Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

After Locke's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the forest path, with only the sound of the wind swirling through broken branches and leaves, Lu Suo and Zhen Ren dared to slowly step into this messy forest, finally stopping beside the nearly 100-meter-deep pit cleaved by a hand chop.

The pit walls were as clean as if they had been sheared, and the faint white spiritual energy still lingered on the rock walls, carrying a slightly oppressive and righteous aura.

Lu Suo bent down and reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the cold rock of the pit wall, carefully stroking the faint trace of residual curse power. After analyzing it for a moment with a deep gaze, he turned to look at the real person beside him and said with certainty, "That power... is undoubtedly a pure positive-reversed curse power release. This guy is the natural enemy of you curse spirits."

The reactions of real people are the best proof.

He huddled behind a broken tree a few meters away, his magical power instinctively shrinking and tightening. He didn't dare look directly into the pit, nor did he dare take a single step closer, because he could feel that the positive energy remaining in the pit was a raging fire that could burn his soul.

"That guy, when he transforms, even the appearance of his soul changes."

"Oh?"

The real man's face was filled with lingering fear, and the scene from just now was churning in his eyes. Recalling that scene sent chills down his spine, and his tone was full of lingering fear: "Now that I think about it, his soul itself was very strange. An ordinary person's soul is in harmony with their physical appearance, but he was different."

After a brief pause, Zhenren's gaze was fixed on the deep pit in front of him, his throat bobbing involuntarily as he subconsciously swallowed.

Originally, he was still quite far from Locke, and he could only vaguely sense that something was wrong with the guy's soul, but the distance was too great for him to figure out exactly what was strange.

Just before Locke transformed, his soul suddenly erupted with an extremely strong fluctuation.

For real people, that presence was like the sun hanging in the night, so conspicuous that it could be clearly seen even from several kilometers away.

Now, calming down and reflecting on that extreme perception, the real person finally understood where that inexplicable anomaly was hidden.

"His soul, to me, is like a huge, complete soul that was torn apart and a piece was forcibly ripped out and stuffed into this body. It looks like it's barely pretending to be a normal soul, but in reality, it's just a fragmented soul."

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and after a long pause, he continued, each word tinged with barely concealed fear: "Especially just now, his soul transformed on its own in an instant, becoming another, more complete, but slightly weaker form."

The soul's base color was clearly the same as before, but its form was completely different; it was not human at all.

As the words fell, the forest, shrouded in night, fell into complete silence. Lu Suo looked at the trembling Zhenren and realized that bringing him here was the right thing to do. Zhenren, who could see the form of a soul, had truly uncovered one of this guy's secrets.

"A surviving soul... a changed form of the soul... positive energy emanating outwards, this guy... definitely has a big secret."

After standing up again, Lu Suo, having gained some understanding, was in high spirits and asked the real person beside him with a smile:

"Hey, want to go see the second big show together? It's the manifestation of the King of Curses!"

"No, no, I'd better go back first. Now that I think about it, Hana and Louhu have gone out to recruit new partners, and Tuogen will be lonely at home alone."

Seeing how frightened the real person was, Lu Suo couldn't help but sneer, secretly mocking in his heart that as expected of a cursed spirit, it really was not worthy of being presented to the public.

"Alright then, in that case I'll go alone. See you later, bye-bye."

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Meanwhile, at Sugisawa Third High School in Miyagi Prefecture, Yuuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro, along with two classmates who had been harmed by the cursed spirit, were running wildly down the school corridors to escape its pursuit.

"Damn it! Why are there so many cursed spirits?!"

"Is that a lot?"

"There are so many. Under normal circumstances, even a top-grade cursed object shouldn't attract so many cursed spirits. It's really like the number and quality of cursed spirits in Japan have increased dramatically since three months ago. It's almost like a second Gojo Satoru has been born."

Who is Gojo Satoru?

"What a bastard!"

Suddenly, the wall to their right shattered, and a giant cursed spirit with six arms and eight eyes rushed towards them. Unable to dodge in time, the two crashed through the other wall and landed on the rooftop on the other side of the teaching building.

After managing to protect the unconscious high school boy in her arms, Fushiguro Megumi suffered severe injuries and was unable to maintain the spell. The two jade dogs instantly transformed into shadows and disappeared.

That level one cursed spirit, which was approaching the highest level, was originally targeting Sukuna's finger in Itadori's hand.

Its four arms gripped Tiger Staff tightly, its huge mouth wide open as if it wanted to swallow him whole; Tiger Staff was crushed by that enormous force, breaking at least four of its ribs, spitting out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, its eyes glazed over and unfocused, the shadow of death instantly enveloping it completely.

Starting this afternoon, his only relative passed away, but he believes that his grandfather's death was a just cause.

Just now, because of breaking the seal on the cursed object, the senior members of the club almost died at the hands of the cursed spirits that were attracted. It was an accidental death, a wrongful death.

Now, in order to save others, he is about to die at the hands of a cursed spirit.

My ribs hurt so much, it feels like the fragments have punctured my lungs, and even breathing is so difficult. My hands feel like they're broken, and I can't move my waist at all. My spine must have been broken too.

As he was about to be devoured, Itachi considered his physical condition and realized that he was really going to die. His mind began to race.

My vague memories of my parents, and various scenes from my childhood flooded back—the statue called Ghost Sword Dance, the abandoned amusement park, the hydrangeas blooming everywhere, and the time I spent fishing for crayfish with my friends whose faces I can't quite remember.

I visited a farm and saw tall horses, spent all my saved allowance on ice cream until I was sick of it, and even foolishly took the sound of snow chains dragging on my car as proof that Santa Claus really existed.

As Hisahito Itadori lay dying, his mind was filled with these seemingly meaningless memories of the past, as well as his grandfather's last words.

Saving others and dying a "correct" death surrounded by a crowd—but what exactly is "correct"? Is the way I'm dying right now really "correct"?

The moment Tiger Staff was swallowed whole by the cursed spirit, the digestive juices, imbued with cursed power, burned his skin. He used his last bit of strength to protect his senior in his arms, holding her tightly, hoping that she would be safe and sound before he was completely digested.

In the final moments of his life, Itsuji's hazy mind suddenly recalled that earlier phone call.

"Oh? Nurse, you mean Dr. Locke wants to talk to me?"

"Yes, Itadori-kun, but I don't quite understand what it means, so I can only repeat it to you verbatim."

"Wutong, listen carefully. Before your grandfather passed away, he still had high hopes for you. You must meet his expectations, but you must also act within your capabilities."

"But if you are truly determined to change all of this with your own strength, then risk everything, take the first step, and embark on the path to becoming a warrior."

"A warrior, huh...?"

The tiger staff, its body charred and mangled, suddenly touched a sharp, hard object at the corner of its mouth. It struggled to open its eyelashes, its vision blurred, but it vaguely saw that the two-faced Su Nuo finger was right next to its mouth.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was a coincidence, but in any case, Yuujin Itadori was overcome with a strong will to live at this moment. In order to die correctly and to reverse the wrong death, Yuujin Itadori swallowed Ryoumen Sukuna's fingers along with the digestive fluids of the cursed spirit.

At the same time, Fushiguro Megumi, who was on his last breath, felt extremely angry and sad because of Itadori's death. He lightly pressed his left fist against the inside of his right forearm, raised his arm slightly, and then quickly turned into a posture with both fists thrust forward.

"Furube, Yurayu...?"

Before he could finish chanting the incantation, the cursed spirit self-destructed in astonishment. Amidst the blood mist fragments of the cursed spirit, Itadori Yuuji, with a sinister expression, appeared on the rooftop carrying his half-dead senior.

The series of ominous tattoos and the compound eyes beneath them all point to one thing.

After a thousand years, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, once again stands on the earth.