Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

The snow on the mountain was still there, and judging from the situation, it must have only been a few days, but the bodies of the more than twenty monkeys he had killed had already disappeared.

Ke Ling didn't pay much attention. Maybe it was taken away by other animals, or maybe it was picked up by someone who came up the mountain and used as an extra meal. Either way was possible.

"We need to confirm the time and check the flow rate of time."

When traveling back and forth between two worlds, the flow of time is naturally the most important thing to pay attention to.

Although the snow on the mountain and the dried bloodstains on the ground don't seem to have been there for a long time, we still need to confirm it.

Ke Ling didn't waste any time and quickly went down the mountain. He had changed his clothes before coming; they were very ordinary Western-style suits, which wouldn't have looked strange in Japan during the Taisho era.

The only slightly odd thing was his rather modern sunglasses. Although sunglasses should have been invented at this time, they probably hadn't become widely popular yet.

In fact, the effect of Ke Ling wearing sunglasses is not very good; it's just a psychological effect. The main reason is that he replaced his prosthetic eye. His eye is now completely modularized, so there is no light leakage.

Soon, Ke Ling returned to "the place where the dream began," the street where he encountered Muzan Kibutsuji, the place where he was turned into a demon.

The small village at the foot of the mountain is not very prosperous, but it still has a lively atmosphere. In the early morning, many families have already opened their doors on the streets.

"Hey! You weirdo! What are you doing here?!"

Ke Ling stood on the street, reminiscing about his lost "life," when someone approached him.

Hmm, it seems there's more than one person, and some of them are even carrying guns—not cold weapons, but old-fashioned bolt-action rifles.

"Forehead"

Ke Ling was a little confused. He immediately checked and confirmed that he had indeed used optical camouflage to hide the horns on his head.

These villagers in front of you are clearly not from a game where you can share nuclear fusion technology; they have no way of knowing you're a fraud!

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!!!"

However, Ke Ling's actions clearly caused a misunderstanding, and the villagers opposite her, who were holding guns, started shouting and looked very nervous.

"I'm sorry, but did I do something wrong?"

Ke Ling felt somewhat helpless. He had simply stood on the street silently lamenting the passing of his "life." What had he done to deserve this?!

"This is too suspicious! Hand over the knife on your back!"

The man with the gun roared, and he was accompanied by several henchmen with sticks. They didn't look like policemen; they seemed to be militiamen.

""

After the man spoke, Ke Ling finally realized what was going on.

It is now the Taisho era, but the "Sword Abolition Edict" was issued as early as the Meiji era.

His blatant carrying of knives during this period naturally made him a suspect.

"A suspicious fellow, who came down from the mountain? Did you kill the Kamado family?!"

Before Ke Ling could say anything, the man with the gun continued, leaving Ke Ling dumbfounded. What the hell was this unexpected twist of fate?!

Second update~~~

No matter how many chapters or plot points a volume has, I will divide it into volumes whenever I change the world.

Since it's a crossover anime, there will definitely be worlds that you're interested in or not. Just choose which one to watch based on the volume title.

Chapter 58 Witcher Treatment

"Take him to the police station!"

"We can't let the murderer get away! Avenge the Kamado family!"

"Tanjiro was such a good kid, and yet he suffered such a thing."

The militiaman's words immediately aroused the anger of the crowd around him, who shouted that they should take Ke Ling to the police station.

It was clear that the villagers sympathized with the Zaomen family who lived on the mountain, but they obviously did not know the real situation.

Anyone who knows even a little bit of the truth wouldn't think it was Ke Ling with the knife who did it, since the Kamado family didn't die from knife wounds!

"I apologize, there might be some misunderstanding. I am a friend of Tanjiro Kamado, and I am here to help find the culprit. This sword is an heirloom from my family, and I brought it out specifically for self-defense."

Ke Ling politely bowed to everyone before beginning to explain, appearing as a calm and composed professional.

"Nonsense! This knife looks brand new. I'm a blacksmith, you can't fool us!"

One of the militiamen's henchmen shouted. The man who spoke was a big, burly fellow carrying a hammer; he certainly looked like a blacksmith.

Ke Ling's lips twitched. "You blacksmith, instead of focusing on your blacksmithing, what are you doing running around watching the show?"

But the guy selling the knife wasn't lying; he really did sell him a brand-new knife!

Ke Ling sighed inwardly, unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but in any case, the 150 yuan was well spent.

"You said you know Tanjiro? Is he alright? Where did he go?"

However, although Ke Ling's lies were exposed, the information involved still concerned the villagers.

Although the militiaman's face remained wary, he couldn't help but show concern, and the people around him had similar expressions.

Three or four days ago, the Kamado family on the mountain had an accident. The whole family died, except for Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado who survived.

They deduced this from the Kamado family's graves. They did not find the surviving Kamado siblings; they did not know where the two siblings had gone, and the villagers were very worried.

"He's fine, Nezuko is fine too. They went to Mount Sagiri and sought refuge with an old man named Urokodaki Sakonji, who is probably a distant relative or something."

Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down, Ke Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be mistaken for a perverted murderer as soon as he arrived, and he didn't want to take the blame for Muzan Kibutsuji.

But what he didn't expect was that Tanjiro Kamado's name would be so effective in this village?

"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright. This kid didn't even come to ask us for help!"

The militiamen and villagers breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew that Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado were not dead, they were still not entirely at ease.

""

Ke Ling paused for a moment. It was perfectly normal for Kamado Tanjiro not to come to the village, after all, he had a sister who had become a demon with him.

Judging from the attitude of these villagers, they are probably quite familiar with Nezuko Kamado. Tanjiro Kamado certainly wouldn't risk exposing himself by bringing his sister to the village.

"How's your investigation going? Have you found any clues?"

After a moment of reflection, the militiaman spoke again to Ke Ling, his expression softening somewhat.

"We found out. It wasn't done by a human, it was done by a ghost."

Ke Ling's expression was serious as he carefully observed the expressions of the villagers.

"?"

"Ghost? What nonsense is this guy talking about?"

"What ghosts? Isn't that from a story?"

The villagers were in an uproar, questioning Ke Ling's words, and their gazes towards him began to turn strange.

Ke Ling instantly realized that the existence of ghosts in this world was not a common knowledge. So what about the existence of ghost hunters?

"Are you a demon hunter?!"

Amidst the uproar among the villagers, an old man stepped forward, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Uncle Sanlang, don't listen to his nonsense. There are no ghosts or ghost hunters. It's just an old, outdated legend!"

The majority of villagers who disagreed with Ke Ling were young people, while those who remained silent were mostly older.

The old man was Sanlang, who lived at the foot of the mountain. The reason Ke Ling was surrounded was actually thanks to him.

He saw a man carrying a knife hurriedly coming down the mountain, so he quickly notified the village militia.

"That's right, I am a demon hunter."

Ke Ling immediately put on a disguise for himself: Who says ghosts can't be ghost hunters? Vampires can be vampire hunters too.

However, the fact that ghosts and ghost hunters are unknown to the world and are only circulated among the elderly has been regarded as legends by the young people, which is something Ke Ling did not expect.

Perhaps it's due to the times? By the Taisho era, Japan had already completed its Westernization, so the ancient local legends were no longer taken seriously by the young people who grew up during the Meiji era.

"I don't care if you're a demon slayer or not. The police station will take care of the Kamado family's affairs. For Tanjiro's sake, please leave the village immediately."

The militiaman was clearly not entirely convinced either, but instead of forcibly taking Ke Ling to the police station, he let her leave.

"Okay, thank you."

Ke Ling nodded decisively. From the villagers' chaotic conversation, he already knew what he wanted to know, and there was no need for him to stay here any longer.

Under the watchful eyes of the militia, Ke Ling left the village.

As Ke Ling walked out of the village, for some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of resonance with a certain profession that also specialized in killing monsters.

However, the scope of business for witchers and ghost hunters should be broader than that of the wizarding world, as the supernatural creatures in the wizarding world are at least known to the public and are far more dangerous than those in this world.

"The time flow is roughly 1:1, so only three or four days have passed here."

Walking along the mountain path, Ke Ling summarized the gains from this descent. First and foremost, she now understood the flow of time, which was of paramount importance.

Secondly, he knew he had to hide the knife; throwing it away was out of the question. If a battle broke out during the day, he couldn't rely on his claws; he could only rely on the knife and the gun.

Ke Ling found some dry grass and wrapped it around the knife. Although it was a bit like burying one's head in the sand, at least it wasn't so conspicuous anymore.

While searching for hay, Ke Ling also verified something else: the Shadow Wolf also produces that blood energy feedback when it kills an animal.

However, the blood energy feedback received was very weak, which may also be related to the fact that the animal killed was too weak.

Although the Shadow Wolf cannot exist in sunlight, it can still survive in the shade of the forest and can still help with hunting.

"The rats in these mountains are really unlucky."

Ke Ling quipped that his title of "Hundred Rat Slayer" was no joke.

The moment he glanced over, the rat that had darted out didn't dare move and was instantly killed by the shadow wolf with a single swipe of its claw.

"I wonder if killing a hundred different creatures would have a similar effect, or is it just that the rats are too weak?"

Ke Ling began to think that, apart from rats, the animals he had killed the most were monkeys and mechanical guards from biotechnology companies.

The next update will probably be very late~~~