Then a scream rang out.
Beside the hot spring!
Mitsuri Kanroji sat stiffly in a bathrobe, her face as red as an apple.
Her brain seemed to have lost the ability to think.
I... I'm done for.
He... he saw... I'm sullied now!
"Contractor, you summoned me. Are you just going to sit there without saying anything?"
Lin Luo sat casually, a faint glint flickering in his eyes.
The instant he saw Mitsuri Kanroji, Lin Luo knew which world he had come to.
The Demon Slayer World. It was hugely popular in my previous life.
And the future Love Hashira before him apparently hadn't joined the Demon Slayer Corps yet.
That meant the story hadn't begun.
Still, this world had things he needed.
By his standards of strength, this world was very low-level.
But even if its various breathing styles wouldn't help him grow stronger, he could still milk them for a few Root points.
Most importantly...
Although Muzan was a scumbag, his immortal body would be quite appealing once its weakness to sunlight was gone.
At least in Lin Luo's world, that level of immortality was already considered impressive.
Though he had no use for it himself, letting his Familiars' families benefit from it would be nice.
"Are you really a Devil?"
Taking a deep breath, Mitsuri Kanroji asked nervously, "This isn't some clever illusion, is it?"
"Of course not."
Lin Luo smiled, and pitch-black wings unfurled from his back.
"I'm a genuine Devil, you know."
"..."
Oh no, he's actually a Devil?
What was I thinking? How could I summon a Devil?
Mitsuri Kanroji trembled slightly, grief already flooding her heart.
With a thud, she dropped into a dogeza with the most flawless form she had ever managed.
"Mr. Devil, I was being foolish. Could you please go