Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 159: Fame (not

Is the appearance of the Demon Slayer Corps good news or bad news?

Rinko wasn't sure.

This is not surprising.

He's a ghost, and ghosts don't like the Demon Slayer Corps, they're a threat, so this is bad news, no doubt about it.

But the Upper Ranks are not afraid of the Demon Slayer Corps. Even those pillars are not enough to pose a threat to the Upper Ranks, so the arrival of the Demon Slayer Corps is a good thing.

To give an example, the Demon Slayer Corps members who came over on their own initiative were like pastries emitting an enticing aroma. They lined up one by one, jumping and busily jumping into their mouths.

Good or bad, it is just an insignificant evaluation, or even an extremely personal opinion that only Lin Guang himself would worry about. It has no meaning and will not affect what is about to happen or is happening.

In the words of Jifutaro, Rinkou is still too leisurely. Because his position is high enough, because he receives enough favors, because he does not have to participate in the bloody battle for position exchange, and because he is one of the few ghosts protected by that adult, he has no pressure and no motivation, so he has so much free time to think about these meaningless things.

This makes sense.

But Rinko is just curious, maybe just like what Jifutaro said, because he really has too much free time.

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Perhaps it was because of Hinazuru's capture that more members of the Demon Slayer Corps arrived, or perhaps it was because they were conspicuous enough that Daki was able to successfully capture the other two members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

“We’ve only found these three.”

This was Daki's conclusion. She didn't know if there would be more, but she would still check around, just as if she was choosing her favorite dinner. She didn't hate this pastime.

Daki doesn't like to eat men, and Jifutaro is not interested in dealing with low-level members who can't even protect themselves, so those Demon Slayer Corps members who quietly began to appear on the streets, corridors, even in dark alleys and on rooftops for unknown reasons became Rinkou's new entertainment.

Rinkou wasn't interested in killing people, he was just greeting.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it? It's an honor to meet you, so would you like to sit down and chat with me?"

This was his new opening line.

He thinks it's a good way to say hello and announce one's arrival before formally introducing oneself.

But to his surprise, such greetings were not met with the enthusiasm they deserved, and the Demon Slayer Corps members who were greeted were not happy about his arrival.

When those people turned around and saw him, what was reflected in his eyes was a sharp edge and a waving sword.

No one was willing to sit down and talk with him.

Where is the problem?

Lin Guang asked himself.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like an ordinary boy, natural and harmless. He even hid his eyes on purpose. Why did those members of the Demon Slayer Corps draw their swords when they saw him?

"It's a demon! It's Upper Zero! Quick! Go call the other team members!"

The panicked call gave Lin Guang the answer, and they recognized his identity before he introduced himself.

It was as if someone had already introduced him before they met.

Yeah...that's right.

He remembered.

Hinazuru knew him, too, just as she did now, the woman stating his name and identity before he could introduce himself.

Hinazuru's news came from the pillars. The pillars that Hinazuru knew were not the same ones he knew. In other words, those pillars gathered together to exchange news, and then such news was spread by them, so he failed repeatedly.

He knocked his clenched fist against his open palm, and Lin Guang let out an "oh" as if he suddenly understood something.

"I see."

He sighed softly, feeling happy that he had figured out the truth. Then he turned around, humming a song as he walked deeper into the alley. His feet stepped on the blood on the ground, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

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The news that the so-called Upper Zero was him might spread further than he imagined.

Lin Guang realized it later.

That's not good news.

Because his longest-standing hobby has now suffered a huge impact, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps always easily recognize him based on his appearance when they see him, so they only have a contest of force but no verbal conversation. Rinko is not Akaza, he does not like fighting, and he is not Douma, he does not like teasing humans.

He didn't like killing, so when the other party showed the blade, he just put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and looked around curiously.

"I just want to sit down and talk with you. I have no intention of fighting."

He is waiting, giving opportunities, and hoping that the other party will be willing to give him a chance.

Unfortunately, those stubborn swordsmen always refused to listen to him and simply rushed towards him with their blades in hand.

Lin Guang doesn't like killing people, but he doesn't like being killed even more.

So he had to do something before the blade hit his neck, either grab the knife and stab it into the opponent's chest, or dodge and kick the opponent off the roof. As the failures accumulated, his mood would occasionally get bad, and he would occasionally be a little rude.

"Please listen to me. I just want to sit down and talk with you. I have no other thoughts."

This was an excellent swordsman, at least better than any he had met before. Lingguang dodged and dodged on the roof, easily avoiding the swinging swords, but the bad thing was that the man was unwilling to speak. Since meeting him, he just launched attacks in silence, again and again, chasing from eaves to another.

Lin Guang deliberately avoided fighting and dodged all the way from the roof to the dark alley.

"So I say. Please, listen to me."

There was a wall behind him, and Lin Guang had no room to retreat. Of course, he could jump high and jump over the wall. But then, where could he hide? Did he want to escape? He wanted this person to calm down and talk to him. He wanted to ask something and make friends, not play cat and mouse.

The leaping body reacted to the change in mood, and the raised leg hit the side of the knife with considerable force. The man reacted quickly and blocked it with the knife, but still groaned from the kick.

But it was not until the head rolled on the ground that Lin Guang realized how much strength he had used.

As my eyes blinked, I saw a broken blade, a head rolling to the wall, and a body spurting blood in front of me.

The suspended feet stepped back onto the ground, and the eyes on the head didn't even close. There was a mixture of fear and surprise in the wide-open eyes.

The headless body swayed and finally fell down. Lin Guang stood there, feeling a little confused and bewildered.

He walked over, picked up the head, brought it back to the body, squatted down, and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

But the person he was apologizing to had already died, blood was flowing unstoppably, and his body had begun to cool down.

Lin Guang raised his head and looked at the crow that was quietly watching everything on the eaves. The moment their eyes met, the crow's feathers exploded.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the crow had already spread its wings and flew high into the distance, until it disappeared from his sight. Lin Guang didn't know what he wanted to say.

Is he going to persuade the Demon Slayer Corps not to send anyone over here anymore?

Regardless of his stance or perspective, it seemed inappropriate for him to say this. There was no reason for him to say this either.

But to be honest, Rinko really didn't want to see any more members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

After all, he never felt happy just because he had cake in his stomach.