Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Tanjiro Kamado, struggling to stay upright, arrived at the wooden house and saw Sakonji Urokodaki inside. A smile appeared on his face.

""

Ke Ling supported Tanjiro Kamado's body, and after saying those words, Tanjiro Kamado simply passed out.

“You’re right, Ke Ling, this kid is very suitable to be a demon hunter.”

Urokodaki Sakonji paused for a moment, then spoke with some emotion, "Perhaps this child has some flaws, but his strengths are so dazzling that they are enough to overshadow those flaws."

"Yes, I was far inferior to him when I was still human."

Ke Ling nodded, his expression somewhat complicated; he spoke with genuine admiration.

Even comparing him to when he was thirteen, or even to before he became a demon, he wasn't confident he could be even half as good as Tanjiro Kamado.

The second update will be later~~~

Chapter 69 I can't figure out how to deal with Urokodaki.

Tanjiro Kamado lay on the bed like his sister. Although Sakonji Urokodaki's wooden house was not big, it did have several beds.

Actually, there isn't just one wooden house here. As the trainer of the Demon Slayer Corps, Sakonji Urokodaki would also have some children come here from time to time.

The children would train with him, so of course they needed a place to stay. However, in the last two years, most of the children who came were persuaded to leave by him.

Tanjiro Kamado is special; he has the same sense of smell as him, a tenacious personality, and a never-give-up spirit, but Sakonji Urokodaki cannot guarantee that the boy will pass his test.

"Mr. Urokodaki".

As Urokodaki Sakonji was thinking, Ke Ling's voice woke him up.

"what happened?"

The old man looked at Ke Ling, a young man who was also special. Even now, he was still unsure whether his approach to teaching this young man was correct.

"As per our agreement, you will teach me how to kill demons, and I will tell you the secret to my ability to walk in the sunlight."

Ke Ling stood there with a serious expression on his face. He didn't intend to wait for Urokodaki Sakonji to ask him, but instead chose to take the initiative and seize the upper hand.

"I haven't taught you much yet."

Urokodaki Sakonji is an honest man. Swordsmanship is a skill that one may not be able to master even if one spends a lifetime on it. Ke Ling has not even stepped into the door yet, so it is hard to say that his teaching has even truly begun.

"I believe you."

Ke Ling smiled. He felt that Urokodaki Sakonji was actually quite easy to understand. This old man seemed to be particularly susceptible to a sincere attitude, and of course, there must be a reason for that.

"I also hope you can trust me; I want to learn more from you."

Ke Ling continued, "Today we're going to speak frankly and openly."

There was no other way; if he wanted Urokodaki Sakonji to teach him more, to teach him real skills, he first had to establish a relationship of mutual trust with the old man.

It's easy to imagine that even though Urokodaki Sakonji claims he's going to teach a demon, would he really hold nothing back from him?

No matter how eloquently the old man spoke, Ke Ling simply didn't believe him.

To gain something in return, you have to give something in return. For him, willingly exchanging this "secret" for Urokodaki Sakonji's trust was a risk-free deal.

This "secret" couldn't be kept in the first place, because Urokodaki Sakonji would definitely ask, and he would ask until he got to the bottom of it. If he made a mistake in his response, not only would he not be able to learn the technique, but he might even become enemies.

""

Urokodaki Sakonji remained silent upon hearing this, and Ke Ling knew that he was considering it.

"it is good."

After a brief silence, Urokodaki Sakonji finally spoke.

He would teach Ke Ling seriously, including breathing techniques, and during this time, he believed he would be able to see Ke Ling's true colors.

He can't hide anything from this child's thoughts. Once there's a problem, he won't hesitate to take action. This isn't just directed at Ke Ling; he'll do the same for Kamado Nezuko.

Urokodaki Sakonji's answer was exactly what Ke Ling wanted to hear. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hands and removed the prosthetic skin from them.

In Urokodaki Sakonji's eyes, the skin on Ke Ling's hands was like peeling, shrinking little by little to reveal the flesh beneath.

"This is"

Urokodaki Sakonji's eyes, hidden behind his tengu mask, were wide open. He was shocked, confused, and had guesses, but he couldn't be sure.

"As you can see, the skin on my body is not my own skin, but a skin made of a special material. It is this skin that shields me from the sun."

Ke Ling tried to explain things in a simple way so that Urokodaki Sakonji could understand. It was fortunate that he had specially added the nail-removing function to his hands beforehand, otherwise it would have been really difficult to explain to others.

Originally, this feature was only meant to make eating and using claws in combat easier, but now it's finding a use for something else.

"This"

Urokodaki Sakonji was dumbfounded. Although he was over seventy years old, he had been active from the Edo period to the present Taisho period. He had personally experienced the Black Ships Incident, the Tokugawa Shogunate Movement, and the Meiji Restoration. He had traveled all over the country and killed demons, so he could be said to have seen a lot.

But he had never seen such a scene before.

"How did you do that? Is there a way to replicate it?"

Although shocked, this was the issue that Urokodaki Sakonji was most concerned about.

"There's no way to replicate it. It's not that I'm deliberately hiding my abilities; it's just that there's really no way."

This layer of skin is incredibly tough; it can withstand fire and lightning, regulate temperature, and even grant invisibility. Frankly, I have never heard of such a material or such craftsmanship.

Ke Ling looked serious; he felt that nothing was more convincing than a direct demonstration.

In Urokodaki Sakonji's eyes, Ke Ling's figure flashed with light and then disappeared, just like the horns on his head.

"This doesn't prove anything; it could also be Blood Demon Art."

Urokodaki Sakonji shook his head. This alone is not enough to prove that everything Ke Ling said, except for blocking sunlight, could be achieved by Blood Demon Art.

"Forehead"

Ke Ling paused for a moment, then revealed himself. If that's the case, then there really isn't a problem.

"However, I believe you. I can smell it; you're not lying."

Before Ke Ling could explain, Urokodaki Sakonji continued, his expression somewhat complicated.

He guessed that Ke Ling must have already guessed that he had similar abilities, which is why he had always treated people so sincerely. But not lying is not lying, and that cannot be changed.

Ke Ling thought to himself, "As expected, I had indeed guessed this long ago."

To be honest, the old man believed him so easily every time. It would be completely unreasonable if the old man didn't have an ability similar to Tanjiro Kamado.

Doing such dangerous work and surviving for so long, only to believe whatever a few people say—isn't that a joke?

What Ke Ling didn't know was that for a moment, Urokodaki Sakonji had already doubted his sense of smell. He felt that it couldn't be true, but this doubt was quickly dispelled.

He wasn't Tanjiro Kamado, nor was he only thirteen years old; he was already over seventy. And for over seventy years, his nose, his keen sense of smell, had never made a mistake.

Based on this alone, he would not doubt himself, nor would he have any reason to doubt himself. As for whether it was the influence of the Blood Demon Art or whether he was influenced by some psychological suggestion, that was even more impossible.

Ke Ling couldn't influence him without him noticing; he himself possessed the relevant abilities and was resistant to such influence.

Besides breathing techniques, Sakonji Urokodaki possesses some special abilities, including the ability to exert psychological suggestion on others.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Urokodaki."

Ke Ling looked relieved. If Urokodaki Sakonji insisted that this was a Blood Demon Art, he really wouldn't have a way to disprove it.

Urokodaki Sakonji's nose really did a great job! If Urokodaki Sakonji didn't have this ability, Ke Ling's plan wouldn't have been able to proceed smoothly.

After all, humans and ghosts are different. For these ghost hunters who have long been accustomed to the ugliness of ghosts, what ghosts say may really be "ghost talk," the kind of "ghost talk" that cannot be believed at all.

Where did you get such unique skin?

Urokodaki Sakonji continued to ask questions. Although he said he believed Ke Ling, he clearly did not want to let the matter pass so easily.

Although Ke Ling was telling the truth, it didn't mean he had nothing to hide. This was a matter of great importance, and he had to get to the bottom of it.

"In a special place, a very special place, it's like a completely different world from reality."

Ke Ling thought to himself, "Here it comes." He immediately took out the speech he had prepared in advance, which was still the truth, of course, selective truth.

He couldn't lie in front of this human lie detector. If he did, all the previous trust would be gone, and Urokodaki Sakonji wouldn't let him off easily.

But Ke Ling had already guessed that this old man, like Tanjiro Kamado, had the ability to "detect lies," so he naturally made preparations for it.

He had already crafted the most authentic story for the old man. Was what he said true? Of course it was.

But how to interpret these words is up to Urokodaki Sakonji himself; he was deliberately trying to mislead Urokodaki Sakonji with these words.

If Urokodaki Sakon had simply said, "You didn't time travel, did you?", Ke Ling would have dared to go up and grab his hand, calling him "fellow countryman," and saying, "You fucking time traveled here too, didn't you?!"

Given Urokodaki Sakonji's knowledge and cultural background, upon hearing this statement, he would definitely think of stories of encountering immortals, such as Jowa's encounter with an immortal, the Peach Blossom Spring, and the story of the Rotten Chessman.

Because they look so alike, they look so incredibly alike!

Urokodaki Sakonji was already fascinated by these supernatural matters, and his wooden hut contained many mysterious fox wood carvings.

As expected, Urokodaki Sakonji was stunned upon hearing this.

Throughout his more than seventy years of life, he had always been incredibly steadfast, but in these few minutes, his steadfastness began to waver for the second time.

Second update~~~

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Chapter 70 Why do gods and Buddhas favor you?

"Please describe the specific process."

After a moment of silence, Urokodaki Sakonji took a deep breath, composed himself, and continued to ask.

The matter concerning Ke Ling is too crucial. He is the only demon so far who is not afraid of the sun. He must find out the truth and then send the information back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

"After parting ways with Tanjiro, I was traveling through the mountains at night when I encountered a demon slayer. She didn't believe me and tried to kill me. But as she made her move, I suddenly felt dizzy and my body disappeared from the forest, ending up in a bizarre and wonderful world."

The people there speak a completely different language, live a completely different life, and have all sorts of things I can't understand at all. This skin color is very common there. A doctor saw me and gave me a new skin color.

Ke Ling began to recall, recounting a story that sounded like a folk tale, only with the setting changed to a cyberpunk style. Every word was true, only some details were omitted.