Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

Author: Lucky Life

　On the first day of my transmigration, I was turned into a ghost by the Ghost King.

Don't be afraid! [Extreme System] activated!

Traverse the heavens!

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger!

Heh heh heh~~ Muzan Kibutsuji, I'm going to be the Demon King!

S.A.W.S ...

Times have changed!

I want to become the "Cyber ​​Demon King"!

Of course, first you need to save up money to get a high-end prosthetic body.

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The protagonist is a ghost with a system, and he travels through various worlds.

Mainly cyberpunk, with sub-Demon Slayer and other worlds. Please see the volume titles for the different worlds.

Unlocked worlds: Demon Slayer, Cyberpunk 2077, Tokyo.

Chapter 1 I’m no longer a human being!

"Boom!!!"

A screeching engine roared as a heavy truck sped towards pedestrians who were walking with their heads down on the sidewalk.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The screams around her made Ke Ling, who was looking down at her phone, look up in confusion, but it was obviously too late.

By the time Ke Ling's gaze fell upon the heavy truck, it was already within arm's reach. Ke Ling could even see the numerous collision and wear marks on the front of the truck, as well as the faint traces of crimson.

"Is this a veteran actor?"

At that moment, the classic image of the "reincarnation truck" popped into Ke Ling's mind. The sense of déjà vu was too strong!

"boom!!!"

With a crash, Ke Ling's body was freed like a kite with a broken string; the heavy truck had only hit him, the unlucky one.

In his final moments, Ke Ling clearly saw the green light flashing on the traffic light; he definitely did not run a red light!

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Ke Ling suddenly sat up, his chest heaving, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had just died.

"No, it's true that I've already died once."

Looking at his surroundings, Ke Ling felt a mix of emotions. He was absolutely certain that these Japanese-style buildings with their distinct Japanese and Tang Dynasty influences were clearly not something that could appear in his daily life.

Surely the truck couldn't just knock him off to the next island, could it?

Moreover, the temperature was also off; it was much colder than before he was hit by the truck, and his autumn clothes looked rather thin in this environment.

Clearly, with the help of "Comrade Truck," he must have traveled through time.

"Sigh~~~"

Ke Ling gritted her teeth, gasped, and made a tiny contribution to global warming.

"I used to say online every day when it would be my turn, and now it really has been my turn."

Ke Ling grumbled, "Luckily, he has a classic start. He grew up in an orphanage, without parents, without any ties, all alone. For him, transmigrating is just a matter of living in a different place. It makes perfect sense for the 'warrior' to choose someone like him."

After easing her tension with self-deprecating humor, Ke Ling first decided to check her physical condition.

He was still wearing that cheap, casual outfit. There was no blood on him, and his hands and feet were all original, with no missing limbs. Finally, Ke Ling checked his male sexual characteristics.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Thankfully, it was still there, and still just as big.

It seems like it's a physical transmigration, not a soul transmigration. That's good, it saves me from living with someone else's face. Besides, Ke Ling doesn't want to lose his handsome face. Who knows what kind of monster he'll look like if he changes bodies?

"System? Cheat code? Old man? All sorts of gods? Are they there?"

After the physical examination, Ke Ling did not make any rash moves. Having studied "The Essential Guide for Transmigrators" in depth, he knew that the first step after transmigrating was to check if he had a "system" or other forms of transmigration benefits.

After trying everything, Ke Ling finally gave up in despair. He received no response and all his efforts were in vain.

"No system? Or is there some activation condition for this system? It can't be a system that only activates after you're invincible!"

While complaining, Ke Ling quickly realized that he didn't have the help of the [system] for the time being, and he began the second step of "The Essential Guide for Transmigrators".

"Observe your surroundings and confirm your current time and location."

Ke Ling got up from the ground and began to carefully observe the surrounding situation.

It was nighttime, and the moonlight was dim, but there were still lights along the roadside—streetlights. The streetlights were old-fashioned and had a vintage feel, but they were definitely electric. There were also utility poles on both sides of the road, which at least ruled out the possibility that it was from ancient times.

Ke Ling was standing by the roadside, leaning against the wall of someone's courtyard. The surrounding buildings were quite Japanese-style, or rather, Tang-style, all of them wooden structures and old-fashioned in style.

There were no tall buildings in Ke Ling's field of vision, and the style of these buildings did not seem modern, so they could only be from the recent period.

After initial assessment, Ke Ling concluded that this place was very likely in modern Japan, as evidenced by the text on the buildings and shop signs along the roadside.

"What I need to determine now is whether this is still my original world, or if it's a world teeming with supernatural creatures."

Ke Ling stretched and loosened his muscles. Perhaps it was just psychological, but after being hit by a truck, he still felt a dull ache all over his body and felt uncomfortable all over.

The lights were dim and there was no one around. Ke Ling quickly did a set of radio calisthenics. After doing the set, her body was indeed stretched out and she felt much more comfortable.

"What are you doing?"

A voice suddenly rang out behind Ke Ling, full of doubt and confusion, which startled Ke Ling. This person walks without making a sound?

He quickly turned around, adopting a military boxing stance that suggested he could survive 32 stabs. Ke Ling looked warily at the person who spoke, then breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least the person who spoke looked like a normal human.

He was a young man with black hair, a tall stature, pale skin, and a pair of magenta eyes. He was dressed very gentlemanly, not in traditional clothing, but in a Western-style suit. This further confirmed Ke Ling's judgment of the era. There was no such thing as a Western-style suit in ancient Japan.

Under the dim light of the streetlights, the handsome young man held a black umbrella and looked at Ke Ling with a puzzled expression.

"Brother, it's the middle of the night, you can scare people to death."

Ke Ling narrowed his eyes, not letting his guard down completely. He tried to start a conversation, but after he spoke, he suddenly realized that the guy opposite him didn't seem to be speaking Chinese.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. He had already determined that this place was probably in Japan, so it wasn't surprising that he encountered Japanese people.

"Chinese?"

Just as Ke Ling was pondering how to communicate with the Japanese man opposite her, the young man took the initiative to speak in Chinese.

Even though his tone was a little strange, with a slight hint of a military accent, he was indeed speaking Chinese.

"You speak Chinese? That's great! I'm completely unfamiliar with this place, and I was just wondering who to ask for directions."

Ke Ling's eyes lit up. He had just encountered someone who spoke Chinese, which greatly reduced the initial difficulty. At least he no longer had to worry about the language barrier.

"Hello, I'm a tourist from China. I've gotten lost and separated from my friend. Do you know roughly where I am? Also, what time is it now?"

Ke Ling took a few steps forward. The man opposite him could speak Chinese, which made him feel much more at ease. Besides, this guy could speak a foreign language, so he couldn't possibly be some kind of monster, right?

Do Japanese monsters and demons have to learn foreign languages? Has it gotten that complicated?

"Interesting, is this the Celestial Empire? Maybe I should have tried it sooner."

The Japanese youth smiled, a smile with an eerie beauty. He didn't answer Ke Ling's question, but instead began to mutter to himself.

Ke Ling couldn't understand what this guy was saying at all; his "Japanese teachers" had only taught him a very limited vocabulary.

For example, words like "Ya Mai Die" and "Yi Ku Yi Ku" are clearly insufficient for him to conduct daily conversations.

"Only knows a little Chinese? What a pity."

Ke Ling was somewhat disappointed, thinking that the Japanese man hadn't understood what he was saying.

"Thank you, but I'm sorry to bother you. I'll ask someone else."

As a civilized person from the Celestial Empire, a land of etiquette, and especially since he had been recognized, Ke Ling, adhering to the principle of not bringing shame to his country, politely said goodbye to the other party.

Even if the other party doesn't understand, at least he did his job well; it's never wrong to be polite.

Ke Ling turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, his face froze and his eyes widened involuntarily.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest, an intense physical agony comparable to the pain he felt when he was hit by a truck not long ago.

Looking down slightly, Ke Ling saw a sharp spike made of flesh and blood protruding from his chest. The spike was covered in blood, and its tail was still writhing, making it look very eerie.

"cough!"

A surge of blood rushed to his throat, and Ke Ling coughed. He felt the call of death. The sharp spikes piercing his body seemed to have a life of their own, and countless fleshy spikes split off and pierced his internal organs. The pain immediately spread to his limbs and bones.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Ke Ling cried out in pain. He reached out to grab the fleshy spike, trying to pull himself off, but the moment he tried to grab it, his hand was pierced with several holes. The fleshy spike seemed to be enraged.

The fleshy spikes slowly rose, lifting Ke Ling into the air. Under the influence of gravity, Ke Ling experienced increasing pain. He tried to struggle, but the more he struggled, the faster the pain intensified.

Born in a peaceful China, Ke Ling, an orphan, had suffered a lot, but he had never encountered such a situation. He forced himself to turn around and saw the culprit.

Under the dim light, the young man in the top hat still had a smile on his face, and his rose-red eyes seemed to be flashing with a blood-red light. He stretched out a finger, and the spike that pierced Ke Ling's flesh extended from his index finger.

"Why? What are you?"

Despite his pain, Ke Ling managed to speak, his words barely audible due to the agony that made it difficult for him to control his facial muscles.

Having just been hit by a truck and died, Ke Ling was transported to a new place. Before he could even figure out what was going on, he was about to be killed by an unknown creature. He was very unwilling to accept this and wanted to die knowing why.

"I am giving you strength, feel it."

The handsome, enigmatic young man spoke again, slowly and deliberately. He still spoke in Chinese; he understood Chinese and could speak it. Learning foreign languages ​​was one of his hobbies, and he had already mastered Chinese a long time ago.

Ke Ling's eyes widened, but his vision became increasingly blurry. Blood continued to flow from his chest. In his hazy state, the image of the sinister youth gradually overlapped with an anime character he had seen by chance before.

"Boom!!!"

However, before Ke Ling could finally confirm the person's identity, a terrifying surge of blood energy rushed from his body to his brain. Ke Ling's eyes instantly turned blood red, his thoughts were no longer under his control, and his entire body began to undergo strange changes.