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Well, since other anon started translating stuff, I can't just sit around doing nothing. So, here's some Muzan. It's roughly part from 1:32:35 to 1:35:10. I might do the rest of his monologue later. Hopefully.
Eh, also, as always, barely edited, etc. You've been warned.

It seems to be misunderstood a lot, but I do not like the war. Nor do I kill more than needed.
There was just a whole bunch of those whom I just couldn't stomach. So, I was somehow busy all the time with them.
I did not have an option to ignore them — that’s how I was from birth.
Nothing would change for good if I tried to oppose myself that way.
And so, I took the sword, and went with that way of living, giving it my all.
There was no deep meaning or complicated circumstances.
So I was hitting, gouging, chopping, again and again.
I was looking at them, hearing their agony, shredding blood and being drenched in it.
For me, it was no different from eating or exertion, just a very basic and simple part of living.
To take it easy, that I’ve already done enough — I’ve heard all those things from those who were worried about me. But it just sounded like a worthless nonsense to me.
Even now, I still cannot understand it.
If you actually think about me, then do not pull my legs.
Even for a few seconds while they were talking like that, how much garbage was running around wreaking havoc everywhere?
By indulging in that hypocrisy, they committed the countless mistakes that could not be ever fixed.
For me, the enemy of my enemy would never become an ally.
In fact, as far as I was concerned, they were even worse than just enemies.
So, it’s unnecessary. I do not need allies.
I do not have a single person with which I want to walk through my life.
In the end, no one was left. I killed everyone.
Previous god, the Good, the Evil, and even my brothers in arm.
Standing alone in the wasteland of massacre… that’s how Shinga described me, probably.
Although I wouldn’t want to be compared to that brat Hajun, in a sense, we might be birds of a feather.

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