderstorm weather ability.

Currently, supersonic flight was still in the process of fusing.

[Flight Talent Fusion in Progress. Current Progress: 20%]

Before long, Ivan stopped walking. The open space in front of him was the exact spot where he had first arrived in this world.

"Ivan Onii sama! Ivan Oniisama!" Tanjiro Kamado, holding Nezuko's hand as they ran, waved and called out to him. Because Muzan had been killed two years ago, the Hand Demon who had been trapped at the Final Selection site died along with him. As a result, Tanjiro never went through the Final Selection, yet still became an official member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

By chance, he had also met Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, and the others. The group got along quite well.

"Did you need something?" Ivan turned to look at Tanjiro and asked in mild surprise.

After two years of training, Tanjiro was no longer the same boy who would be out of breath after running a short distance. He firmly held Nezuko's hand, his eyes slightly red. "Are you leaving, Oniisama...?"

"How could you tell? Was I that obvious?" Ivan smiled. Although he felt some attachment to this world, he understood that this was far from his final destination. Even after fusing Muzan's abilities, he still hadn't achieved true immortality. There were stronger abilities waiting for him to fuse.

He had never forgotten his goal.

"I.. ehm.. this.. this is a bento Nezuko and I prepared for you. Eat it on the road." Tanjiro took a bamboo lunch box from the basket on his back. He didn't ask where Ivan was going, nor when he would return. He simply looked at him quietly until Ivan accepted the bento.

"Thank you. Make sure to live good lives, ok?"

"H-Hai!"

As the sun set in the west, Ivan sat on a large boulder at the mountain peak.

He placed the empty bamboo box to the side, then looked at the stretched orange-red clouds on the horizon and smiled faintly.

His figure dissolved into countless points of light and scattered with the wind. The only proof that he had ever been there was the bamboo box left on the boulder.

...

Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt!!

In a quiet, empty room, a phone on the desk vibrated nonstop.

Suddenly a large hand picked it up and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, this is Ivan. What do you need?" Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.

On the other end of the line, the person nearly cried from excitement the moment they heard his voice. "My God, it's so good to hear your voice. Mr. Greeves, if you hadn't shown up soon I was going to go crazy. You have no idea what happened during the days you were gone."

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