Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

The next day, after not sleeping all night, Itadori Yasuke suddenly felt no longer tired and his body was no longer exhausted, realizing that his time was coming to an end.

Just as he was wondering if Itadori would come today, Itadori Hisahito appeared at the ward door with a bouquet of flowers.

The previously worried Itadori Yasuke suddenly shouted:

"Baka! I told you not to come, stop showing up all the time when there's nothing wrong with you."

Having long been accustomed to his grandfather's sharp tongue but kind heart, Huzhang casually walked to the windowsill, began arranging the packaged flowers, and retorted:

"Isn't this the same as usual? Besides, the flowers aren't for you, they're for the nurse."

Just as he was about to retort, Itadori Yasuke remembered the follow-up conversation he had with Locke the day before.

"Although my goal was to get close to you and find the problems that hadn't been resolved before, I also sincerely hope that you won't leave with any regrets during the time we've spent together."

"My adoptive father in this life was a very old and reclusive man. He betrayed his country and class, and also betrayed his comrades. He could not forgive himself until his death and chose to leave alone."

"I don't know what happened to him back then. I only know that until his death, he chose to leave alone with all his sins and a curse on himself. He never thought that this would only cause pain to the survivors and become a real regret."

"So, I think whatever happened to Itajō, it's not your fault, and you don't need to blame yourself. All you need to do is say goodbye to him properly and not let it become an irreparable regret."

Thinking of this, Itadori Yasuke abandoned his usual demeanor, looked at his proud grandson, and realized that no matter what, he still couldn't put his mind at ease and let him face all of this alone.

As expected, I guess I have no choice but to entrust Hisahito to...that person.

"Hisuhito."

Seeing his grandfather's sudden change in tone, a bad premonition filled Itadori Yuuji's body. He calmed down and obediently asked:

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"Come here and sit down."

Putting down the flowers in his hand, Yuji Itari sat obediently beside his grandfather, watching his grandfather hold his hand without saying a word.

"Hirujin, I know you don't want to hear about your parents, but you'll have to face it someday. If you really want to know something, go ask Mr. Nosaka. He's someone you can trust no matter what."

Upon hearing Nosaka's name, Yuuji Itadori was clearly taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was his grandfather's attending physician, Locke Nosaka.

"Remember, Youri, you are very strong, so you should help others and save others. But you are not strong enough yet, so whatever you do, you can only do it within your own power."

He paused, his breath growing weaker, yet he still stubbornly insisted:

"Save as many people as you can, even if you don't get thanks or understanding. If you feel lost, don't worry. Just do your best to save others."

As his voice faded, Yamasuke's gaze gradually unfocused, but suddenly a glimmer of light returned as he stared at Hisahito's face, speaking slowly and deliberately, with a final mix of expectation and regret:

"You must die surrounded by a crowd."

"Please don't end up like me, with so many regrets but unable to do anything about it. But... it doesn't matter anymore."

The last few words were as light as a wisp of smoke. The moment the words fell, Yamasuke suddenly loosened his grip on his hand, which slowly fell to his sides.

Yuji Itadori stood frozen in place, staring blankly at his grandfather's closed eyes. His familiar face was devoid of any expression, and even the last bit of warmth was slowly dissipating.

He felt cold all over, as if all his strength had been drained away. Even breathing was painful. His only relative had left him. The immense grief and confusion overwhelmed him, and he couldn't come to his senses for a long time. Even his tears seemed to be frozen in his eyes, too heavy to fall.

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In a cemetery in Tokyo, Locke, dressed in a trench coat, gazed at the tombstones in front of him in the setting sun, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Old man, my sister won't be coming to see you this year. Her condition isn't very good either, so I'm making this trip for her. Please don't bother her."

"Thinking about it, I'm already thirty-six this year, and sixty in my previous life. I was originally planning to live out this year peacefully and then go back, but it just so happens that this year, things have finally changed."

Born in the last century, Locke was reincarnated and found himself in Japan, where he was adopted by an old man as an orphan.

Perhaps because he was an ordinary person at the beginning, he didn't fully awaken his memories of his past life until he was twelve years old, when his brain had almost fully developed. He also figured out why he always felt like he saw ghosts when he was a child, and the garbled system interface.

Then the garbled system accompanied him for more than 20 years. He had given up and was preparing to pack his things and go back to prison to live out his next life when he woke up again.

Thinking of this, Locke bent down and carefully wiped his adoptive father's tombstone, his voice soft but full of deep emotion:

"In the two years before you left, you always said that the people of this country were cursed. But it is precisely because of this that those kind people who uphold their conscience and follow the right path are all the more precious. I agree with what you said, but this hurdle in my heart has been troubling me for a long time, and I still can't get over it."

"It wasn't until I personally experienced the taste of revenge that I suddenly realized that there is no such thing as empathy for hatred, let alone forgiveness. There are some things that I have no right to do, and neither do you."

That's why I realized that although you never said it, deep down you always viewed me as a saint and hoped I could change everything.

But you're wrong. I'm just an ordinary person who was lucky enough to live a second life. I'm neither the living Buddha you see, nor a saint who can save everything. I only help people because of your kindness in raising me, let alone make any changes.

So, since you didn't ask me to do that, I won't. I'll just do what I'm supposed to do in my current role.

"Slay the demons and save the innocent!"

As he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew past Locke, and Locke stood up, stretched, and said contentedly:

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. Anyway, you helped fight them back then, so you should be able to understand me. I'll just fight the cursed spirits and deal with the Su Nuo to prevent so many people from dying unnatural deaths, as a way of repaying your kindness in raising me."

After saying that, Locke turned around and prepared to leave, waving to his adoptive father's tombstone.

"I'm leaving now, old man. I'll chat with you again next time I come to see you."

Unbeknownst to him, a wanderer who existed only in his field of vision leaned against a tree, looked at him, nodded, and then disappeared.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, Locke's phone suddenly rang. He looked at it and saw that it was the head nurse calling.

"Feed... Huh? Say that again? WC? Mr. Tiger Rod is gone?"

Based on Locke's years of medical experience, he estimated that Itadori Yamasuke should have been able to hold on for at least two more days. He never expected it to happen so quickly. And Itadori Yamasuke's death signifies one thing.

The Jujutsu Kaisen storyline is about to begin.

The Japanese knotweed is about to become a container.