Reincarnation: Begins with the life of a black-energy immortal boy

Chapter 138 New World and Awakening
Tokyo is a prosperous city and also an extremely densely populated city.

In addition to the bright and beautiful performance, there is also filth in the dark.

"Damn bastard, why don't you run?" Several young men who looked like Japanese biker gangs blocked both ends of the dark and remote alley.

A handsome, masculine young man frowned and looked at these guys.

The man didn't waste any time and took out a pen from his pocket, ready to use it as a weapon.

"Finally I caught you. Let's see how arrogant you can be this time." A younger man with blond hair walked over with a baseball bat and an arrogant look on his face.

"Guchuan, this is the boy who seduced your childhood sweetheart. He's so handsome, no wonder he succeeded." A bald young man who was obviously older laughed mockingly from behind.

"Asshole, it's all because of you, otherwise Meiwa wouldn't ignore me." The young man named Furukawa was a little angry, but he didn't dare to get angry at the violent people behind him, so he could only yell at Zhou Ming.

"Turns out they're bootlickers!" Zhou Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Originally, after school, he was suddenly surrounded by this group of people. He thought they were gangsters, but they turned out to be a bunch of punks.

"Meihe, oh! It's that school beauty." Zhou Ming looked like I just realized something, then laughed and said, "The one who pretended to be drunk after drinking a glass of wine and stuck to me. I'm really sorry, I was busy at the time and ignored her, otherwise I should have been able to get the first blood."

As expected, the provocative words made Furukawa's eyes red. His anger overwhelmed his rationality, and he rushed forward with a baseball in his hand.

This is exactly the result Zhou Ming wanted. Ordinary people don’t subconsciously close their eyes when fighting. This is a talent.

He dodged the baseball bat and grabbed it quickly and accurately.

With his other hand, he grabbed the pen and stabbed his wrist hard.

"what!"

The severe pain in his wrist made him subconsciously let go of the baseball bat. Zhou Ming snatched it away and kicked it away.

Furukawa took several steps back and fell to the ground.

This scene shocked everyone. The pen in Zhou Ming's hand was bleeding, and the other hand was holding a baseball bat.

"Blood! I'm bleeding, it hurts so much! It hurts so much..." Furukawa screamed.

"Everyone, I don't know if this guy has told you that I am an international student. If you don't want to cause a diplomatic dispute, just leave quickly and I will pretend that this incident never happened!" Zhou Ming said, shaking off the blood on his pen.

The blood and casualties, coupled with the serious consequences, should be able to deter this group of people.

There was nothing wrong with Zhou Ming's idea, but he misjudged one thing: these were a group of bikers, not domestic thugs.

Bosozoku are a group of abnormal people. As long as it can show their difference, they will do anything, even urinating and defecating anywhere.

This comes from an extremely low self-esteem.

The bald man, feeling humiliated, rushed forward with a baseball bat in hand.

"on!"

Zhou Ming's face changed slightly, what a bunch of lunatics.

A fight broke out immediately. Even though Zhou Ming was very fierce, he did not have much real combat experience, and two fists were no match for four hands.

"Boom!"

Zhou Ming was hit on the head by a stick and was completely stunned, but at this moment, it seemed something was different.

The bald man rushed over and was about to hit Zhou Ming on the head with a baseball bat.

Without even looking, Zhou Ming dodged and waved his left hand forward.

"Ah!" With a short scream, the bald man fell backwards and fell to the ground. Half an inch of the pen was exposed in his eye sockets and his body kept twitching.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly become silent, and everyone was looking at the bald man who fell to the ground.

"Brother...are you...are you okay?" someone stuttered.

They stopped, and woke Zhou Ming up completely, but they were not prepared to stop. "Bang! Plop!"

A stick hit him and a biker fell to the ground with his head bursting.

The same strength, the same body, but without the experience and familiarity, Zhou Ming was able to achieve greater results.

Banging sounds continued to ring out. Zhou Ming seemed to have eyes on his back. He easily dodged the attacks and cracked the heads one by one.

"Japan? Why are they here?" Zhou Ming was relaxed and seemed to be sleepwalking as he beat the group of bikers to death, not planning to let any of them go.

However, he was thinking about other things in his mind. He was so relaxed and at ease, not taking the legal society seriously. It was because Zhou Ming had already realized that this was an extraordinary world and knew what kind of world it was.

"This black, smoky negative energy, the strange monsters on the wall that cannot be seen by ordinary people, and the abilities that appear in my soul..." Zhou Ming looked at the dark alley. Some ghosts that were obviously invisible to others appeared around him.

"This should be a curse, right? Curse battle?" Zhou Ming smashed the last person's head with a stick.

Seven or eight corpses were lying on the ground with blood flowing out. The air was filled with a bloody smell. I reached out and touched my forehead, and could feel the wetness of blood.

"Curse? This system seems to be a patchwork, partially borrowing from the telekinesis of Hunter x Hunter!" Zhou Ming felt his brain.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, the basis of the extraordinary system is everyone's negative emotions.

All the people in the world exude negative emotions from their bodies, which come together to form a curse.

Eighty percent of them are concentrated in Japan. This is the setting of the original work, and there is no explanation for the reason.

But judging from the original work, it may be because there is a great Tengen barrier in Japan that covers the entire Japan, attracting curses from all over the world and concentrating them here.

On this extraordinary foundation, cursed spirits and sorcerers were born.

The cursed spirits are the twisted lives that are invisible to ordinary people and are divided into level one, level four and special level.

Level 4 is the weakest, and level 3 is the strongest. Ordinary people cannot see it and it is difficult to attack.

It was said in the original book that if a physical attack was possible, an adult with a baseball bat could deal with a fourth-level cursed spirit.

A third-level cursed spirit requires a pistol, a second-level one requires a shotgun, and the first-level is a qualitative change. It is extremely powerful and even a tank is no match for it.

Special-grade cursed spirits have the power to easily destroy buildings, and some are so powerful that they can even destroy streets.

Spells, also known as innate spells, are innate abilities that one is born with and have a chance of being passed down.

The difference between a second-level curse spirit and a quasi-first-level curse spirit is whether or not they possess spells.

After that, there is an essential division in intensity.

Corresponding to the cursed spirits are the sorcerers among humans.

Everyone in this world can emit negative emotions, which is the basis of everything, but it does not mean that everyone can become a sorcerer.

To become a sorcerer, three basic conditions must be met: negative emotions must be transformed into spell power, the soul must contain spells, and the brain structure must be able to manifest them.

Most sorcerers have natural spells, but there are a few who only have cursed power.

Zhou Ming originally did not have the corresponding brain structure, nor did he have any cursed power, but he was born with an extraordinary inner self and did possess the ability to cast curses.

After waking up, the brain was influenced by the soul and changed, giving rise to cursed power.

Able to use the technique of birth.

"Buzz!"

As soon as the last person died, something strange happened in the sky. An opaque black and purple energy appeared in the sky, and finally fell in all directions like a curtain.

"Ten? This kind of barrier technique is quite different." Zhou Ming looked up at the sky with his eyes slightly narrowed.

(End of this chapter)