Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

On the screen of light, the images and text about Wu Yuanzhen completely disappeared. Before the atmosphere, filled with tragedy and absurdity, had completely dissipated, a new scroll slowly unfolded before the audience of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

There were no rousing war drums, nor passionate roars.

Instead, there was a kind of oppressive silence.

Huang Liang was the greatest enemy the three children encountered on their journey to Dongting Lake. He was simple, unassuming, gentle, and unassuming, yet possessed truly formidable supernatural powers.

Spells return to the world.

Inside the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School, Gojo Satoru, known as the "strongest in modern times," rested his chin on one hand, his azure eyes behind his sunglasses gleaming with intense interest.

"Oh ho? I like this kind of setting." Gojo Satoru's tone was relaxed, as if he were commenting on a dessert. "Simple, unassuming, and gentle? These kinds of people are often the most troublesome. Unlike those guys who wear 'I'm the villain' on their sleeves from the start, they're like undercurrents in deep waters, seemingly calm but capable of swirling up even top-tier cursed spirits if you're not careful. Their composure and calmness indicate a stable mindset, meaning they won't be easily provoked, which makes them much harder to deal with than those simple-minded muscle-bound idiots. Isn't this the type like Megumi? It's just that this guy named Huang Liang seems to have a heavier psychological burden."

Inside the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai, who was flipping through "The Complete Suicide Manual" on the sofa, lazily raised his eyelids upon hearing this description.

"Hmm~ Simple and unassuming? Gentle and refined? These are truly... the most suitable qualities for disguise." Dazai Osamu's voice carried a unique, worldly-wise tone. "When a person hides himself under the label of 'harmless,' either he is truly innocent and harmless, or... he is the ultimate predator. Judging from the fact that he has become the 'greatest enemy,' it is clearly the latter. It's like hiding deadly poison in the most exquisite wagashi, waiting for the prey to bite into it without any precautions. Truly, a delightful art."

Kunikida Doppo, standing next to him, pushed up his glasses forcefully, his brow furrowed. "Dazai! Don't judge everyone with your dark thoughts! Can't gentleness and refinement be the true qualities of a strong person? That precisely demonstrates their high level of martial virtue and cultivation! You, a bandage-wasting device who only thinks about slacking off and suicide every day, simply cannot understand this realm!"

Before the age of six, Huang Liang's only dream was to be a schoolteacher; he never imagined he would one day become a seeker of Dharma and a Dharma master. After he turned six, young Huang Liang was stolen from his village by a seeker of Dharma.

Countless worlds before the light screen simultaneously let out a sigh. It was another familiar beginning.

The world of Fullmetal Alchemist.

In the Central Command office, Edward Elric jumped up from his chair, his mechanical fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"It's happening again! Damn it!" The tiny alchemist's face was filled with rage. "A child who wanted to be a teacher, an ordinary person's dream, just ruined by a so-called 'seeker of the law'! How dare they! Do these bastards who possess extraordinary powers think they can trample on the lives and wishes of ordinary people at will?! What's the difference between them and those scum who use the Philosopher's Stone to create human transmutations?!"

Colonel Roy Mustang, sitting opposite him, appeared much calmer. He crossed his arms, his eyes deep and thoughtful: "The difference is that those who do this often cloak themselves in a noble guise, such as 'it's for your own good,' or 'it's your destiny.' In the end, there's no difference. A person's fate is forcibly reversed; the happiness they might have had is replaced by a thorny path they never chose. This isn't an equal exchange; it's blatant plunder."

"Time Agent" Photo Studio.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoshi immediately cried out in empathy, "This won't do! It's too tragic! Six years old, only six years old! His dream was to be a teacher, such a good child! And he was just kidnapped like that? This is outright human trafficking! Lu Guang, if we received a case like this, do you think we could just go in and beat up that human trafficker?"

Lu Guang remained expressionless, staring at the screen, his voice as cold as ice: "Our principle is that we cannot interfere with the past, especially not with people from the past. Besides, beating him up won't change the fact that Huang Liang has already been taken away. Your current emotional fluctuations are meaningless."

The seeker of the Dharma was a minor sect leader whose disciples lacked discernment. He recognized Huang Liang's exceptional talent and forcibly took him as his disciple.

In the library of the Thousand Sunny in the world of One Piece.

Nicole Robin gently closed the rubbing of the historical text in her hand, a smile of interest curving her lips.

"Hehehe... What a typical plot. A foolish and greedy 'teacher' discovers an unpolished 'treasure.'" Her voice was full of unique charm, carrying a hint of worldly-wise cynicism. "He can't see his disciple's future, only what the disciple's 'aptitude' can bring him. He calls it taking on a disciple, but it's really an investment. Unfortunately, this kind of investment is full of risks from the very beginning, because he's not investing in an inanimate object, but a living person. The human heart is more unpredictable than the most turbulent sea."

[That sect's supernatural powers mainly rely on stealing the magical power of other disciples to enhance their own. Whenever the sect leader engages in magical duels with others or wants to kill a mage for bounties and treasures, he will bring Huang Liang and the others down the mountain to extract their magical power on the spot.]

In the training room on the second floor of Happy Internet Cafe, Ye Xiu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned lazily back in his gaming chair. When he saw this subtitle, he couldn't help but flick the ash off his cigarette.

"Wow, this is a dirty trick," he commented. "This isn't a sect, it's just a production base for portable power banks! The sect leader is the phone, and the disciples are the power banks. When they run out of power, they just plug them in for a quick charge. And it's fast charging, they just drain the battery on the spot, that's ruthless. This sect leader must be fierce in team battles, with an infinite mana bar. But even goblins know to bite when they're attacked. If you treat people like expendable resources, don't blame them for using you as experience points later. From a tactical point of view, this business is too risky an investment, it's bound to collapse sooner or later."

The world of Fox Spirit Matchmaker.

Bai Yuechu was lying on the ground, eating snacks while watching the light screen. Upon seeing this description, he immediately sat up.

"Damn it! Isn't this treating people like disposable magic weapons?! Use them and then throw them away!" He shouted, his mouth full of potato chip crumbs, "This is outrageous! It's even worse than making me risk my life for those colorful sticks! At least with those, I can actually eat them. What are they doing having their magic drained? Just to boost the boss's sales figures? Taoist brother, don't you think this counts as child labor abuse? It definitely does! We have to report this! Fine them until they're bankrupt, and all the snacks are mine!"

When Huang Liang was eleven years old, he experienced a great battle. All of Huang Liang's close friends were drained of their magical power and died. Even the usually aloof Huang Liang felt anger during that time. Huang Liang liked that moment; it was when he felt most human.

The hearts of the audience across the myriad realms clenched at the sound of those words.

In the world of Attack on Titan, at the Survey Corps camp.

Captain Levi was wiping his 3D Maneuver Gear, the blades reflecting a cold light, which also reflected on his expressionless face.

"Tch." He let out a disdainful snort, but his hands didn't stop moving. "So you finally know what anger is. Not too late. The feeling of helplessness when a friend dies before your eyes does make you feel like a 'human.' Because only humans get angry over things like that. Beasts just howl and then forget. You like that moment? Hmph, don't be ridiculous, that's just the beginning of hell. But it's fine. With this anger, at least you can chop off a few more giants' napes before you die."

In the world of Jujutsu Returns to Battle, Yuujin Itadori clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

"A friend...died because of me..." He lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, the faces of the departed flashing through his mind. "That feeling...I know. That anger, not because of anything else, but because of one's own weakness! Because of one's inability to do anything! He...he actually said he liked himself in that moment...not because he was a pervert, but because in that moment, he finally found something more important than his own life, found a reason to fight at all costs. That anger is proof that he lived."

When Huang Liang was nineteen, the sect leader encountered Pan Nanjun. The sect leader wanted to use a supernatural power capable of draining all his disciples dry in a desperate attempt. However, the sect leader did not expect that Huang Liang's supernatural power, which he had cultivated in the sect, had surpassed his own. Huang Liang actually began to draw the sect leader's magical power back, draining the sect leader dry until he died.

When that line of text appeared, the atmosphere in front of the screen was instantly ignited! The pent-up frustration that had been building up for so long transformed into a burst of exhilarating amazement!

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands so hard that his sunglasses almost flew off.

"Here it comes—! A classic remake! The underdog triumphs!" He laughed heartily, as if he were witnessing some incredible spectacle. "'You want to suck me in? Sorry, my suction is stronger than yours!' Hahahaha! Brilliant! Using the method you taught me, I'll send you to hell! This is the perfect revenge! Well done, kid Huang Liang! I declare that from today onwards, he is my unilaterally recognized student! This kind of taste is one in a million! That's how it has to be—unexpected—to truly shock those self-righteous old geezers!"

Ye Xiu of Happy also exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, a "just as I thought" smile appearing on his lips.

"Heh, the time has come. Eight years of forbearance, and now it's all erupting. This kid's a tactical mastermind," Ye Xiu commented. "It's not that he lacked the ability to fight back, but rather that he was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an enemy to be at their weakest, most arrogant, and have revealed all their trump cards. This 'Sect Leader' thought he was about to unleash his ultimate move in a desperate attempt, but he didn't expect that his ultimate move was actually a kill signal sent to Huang Liang. This operation was professional-level; awareness, timing, and execution were all top-notch. A textbook example of defense and counter-attack. Beautiful."

Nicole Robin watched this scene, her smile deepening—a beauty that blended admiration and cruelty.

"Heh... The student surpasses the teacher, utterly devouring the master. I'll use the 'curse' you bestowed upon me to end your life. What an ironic closed loop. History always completes its cycle in the most elegant yet cruel way. That sect leader, only in his dying moments, truly understood how terrifying the 'supernatural power' he created was."

However, once Huang Liang came to his senses...

The scene abruptly ends, leaving the story at its climax with an ending that invites endless contemplation.

Cheng Xiaoshi practically pressed her face against the light screen: "That's it?! That's it?! What happened after he came to his senses? What happened to him? Did he regret it? Or did he completely turn evil? Or is he just standing there thinking about what to eat next? Tell me!"

Lu Guang frowned, a rare occurrence for him: "The narrative rhythm is interrupted here to emphasize the consequences of this action. The moment of revenge is exhilarating, but what remains when the anger subsides? Emptiness? Confusion? Or a new beginning? This is where the true story of this character begins."

Inside the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai Osamu's smile vanished. He stared silently at the words, his iris-colored eyes a bottomless void.

"Come back to reality, ah... what a terrible sentence," he murmured, as if speaking to himself. "People are always driven by emotions and instincts at certain moments, doing things they can't even control. But when the tide recedes, looking at the mess on the ground, and a pair of hands stained with blood... that's the harshest judgment. I wonder if this Mr. Huang Liang, when he 'comes back to reality,' will see himself and feel... the urge to disappear from this world?"