[The author wrote this terribly, and it has a terrible ending too. Don't bother reading.]
Jiu Lijing is a ghost who doesn't know what he looks like.
No CP, selfcest | No System | Not invincible | Chaotic neutral | Just here for the fun
He doesn't like anything, and he doesn't hate anything. Even when he does, he's only pretending.
His Blood Demon Art is "Imitation": he can become anyone, summon puppets from mirrors, and create mirror mazes. His true body has no fighting ability, but no one can touch him.
If you like watching a protagonist play every role under the sun and toy with people's hearts; watching him juggle multiple secret identities and endless love-triangle chaos; or watching an empty person live as countless others in the cracks between worlds, welcome aboard.
He uses his dead wife's face to practice medicine, saving people while laughing to himself: "They're so easy to fool."
In front of the Demon Slayer Corps, he acts repentant, tormented, and devoted. Then he turns around and grovels before Muzan: "It is my honor to serve you, my lord."
Even his memories are an act, and even Muzan can't see through him.
He has played countless people, yet he doesn't know what he originally looked like.
He doesn't know what he wants. Maybe he never had a self to begin with.
Until the day of the final battle at Infinity Castle, when countless "Jiu Lijings" appeared at once and the Demon Slayer Corps members froze. Which one was the real one? None of them. Standing in the mirror maze, he didn't smile for the first time.
"I've had enough of pretending."
The author's work is great, very funny, I love it! Please update more!
Quite cute, the main character