Chapter 272 I’m Not a Cyber ​​Mentally Ill Person

Ubuyashiki Kagaya knelt blankly in place. Although he was blind, his keen perception clearly told him that Muzan was no more!

"S... Senior? No! My Lord?" Ubuyashiki Kagaya trembled all over, his hands pressing hard against the tatami mat. Tears slid from the corners of his ulcerated eyes as he prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing. "You... Who on earth are you..."

"Ah! I’m just a hero for fun, who happened to be passing by here!"

Lucas yawned.

After Muzan was erased with a flick of a finger, the curse that had loomed over the head of the Ubuyashiki clan completely vanished into ashes.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya revered Lucas like a true god, and everyone in the entire estate worshipped Lucas as a living deity.

Lucas was not in a hurry to leave either; tossing this little life around was quite nice. Later, planting a few Ideological Steel Stamps to smooth out historical turmoil could also be considered a small contribution.

Over the next few days, Ubuyashiki Kagaya almost exhausted his lifelong resources, arranging the Demon Slayer Corps and the absolute top beauties and dancing girls among the common folk in the most proper and meticulous manner.

Lucas was a little dissatisfied!

Which hero could withstand this kind of test?

Bring Mitsuri out here!

Beneath the swaying wisteria corridors, the zither music lingered softly, and a faint fragrance drifted in the air.

The Love Hashira, Kanroji Mitsuri, wearing her classic open-chested Demon Slayer Corps uniform, was presenting a kagura dance to Lucas using her Love Breathing.

Lucas reclined sideways on the soft couch while Kochou Shinobu held a tray of fine sake, her inner anger having subsided quite a bit.

I have to say.

The beauties of Demon Slayer were all quite petite, yet those small bodies contained immense energy. Take the Love Hashira, for example—that bursting-at-the-seams fullness simply overshadowed all others.

However, Lucas also noticed the Serpent Hashira.

That fellow looked as if he had knocked over a jar of vinegar, his face full of lingering resentment, yet he dared not disobey the master’s command.

Lucas shook his head.

He was purely appreciating the figures of beauties. Having walked through so many Worlds, he had seen thousands upon thousands of women; he wouldn’t stoop to learning the bad habits of the company president!

As for Kochou Shinobu, who was in charge of pouring wine on the side, she was quite a bit interested in Lucas. Deep down, anger was always buried inside her—anger towards demons, anger towards the family members she had once lost.

As a result, before the great battle had even officially unfolded, Muzan kicked the bucket!

The demons linked to him would also die one after another. Even if some could drag out an ignoble existence, popping up as a few anomalies, they were no match for the Demon Slayer Corps.

The Demon Slayer Corps had now fully taken the upper hand.

During this period, Kamado Tanjiro brought Nezuko to pay a visit. Nezuko, looking like a porcelain doll, blinked her large pink eyes, curiously gazing at the man lying sideways on the main seat.

That man was simply terrifyingly tall and sturdy.

"Tch! As expected of Tanjiro, his heart is indeed clear and pure. What a pity, awakening the Demon Slayer Mark means overdrawing one’s life. Without external interference, he is destined not to live past twenty-five. All the Hashira who have awakened the mark share this same destiny!"

Lucas flicked his finger casually, improving Tanjiro’s physical condition.

He wouldn’t manage the rest too much; the Demon Slayer Corps would disappear into history sooner or later. Before leaving, Lucas planted a few Ideological Steel Stamps, so that the tragic states of later generations probably wouldn’t happen.

But vigilance was still needed, after all...

...

"Let’s roll! I’m not even asking you to teleport me to the exact right location anymore, just don’t send me to some overpowered World!" Lucas was speechless at the damn system. If it got him sent to Dragon Ball next time, he really wouldn’t even be able to cry.

The World spun around.

The air was filled with a scent of synthetic engine oil, cheap artificial meat flavoring, and the scorched odors of various electronic ozones.

In a safe house in Watson, Night City.

The room appeared exceptionally messy, flashing with red and blue neon lights. On the holographic projection screen, messages from the Badlands were densely listed—Panam had given a few more commission operation arrangements.

They were all not very wealthy gigs, but for the sake of friendship, she could still help out.

V sat on the leather swivel chair, carelessly crossing a pair of straight, slender legs that were blindingly fair, taut, and firm, looking just like they were modded!

This aloof and stunning mercenary was currently biting on half a cigarette of cheap synthetic tobacco, exhaling puffs of smoke.

Just a short while ago, relying on Compound V given by Lucas, V fought all the way from the north street to the south street like a cyberpsycho, forcibly blasting her way through Arasaka Tower. Johnny couldn’t help calling her an expert!

That battle still left people tongue-tied to this day.

Arasaka’s mecha legion, along with MaxTac who had been called in, even if they rushed up together, were torn raw into scrap metal by V’s bare flesh. The original ’turn my broken body into raging fire’ had now turned into making other people’s broken bodies into raging fire.

Adam Smasher didn’t manage to hold out for long either; he was rammed right over by V like a speed bump, and the last few ounces of flesh all over his body were trampled into powder.

The current V was completely the self in Johnny’s eyes.

But V could also tell that Johnny was just bullshitting. With someone like him, Adam Smasher hadn’t even taken him seriously; after she asked for a long time, Adam Smasher couldn’t even remember such a person.

This pissed Johnny off so much that he told V to run him over.

"V, you are already a living legend of Night City. Why are you still taking this kind of trash gig? For a friend? You really are a living saint!"

Within V’s field of vision, Johnny was leaning against the wall, just like some damn electronic ghost.

"Shut up, Johnny! Fuck... what living legend is there in Night City? As for this lady being a true legend, I’m just short of lying in the grave and taking my last breath!"

No matter how strong her superpowers were, they couldn’t solve the mind invasion in her brain. Johnny’s consciousness was still like a maggot clinging to bone, devouring her neural center, except that it had been suppressed, so she hadn’t died yet.

Then.

A tall and robust youth suddenly appeared inside the room.

"Fuck! What kind of cyber ghost is that?!"

Startled, V catapulted herself out of the swivel chair, subconsciously pressing her hand against the sidearm at her waist, her whole body’s muscles taut like a female panther!

"Holy shit! It’s you!"

Lucas looked at V before him, revealing a hint of appreciation.

V’s looks were quite high! Especially this outfit of hers, looking just like a joytoy!

"Awesome, V! Haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’re out taking gigs wearing a joytoy outfit again. What, not running the streets anymore, changed to working at Lizzie’s Bar?"

V rolled her eyes to the heavens. Facing her savior, she somehow managed not to throw a fit.

She tugged at the leather miniskirt on her body: "What do you know? I’m carrying out a covert mission! This is called tactical concealment! Do you understand tactics?"

"Oh my, isn’t it just seducing others seductively and then stealthily achieving your ulterior motives? I get it all! I just didn’t expect you to do this kind of thing too!" Lucas said.

Johnny was completely dumbfounded.

He had no idea what was happening at all.

[Hey! V! Did you fucking see that? Where did this kid crawl out from? No Sandevistan trajectory, and no optical camouflage fluctuations! Damn it, is the cyberpsychosis in your brain already severe enough to materialize hallucinations into a Zhenren (Immortal)?]

"Shut up, Johnny! I’ve told you eight hundred times, I am not a cyberpsycho!" V rubbed her throbbing temples, cursing wildly in her mind.

"Hard to say!"