Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 107 Big Dream 1

Lin Guang had a dream.

Still a masterpiece of nightmares.

The difference from the past is that this time Nightmare did not deliberately guide the content of the dream, but simply let Lin Guang experience the feeling of having a dream.

But what surprised Nightmare was that such a casual dream was like the most careless trap. It was just a rough hole dug on the ground, with some straw sprinkled on it and pretending that there was no danger here. However, it made the usually cautious hunter fall into the deep pit perfectly.

Lin Guang did not open his eyes the entire night. No matter what happened around him, he just leaned quietly against the window, sleeping soundly in a dream that no one knew about.

Until dawn, before the sun reached him, the nightmare took him to another place, and as he was moving, the boy finally opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Rinkou. You look like you had a good dream."

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Lin Guang's understanding of dreams was very superficial, because there seemed to be very few scenes in his sleep that really fit that description.

The book says that everything in a dream doesn't seem real, but it's impossible to tell it's fake. It's like being born in a new world. Because there are no memories of the old world, people are completely immersed in it and think it's all real. It's not until they wake up and open their eyes, and the memory is brought back to them, that they realize all the bizarre things are just unrealistic illusions.

Lin Guang would not have such dreams. He knew clearly every night whether those things were real or not. Those fragments of memories were real, the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were real, but the hunger, the pain and the heavy weight pressing on his back were not real.

Such a situation cannot be called a dream.

Later, most of the dreams created by Nightmare were quickly realized by Lin Guang to be false. Perhaps it was because Nightmare's guidance was too deliberate, or perhaps he himself knew too well what was real.

Those could not be called dreams, as they were not his own imaginations, but rather assumptions forced upon him by nightmares.

But this time it was different.

Lin Guang walked in a boundless dark world. There were no stars above his head and no lights in the distance, just pure darkness. He didn't remember why he was walking in this open space, nor did he know why he appeared here. The last thing he remembered was seeing that eye.

Lin Guang didn't know how long he had been walking here or where he was going, but he would gain nothing by staying where he was, so he just kept moving forward.

This seemed very different from his previous dreams. He didn't see anyone, didn't see anything that shouldn't be there, and didn't see anyone behaving in a way that shouldn't be there. It hardly seemed like a dream created by a nightmare.

Lin Guang didn't remember how long he walked before he finally found some light. He didn't know which step it was, but when his feet landed on the ground, it was as if he had walked out of a dark jungle. Layers of leaves were thrown from above his head to behind him, and the darkness that covered the sky was finally dispelled. The stars lit up the night sky, and the moon hung high, shedding moonlight. In front of him, there was not light, but a figure, a familiar figure.

"Makijuro?"

The high-flying haori was such an obvious feature. He had only seen such a flamboyant flame pattern on the haori of one family.

The other party seemed not to hear his call. As he approached step by step, the distance between them was gradually shortened. When he stretched out his hand, the other party took a step forward, and the step forward only allowed Lin Guang's hand to brush against a corner of the flying haori.

"Kyojuro?"

Lin Guang suspected that the wind blowing across his cheeks made the other party unable to hear his call clearly, and he also suspected that he had recognized the wrong person and did not get a response. So he took a step forward to try to catch up, but it seemed that he was always one step short. He was not tall enough and his legs were not long enough. The other party walked very fast, and every step was firm, never hesitating, never wavering, and never waiting. Lin Guang could see that the distance was getting farther and farther, and he subconsciously wanted to catch up, but he could not take a step forward.

So the person in front of me was gradually pulled farther and farther away, until he became a blurry shadow in my sight.

"Rinko."

The call came from behind, and when Rinko turned around, she met Tanjiro's eyes, a pair of eyes soaked in sadness, exactly the same as when they met again after a long separation.

"Why do you look so sad?"

"You're a ghost, Rinkou."

Tanjiro's brows were tightly furrowed, and his whole face showed sadness when he looked at him, but not just sadness, he seemed a little angry as well.

"Yes. I never denied it."

This was a play on words. It was undeniable that people living in the mountains would never hear of ghost stories in their lifetime, and even if they did, they wouldn't believe them, let alone suspect the person in front of them was a ghost. This was bullying. But Lin Guang had indeed never lied.

He just never confessed.

The imagined anger did not come, Tanjiro still stood there, and for a moment even the anger disappeared. They looked at each other, Tanjiro did not hold the knife, but did not stretch out his hand either. He just stood there, looking at him with eyes that were so complicated that Rinko could not understand.

"Why. Rinko."

It wasn't a question, nor a reprimand, nor was it anger. Tanjiro's voice was almost unbelievably gentle.

"what why."

Tanjiro's frown deepened.

Rinko knew, he knew why Tanjiro was so unhappy, and he also knew what Tanjiro was asking. He was asking why he became a demon, why he had to live like this, why he wanted to be friends with them, and perhaps he was also curious about why he was so close to Muzan.

But there are not so many whys.

There are too many things in the world that have no answers.

Lin Guang has lived for hundreds of years and studied for hundreds of years, but he still encounters confusion every day.

Why he became a demon is something only Muzan knows. 'Rinko' will never know. He doesn't even have his own name, let alone his life.

"Why is Tanjiro a human?"

Tanjiro seemed not to have expected him to ask that, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

"Why are you human? Why don't you have to spit out what you eat? Why can you just walk in the sun? Why can you taste sugar?"

Rinko had far more questions than Tanjiro, and there were so many questions he didn't ask because they had nothing to do with Tanjiro, and his goal had been achieved.

"You were once human, too. Rinko. You were once human, too."

Of course he knew this simple truth. Ghosts were transformed from humans because Muzan gave them his blood. Rinko had seen it and knew it, but so what?

"I won't let you make the same mistake again. Rinko, you didn't deserve to have a life like this."

Lin Guang seemed to have heard similar words, a long time ago, from the mouth of someone, or perhaps a ghost.

But from whose mouth? He tried to recall, thinking very seriously, so seriously that from the moment Tanjiro pulled out the knife to the moment the blade was against his neck, he had reviewed his entire first half of his life.

But it wasn't until his head hit the ground that he suddenly realized.

It’s Tamayo.

"You shouldn't have had this kind of life, Rinkou. You should have had a better life, not as a ghost, but as a human."

It was one night when he was still awake that he heard Tamayo sighing beside his pillow, heard her soft sobs, and heard her tears dripping onto the floor.