Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Yasuyuki Itadori had a lot of complaints about his attending physician, Locke Nosaka.

Even though she had clearly stated that she didn't need any extra care from him, he would still take care of her from time to time, looking after this irritable, stubborn, and lonely old man.

To be honest, he couldn't think of any other reason besides coveting his inheritance, but considering the other party's social status and income, as well as his own meager inheritance, he felt it was unrealistic.

So he was puzzled as to why the other party would take such good care of an old man like him.

The thought of his impending death made him hesitate no longer, and he asked him directly.

"Locke, I'm a dying man, so I'll be frank: what is your purpose in approaching me?"

Faced with Itachi's almost pleading question, Locke took a pear out of a plastic bag on the bedside table, skillfully took out a knife and began to peel it before slowly revealing his purpose.

"I do have an ulterior motive for approaching you at the beginning, and I don't deny that. It's mainly because of your grandson, Hisahito Itadori."

Upon hearing the other party mention his grandson, Itadori Yasuke instantly became wary, but the other party's undisguised attitude put him in a difficult position.

"What do you mean? You have designs on my grandson? Could it be that you...?"

"There's something wrong with that child. His talent is terrifyingly high, but it's mixed with a very faint trace of evil energy that ordinary people can hardly detect. So one of his parents must have a serious problem."

After calmly stating his opinion, Locke handed the peeled pear to the other person. Itadori Yamasuke took it and was surprised to find that the pear looked incredibly smooth, with no trace of knife marks, and it didn't seem like a masterpiece made by human hands at all.

"But, no matter how I think about it, I don't feel that the problem lies with Mr. Itadori and your son, so the only explanation is that Hisahito's mother has a problem. In addition, after spending time together, I am even more certain of this guess."

Holding honey water in one hand and a pear in the other, Watanabe Yasuke felt a strong sense of unease as he thought of that woman.

His daughter-in-law was clearly dead, and the person with the stitches on her head was not the one he knew at all; she was a monster who had usurped his place.

"Just what do you know?"

A brief silence fell over the ward. Locke stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then, instead of directly answering Itadori Yamasuke's question, slowly began to recount his own background.

"Mr. Huzhang, you raised your grandson yourself, so you must know that when a child reaches the age of three, he will gradually systematize his scattered knowledge and thus establish the most basic cognitive system of the world."

At his age, Itadori Yasuke naturally understood the deeper meaning in Locke's words. Every child is born like a blank sheet of paper, and parents are their first teachers in understanding the world, gradually teaching them to see everything around them clearly.

From learning to eat on their own and go to bed on time, to asking adults for help when things happen, these kinds of small things help children gradually transform from ignorant little animals into real people.

To be honest, this reminded him of Yuhito when he was little. He never cried or made a fuss and was so obedient that it broke his heart. Even though he knew that the child was born to that woman, he still refused to look at his grandson with any different eyes.

"But I'm different."

Locke's voice softened, carrying a hint of solemnity.

"For other children, it was their first time seeing the world, but for me it was like reuniting with an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time, looking at the world and everything around me anew, because for me, everything in front of me was much the same as what I remembered."

Locke's serious and focused expression, coupled with the intriguing meaning in his words, completely convinced Itadori Yasuke of his judgment: this man was no ordinary person.

The other party's words were all too obvious, seemingly telling him that he was like a god in legends, born with extraordinary wisdom and insightful thinking.

"Actually, I realized my specialness a long time ago." Locke's voice was calm, but it carried an indescribable weight. "From time to time, memories that don't belong to me would surface in my mind. Sometimes it was a ninja hiding in the shadows, sometimes a martial artist pursuing a powerful enemy, sometimes a king who had nothing, and sometimes a guy who called himself a weirdo."

And amidst these chaotic fragments, what is most repeatedly reflected and etched most deeply is the past of a wandering samurai.

With a furrowed brow, Itadori Yamasuke pressed on in a deep voice, "What exactly do you mean by that? Are you trying to say that you are a legendary god?"

Faced with the old man's doubts, Locke calmly recited a passage of Sanskrit scripture.

"Ignorance conditions volitional formations; volitional formations condition consciousness; consciousness conditions name and form; name and form condition the six sense bases; the six sense bases condition contact; contact conditions feeling; feeling conditions craving; craving conditions clinging; clinging conditions becoming; becoming conditions birth; birth conditions old age and death; sorrow, grief, pain, and distress are the great sources of suffering."

After waiting for a while without any response, Locke realized that the other party had not understood at all, so he explained:

"...Because of ignorance (delusion) and karma (cause and effect of actions), sentient beings are endlessly transmigrating through the six realms of existence. Only through spiritual practice and enlightenment can they escape the cycle of rebirth and attain Nirvana. This is a Buddhist concept."

"The souls of all people are trapped in this cycle of reincarnation, going from one body to another with the cycle of life and death, and finally becoming completely new beings, surging and sinking in the endless cycle of reincarnation, unable to control their own destiny."

But I am neither within this cycle of cause and effect, yet I am always caught in its tide.

"You ask me if I am a god, and my answer is that I don't know. I have tried to find the answer and, with the aim of finding myself, I have devoted myself to religion."

Shintoism calls me a divinely ordained being, Buddhism regards me as a living Buddha, Taoism says I have unraveled the mystery of the womb, Christianity praises me as a living saint, and Hinduism says I am a wise man about to unite with Brahman.

After a slight pause, Locke looked at Itadori Yasuke, whose eyes were filled with confusion and shock, and asked in a deep voice:

"So, Mr. Itadori, what do you think I am?"

Wasuke Itadori was stunned, completely at a loss for words to answer the "doctor" before him. All he knew was that what had happened in his family was perhaps far more serious than he had imagined.

When faced with things he couldn't understand, Yasusuke Itadori chose to make decisions based on his most familiar style of doing things.

"Prove it to me."

Locke paused for a moment, looking at the defiant old man in front of him as if asking a question.

"If what you're saying is true, then you must possess special abilities just like them. Whatever you want to do, you'll definitely need my help, so prove it to me first before we talk about anything else."

Upon hearing this, Locke laughed, ran his right hand down his forehead, and said:

"As you wish, Sukuna's half."

The next second, Locke, who possessed the charm of a mature man, disappeared, replaced by an unremarkable middle-aged man dressed in traditional samurai attire from Japan's Sengoku period.

He began by introducing himself to Itadori Yasusuke in a reassuring voice:

"If that's your capacity, then you'll need to reintroduce yourself."

"My name is Nishikita Kojuro Keiryu."

"I was once a wandering knight who slew demons and monsters."