Zongman: Evolution Paradise Chapter 058

The Spider Mother’s impressive stats panel, optimized by Muzan Kibutsuji’s blood, played a huge role.

In the workshop’s description, it directly became a demon king bloodline, the foundation of all her abilities.

She not only lost her weaknesses but also gained immortal vitality, a powerful physique, versatile spider silk, and even the potential to continue growing stronger.

Looking at her stats, Xu Lun’s current panel might not even be able to defeat her.

Xu Lun admitted he was a bit jealous.

While the bloodline effect was good, Xu Lun didn’t plan on changing his race.

He hadn’t forgotten his identity as a “curly-haired baboon,” personally certified by Darwin. If he used it and his identity wasn’t recognized by the workshop, that would truly be the end of him.

Without a bloodline, he could always pursue special physiques in the future, like the Desolate Ancient Saint Body or something similar.

But if the workshop was gone, it would truly be gone.

Xu Lun wasn’t going to take such an unnecessary risk.

The Spider Mother, reborn through the workshop, wasn’t just a transformation of power; most importantly, she gained aptitude!

Previously, Xu Lun had confirmed that none of the spider family possessed aptitude. Yet, after being modified by the workshop, the Spider Mother actually gained aptitude.

This suggested that Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa might also have gained their aptitude through the workshop, rather than being born with it. Before they entered the workshop, Xu Lun was still a provisional player and wasn’t even aware of the existence of aptitude.

With such occurrences, Xu Lun increasingly suspected some connection between Darwin’s Workshop and the Evolution Paradise.

Looking at the sleeping Spider Mother in his hand, Xu Lun recalled the workshop’s core book.

“Perhaps I really can become a creator,” Xu Lun murmured to himself.

In that book, Darwin had told Xu Lun to continue researching evolution.

But at the time, Xu Lun hadn’t taken it to heart.

However, now it seemed that becoming a creator might be the best way to utilize the workshop.

Since creations possessed aptitude, they could be allowed to grow freely. When their strength reached a bottleneck, stronger materials could be added through the workshop, and the entire process wouldn’t consume Xu Lun’s limited Paradise Coins.

These powerful creations, in turn, would promote Xu Lun’s growth, becoming his protectors and followers.

Then, with a wave of his hand, exotic beasts would follow, ten thousand demons would march, and the Five Domains and Two Heavens would all be his slaughterhouse!

Conquering the Paradise, who could stand against him?

A mere Black Organization could be annihilated with a flick of his wrist.

Most importantly, by then, he could slack off. Being a mastermind behind the scenes was always calmer and safer than standing at the forefront.

As for where all that energy would come from?

Energy, that kind of thing, could always be obtained by killing.

The materials for cultivating creations would naturally be acquired when obtaining energy.

Xu Lun felt a bit emotional: “There’s absolutely no cost…”

Originally, Xu Lun had only intended to create a demon unafraid of sunlight. After all, the most important thing for killing Muzan Kibutsuji wasn’t power, but bait to lure him out.

He was the Scum Boss, after all. Muzan Kibutsuji was like a fish that had been pulled out of the water; any rustle would make him flee immediately. If he hid and didn’t come out, who could find him?

Only the Blue Spider Lily and a demon unafraid of sunlight could make him surface.

Originally, Nezuko would have been that bait.

Unfortunately, the changes in this world were so great that Xu Lun wasn’t sure if she had become a demon, so he could only manually create a bait.

“I don’t know what you were originally called, but from now on, your name will be Jorōgumo.”

“My first creation…”

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Mount Momoyama

This was once where the former Thunder Hashira, Jigoro Kuwajima, taught the Thunder Breathing, but unfortunately, it had now become a demon’s territory.

Kaigaku listlessly ate the villagers’ offerings. Since becoming a demon, this had become almost his only pastime.

However, this pastime had recently made him increasingly irritable. It wasn’t that he suddenly had a change of heart, but rather that he could barely feel himself growing stronger anymore.

When he first became a demon, every bite of flesh gave him the feeling of growing stronger, but now, he hadn’t experienced that feeling of becoming powerful in a long time.

Kaigaku had also asked other demons, and the answer he received was that his aptitude as a demon had reached its limit.

Yet, he had only been a demon for a mere year. Compared to his peers in the Twelve Kizuki who had lived for decades or hundreds of years, he was still just a child.

As a human, he had been unable to learn the complete Thunder Breathing due to insufficient aptitude. As a result, after betraying the Demon Slayer Corps, he didn’t even have the aptitude to be a demon.

“Then what was the point of becoming a demon?”

After Kaigaku killed the demon who told him he had no aptitude, he unexpectedly discovered that the Demon King’s blood from other demons could also integrate into his own body.

This was much faster than eating humans.

The taste of power truly made him ecstatic.

Unfortunately, the Demon King didn’t value him much. In response to his主动投诚 (proactive surrender), he was only given the position of Lower Rank Three.

Kaigaku didn’t dare to resent the Demon King because the Demon King could see the thoughts of demons. He had personally witnessed the Demon King casually executing several Lower Rank demons.

The position of Lower Rank Three had become vacant in this manner, leading to Kaigaku’s ascension.

While he didn’t dare to harbor other thoughts about the Demon King, Kaigaku had no such reservations about his colleagues.

“Why do we need so many demons? Just give me all the blood!”

Kaigaku thought greedily.

Just then, he received a notice for a meeting of the Twelve Kizuki.

Filled with questions, when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the Infinity Castle.

Dim yellow light, various Japanese buildings stacked layer upon layer, making it impossible to discern up, down, left, or right.

This was a special space created by the Lower Rank Six, Nakime. Without her permission, no one could enter.

If Kaigaku was a dispensable cleaner who had jumped ship, then Nakime was Muzan Kibutsuji’s personal secretary.

What on earth had happened? The last time they met was to allocate territories.

Kaigaku didn’t dare to ask too many questions because Nakime summoned the Twelve Kizuki according to their rank.

Everyone present ranked higher than him.

“Ugly woman, why did you summon us?”

Kaigaku looked over. The speaker was Daki, currently Lower Rank One.

She was originally Upper Rank Six, but her rank was pushed down by Nakime, and she was very much at odds with her.

Moreover, she inherently disliked ugly people and demons.

Nakime’s appearance couldn’t be considered ugly, but it was certainly to the point of being utterly unappealing.

The reason Kaigaku knew so much was because he, too, had been called an ugly demon by Daki.

Nakime simply strummed her biwa, her black hair completely obscuring her face, showing no intention of responding to Daki, which only enraged Daki further.

Ignoring that side, Kaigaku looked at Kokushibo, who stood at the highest point.

The current Upper Rank One, the Vice-Monarch of the Demon Nation.

He stood there calmly, a sword covered in eyes at his waist. Without any movement, he was already the most profound and terrifying presence.

Kaigaku had heard that Kokushibo was once a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, but he didn’t know that he was also the older brother of Yoriichi Tsugikuni and had a cooperative relationship with Muzan Kibutsuji, not merely a subordinate one.

Kokushibo was Upper Rank One, while he was merely Lower Rank Three.

This immense disparity made Kaigaku’s breathing quicken. Looking at Kokushibo’s figure, Kaigaku couldn’t help but imagine himself in his place.

“We were both Demon Slayer swordsmen, and we both mastered breathing techniques. As long as I can get enough blood, I can reach that level too…”

The next moment, Kaigaku’s head flew high into the air, landing on the ground, staring in disbelief at his suddenly separated body.

Kokushibo put away his Kokushibo, and calmly said, “If you’re not satisfied, you can challenge me to a Blood Battle for a position once you become an Upper Rank.”

Kaigaku didn’t dare to reply, a fawning smile plastered on his face. He controlled his body, picked up his head, and placed it back on his neck, expending power to reconnect his flesh.

A Blood Battle for a position was how demons exchanged ranks, but regardless of life or death during the process, Kaigaku would never dare to harbor such thoughts towards Kokushibo.

Just then, the melody of the biwa began to change, and with it came the Demon King!

Muzan Kibutsuji!