Demon Slayer: Lady Tamayo, I’m Really Not Your Son

Early Saturday morning.

After a smooth all-night gaming session, Duanmu Cheng stretched with a blissful sigh, got up, and walked toward the big bed with his phone in hand.

Who knows how much time passed.

Duanmu Cheng felt something cold against his face. He sat up and reached for his phone, only to touch a patch of dry weeds.

“Where the hell am I...”

“Or... was I sleepwalking?!”

Duanmu Cheng got to his feet and looked around, only then realizing he was still wearing rags and had turned into a child.

“Did staying up late make me transmigrate...”

Duanmu Cheng tugged at the scraps of cloth on his body, feeling utterly speechless.

So I transmigrated, but why did I get the de-aging package too?!

And... I’d better have a golden finger, right?

Just then!

From the distant woods, a figure covered in blood and reeking of it staggered toward him, taking an uneven step with every stride.

“Saburo... Yu... I’m sorry. It was all my fault...”

“I shouldn’t have trusted that man. And I shouldn’t have been so desperate to stay alive...”

Remembering the despair she’d felt not long ago, Tamayo felt as if she had fallen into an abyss!

She had actually killed her own husband and son by mistake!

She was unworthy of being human...

“Muzan! This is all because of you. You deceived me. I will kill you...”

Thinking of the source of it all, Tamayo’s eyes flashed with hatred that cut to the bone.

Suddenly, a small figure appeared in her line of sight.

“I’m not dreaming, am I? Is that Yu...”

“Ta... Tamayo?”

“This is the Demon Slayer world...”

Duanmu Cheng stared at the woman nearby, her face pale and her clothes disheveled, yet looking at him with delight. His heart gave a sudden jolt.