Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 106: You are not a fish, you know the joy of fish

Nightmare's suggestion was not adopted, but Lingguang did not directly refuse it. He just said that he had no expectations of sleeping and dreaming.

"I don't think there is anything worth indulging in a good dream."

But Nightmare obviously has a different view on this.

"Really...? That's because Rinkou hasn't had a dream like that before. If it was about being able to eat human food, or being recognized by that adult, or making a lot of new friends..."

Appropriate pauses provide ample room for imagination.

Such targeted words did pique Lin Guang's interest. He raised his head and tried to imagine it, but unfortunately, Lin Guang quickly realized that he could not imagine such a scene.

No matter what food enters his mouth, the only difference between hard and soft is the food constantly scraping against the inner wall of his mouth when he chews it. As for tasting the flavor, that is an ability he was not born with.

He hopes to be recognized, but real recognition, not a false, fleeting possession in a dream that he will realize upon waking up is just a dream.

It is better not to have it in the first place than to have it and then lose it.

As for friends. Lin Guang already had many friends. Although some of them had left, some had not been seen for a long time, and some were nowhere to be found, the important thing was to be friends, to share happiness together, to spend some time together, and as for what happened after that, no one knew about it.

It would be a pity if you don't make friends because you are afraid of losing them. Losing friends is also an experience of making friends.

Nightmare noticed the change in Lin Guang's expression and tilted his head, seeming a little surprised that a boy had a maturity that did not match his appearance and inner qualities.

"If I just say it, Rinko probably still won't understand. It doesn't matter if I try, right?"

Nightmare and Douma do have similarities to some extent, and this similarity makes it difficult for Rinko to really like Nightmare, who is not sure whether he can be considered a friend.

The other party seemed to know nothing about this, but was still looking at him with implicit expectation, hoping that he would accept the invitation.

"Then give it a try."

It doesn't matter anyway, right?

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The conditions for entering a dream are simple: gaze into that eye, listen to that hint, follow the guidance of the moment, close your eyes and fall down.

Lin Guang was very familiar with this process and didn't feel unfamiliar even though he hadn't reviewed it for a long time.

I closed my eyes and opened them again, and what appeared before my eyes was a sumptuous feast.

Almost all the food that Lin Guang had ever seen was included. All the food that he had thought would be delicious and tempting was placed on the table, but he stretched out his hand to grab the bones, bit the piece of meat and tore it off, his sharp teeth biting, the juice splashed in his mouth, and the tip of his nose could smell the aroma of meat, even the mellow aroma of the juice was captured, but when his tongue pushed the meat to his teeth, it was still like pushing against a piece of wax that had just dripped.

There is no taste at all.

Humans cannot imagine things they have never seen, and the same is true for ghosts.

Rinko couldn't imagine the taste.

He could not taste anything: sour, spicy, salty, bitter, sweet, and his tongue was only slightly useful when he was speaking.

That's it.

It was a really boring dream.

Lin Guang remembered how to wake up, but when the fork was pressed against his neck, he became curious. Ghosts can't die, but they can wake up after dying in a dream?

So he could experience what it was like to die? That sounded much more interesting than this dream.

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In Nightmare's eyes, Muzan ranks first, and the others are irrelevant. The upper ranks are indeed powerful, but those powerful demons are not at the same level as Lord Muzan.

What is the difference? Actually, Nightmare is not very clear.

He is not immersed in dreams like his prey, but every minute and every second of his life is no different from a dream.

All living things in the world have their own greed, their own desires, and dreams they want to immerse themselves in.

What Nightmare is good at is to pull those people into such a beautiful dream, making his prey relax their vigilance and let down their guard in the dream, and then lead them to the nightmare called death. The more painful, regretful and desperate those who have lost consciousness are when they realize the truth, the happier he is.

He thought that even Lord Muzan might be immersed in the dream of obtaining the blue Higanbana, not to mention the other upper ranks.

As long as there is such desire in their hearts, Nightmare is confident that they can indulge in an illusory dream.

And Rinko is a special child.

Nightmare liked him very much.

Because Lin Guang doesn't like to dream.

In other words, the dreams he wove for Lin Guang always seemed to be not to the child's liking. Lin Guang always woke up very early, never immersed in dreams, nor was he fascinated by dreams. This was a situation that Nightmare had never encountered.

He tried to weave all kinds of dreams for Lin Guang.

Some let Rinko enjoy a big meal, some let Rinko meet many friends, some let Lord Muzan and Rinko be alone, or let those upper-rank ones appear in Rinko's dreams.

But no matter what he did, the outcome remained the same.

Lin Guang would always fall asleep in front of him, but it wouldn't take long before the boy would wake up from his dream again, say good night to him, and then go about his own business, as if he had never encountered anything he liked. If Nightmare was not very clear about what he was doing, he would have suspected that he had used the wrong blood demon art and caused Lin Guang to have nightmares every day.

This is difficult for Nightmare to understand. No one is without desires, not even ghosts.

In fact, the desires of ghosts are clearer and purer than those of humans.

Therefore, Rinko is particularly unique.

"How did you wake up?"

Nightmare asked this question to Lin Guang himself after failing again and again.

The boy was playing a coin toss and catch game. The coin bounced up, spun, and landed in his palm. His clenched hand completely obscured the coin, and the hand was stretched out in front of him.

Nightmare had seen humans play this game, guessing heads and tails, and now Rinko was doing the same.

But Nightmare didn't pay attention to which side of the coin he just tossed was facing up, he could only make a random guess.

Rinkou tilted his head at his answer, and the hand stretched out.

“It’s a coin.”

This time it was Nightmare who tilted his head in confusion.

"What fell into my hand was a coin, just as you saw. It's that simple."

Nightmare didn't understand a single word of what he was saying. Lin Guang didn't seem surprised. He simply placed the coin on the table, covered it with his hand, and then removed it.

"Even if the coin is completely blocked from your sight, it won't affect your knowledge of it being a coin, because you can see it. A dream won't feel real just because you haven't seen it, because you know what reality is like. If I cover your eyes during the day and tell you it's dark, will you get off the train?"