Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 108 Zhuang Shengxiao’s dream of butterflies

Because my head was tilted towards the window out of inertia, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the sun rising in the distance.

It was a rare moment for Lin Guang to truly realize how close he was to death.

So that's why he dreamed of his head being chopped off?

Because the sun is approaching and the desire to survive is taking over, the person dreams of his own death in an attempt to awaken his consciousness and keep his body away from danger. This sounds like a suitable explanation.

Using death as the only opportunity to wake up is indeed a very clever idea. If you don't know it, it is really difficult to escape from the dream, no matter whether it is a good dream or not. After all, no one will face the hope of death directly.

However, as someone who has woken up from dreams many times, Lin Guang has become a rare victim of this idea.

Having your head chopped off is certainly not a pleasant experience.

Even though the pain was only for a moment, it was real. It was the first time he had his head chopped off.

When the light reflected into his eyes, he seemed to think it was the moonlight reflected by the smooth blade.

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

The voice of Nightmare came from above. Lin Guang raised his head and withdrew his gaze from the distance. The expression on his face was not happy.

"What nonsense are you talking about."

This was just his thought, but when he saw the smile on the other person's face, he actually said it out loud.

If I just respond with silence, Nightmare will definitely be as tactless as Douma.

"Oh? Wasn't that a good dream? Rinkou didn't even open his eyes the whole night."

Could that be called a good dream? His friend drifted further and further apart, a feeling visible to the naked eye and felt in his heart. It seemed that only the death of one of them could bring down the thick, invisible wall and solidify this distance.

"I dreamt that my friend chopped off my head."

As expected, Nightmare's smile disappeared after a brief pause, replaced by clear confusion. That doubt was silent, but Lin Guang could accurately capture it.

"real."

"Ah... That's really, incredible."

Those eyes moved away and no longer followed Lin Guang to ask anything. Perhaps he had not figured out what was going on, or perhaps he had already formed his own ideas.

But in short, nightmares should not bother him again for a while.

When he's not feeling well, the culprit can't feel any better than him. Only at this moment will Rinko slightly approve of Douma's behavior. What does other people's mood have to do with him? If he's not feeling well, Nightmare won't feel any better either.

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Dreaming can actually be a very interesting thing. Without the deliberate interference of nightmares, everything in the dream comes more from the dreamer's subjective consciousness. No matter the characters, scenes, or dialogues and behaviors, everything becomes more real.

Lin Guang would not be able to tell at first glance that it was a dream, but only when death came and consciousness regained did he realize that everything that had just happened was a dream.

Everything was too real, the pitch-black environment, the blade that reflected the light, and whoever was standing in front of him did not seem like a false fabrication. It was a living person standing in front of him. Every word he spoke and every action he took was consistent with how they looked in Lin Guang's memory.

It's like a deduction of a future that has not yet happened.

Everything in the dream did not go in the direction he had expected, and was beyond his control. However, the more this was the case, the more difficult it was for Lin Guang to detect any loopholes.

The more easily he is bewitched by dreams.

With the help of such dreams, Lin Guang gradually recalled many memories that were about to be buried by time. The more things he remembered, the richer and more real the content of his dreams became. This is a cycle that he doesn't know whether to consider good or bad.

But the good news is that Rinkou is willing to be friends with Nightmare.

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"It seems like a horrible sunny day today. Do you want to sleep in for a while, Rinko?"

Sunny days are the worst weather, no doubt about it. Lin Guang leaned against the door, looked out the window, then looked at the table and chairs along the sunlight that came in. He nodded without thinking for too long.

Using dreams to pass the long, inconvenient days is a good decision.

Lin Guang has dreamed a lot in fragments of dreams. Sometimes he would just think about the past, witnessing the stories that really happened from the perspective of an observer, and thinking of his old friends, but more often he was still a participant.

Those friends who are remembered will appear in front of my eyes. Sometimes they will sit down and chat, sometimes they will just confront each other, and occasionally there will be some better scenes, like being grabbed by the wrist when falling, or being held by the hand when walking.

The only similarity is that the dreams always end with his death.

The place, time, and even the person who killed him were all different, but death was inevitable. But until death came, Lin Guang never felt anything was wrong. Everything was strangely reasonable, as if his death was some kind of inevitable and predetermined ending.

This part is not interesting at all. He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't like it either. Death symbolizes the end, meaning that everything he has will come to an end at that moment. That is the end of the road.

Lin Guang didn't want to die like this, at least not yet.

But Rinko never tried to stop his 'friend' from bringing about his death.

Friends and myself, which side of the scale is more important? Lin Guang has never hesitated in such a choice.

"Why do I always die in my dreams?"

Lin Guang asked Nightmare before falling asleep.

The other person still had a smile on his face and gently placed him in the corner.

"This is the first time I've encountered someone like Rinko. Perhaps only Rinko herself knows the answer."

It was like this again. No one gave him an answer, and he couldn't find the answer. Lin Guang's face was expressionless, and he just turned his head to look at the eyeball on the hand.

"Okay, okay, it's time to sleep. Go to sleep, baby."

As if speaking to a still very young child, the gentle voice had a tone that Rinko had never heard before.

"what are you saying."

"It's a lullaby, a lullaby to lull a baby to sleep. It's said that it helps babies sleep better."

Lin Guang blinked, but didn't say a word, just closed his eyes.

He didn't believe that such a song would help the child sleep well, but he was not interested in deliberately embarrassing the nightmare.

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The dream awakened the forgotten memory. Lingguang belatedly remembered the back figure he saw on Spider Mountain, which overlapped with the girl in his memory, and the butterfly was flying in front of his eyes again.

Kanae died, but Shinobu did not. That stubborn child, like her sister, joined the Demon Slayer Corps and became a Pillar again.

Maybe they will meet again one day, and that will probably be the time when his friend truly leaves him.

Rinkou dreamed of Purgatory many times. He only mentioned the last name instead of the first name not out of respect, after all, he was the elder in terms of age. It was simply because Rinkou found it difficult to distinguish who was who just by looking at their backs and faces. It would be better if there was a little difference like Chijuro.

Lin Guang didn't really know what these dreams meant, but according to Nightmare, he dreamed about them so often because he cared about them more.

But Rinko disagreed with this statement. If he really dreamed often because he cared about someone, then he should always dream of Muzan. Otherwise, it should be Akaza, or Xiulu and the others. After all, Rinko liked them more. At the very least, it should be Kokushibo who always left a deep impression on him.

Not those human friends.

Nightmare couldn't give a reasonable explanation, so Lin Guang asked several more times. After not getting an explanation every time, he threw the question into the wind and threw it away.

Also thrown into the wind was a question that Lin Guang had been thinking about for a long time.

Was the first death due to the impending sun, triggering a desire to survive and causing the dream of death? Or was it simply a dream in which I woke up and happened to see the sun rising?

He also asked Nightmare this question, but Nightmare also did not give an answer.

As for why I always ask Nightmare questions.

"Have you ever seen a ghost that likes to sleep as much as you do? And that even dreams?"

That’s what Yuhu said.

It makes sense, but it doesn't sound very pleasing to ghosts.