Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

"Women and children wriggle like maggots, this era is truly...fantastic! We can go on a killing spree!!!"

Looking at the cursed and parasitized Yuuji Itadori, Fushiguro Megumi was first taken aback, then gritted her teeth and grumbled inwardly:

"Damn it, Gojo Satoru! Didn't you say you were coming to check on things since something seemed off lately? Where is he?!"

"Ah...tch!"

Meanwhile, in a remote mountain village in northeastern China, Gojo Satoru, as if sensing Fushiguro Megumi's resentment, instinctively sneezed.

"Strange, could it be one of my lovely students missing me again?"

Gojo Satoru's flippant words stood in stark contrast to the brutal battlefield around him, which resembled a barrage of missiles that had been fired at him for three hours.

Beneath him, the towering remains of a top-tier cursed spirit, shrouded in thick, dark resentment, slowly dissipated. From the face of the cursed spirit, a mask-like structure resembling white porcelain, squeezed out a curse tempered with a thousand-year-old poison, each word dripping with blood:

"I curse you, you living in this world—you will be like us, forever unable to be with your loved ones!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, his tone playful and nonchalant, as if he were teasing a noisy stray cat on the street. "Someone as strong and handsome as me, why would I worry about not finding a partner? You're getting all worked up already?"

He even leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to the remnants of the cursed spirit's face. His six-eyed azure gaze pierced through the layers of resentment, and with a hint of amused curiosity, he asked three times, "Hey, I heard you were originally an ancient princess who fell in love with a prince from an enemy kingdom, and in the end, you both committed suicide to turn your resentment into bloodshed. Is that true? Is that true? Is that true?"

Gojo Satoru's close-range ultimate attack struck like a thunderbolt into the chaotic consciousness of the vengeful spirit, making her previously blurred memories of her past life clearer.

Perhaps because of the powerful existence of Gojo Satoru, and because of the legend that he believed in his origins, the memories of his past life, which the vengeful spirit and the love ghost did not have, were filled in: the moonlight in the deep palace, the smoke of war in the enemy country, and the resolute determination to die together.

This also brought back memories of the man who sealed their resentment into the mountains and rocks, condemning them to eternal damnation.

Indeed, it allows them, who originally did not exist in this world, to be born in this world through the world's balancing mechanism at its source.

"Kumita Kyōryū!" The cursed spirit's roar shook the surrounding rocks, sending them tumbling down. Its resentment surged into a towering black wave. "You are just as despicable as Kimita Kyōryū! My lover and I will never let you go! When we are resurrected, whether a hundred years or a thousand, we will crush everything you cherish into dust and destroy it all!!!"

The vengeful spirit and the ghost of love eventually dissipated into the world, leaving Gojo Satoru with only those eyes filled with a thousand years of lingering resentment, and the name he uttered with gritted teeth at the end.

The wind swept across the ravaged battlefield, scattering the remaining curses and resentment. Only this name echoed softly in the empty world.

"Kishida Kyōryū? The next resurrection? Could it be that the last time this cursed spirit was defeated was by an ancient sorcerer named Kishida Kyōryū?"

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and began to ponder the question. He seemed to have never heard of this man before, nor had he seen the corresponding name in the family's collection of books.

"Forget it, I'll go back and review the books again. Anyone who can defeat a special-grade cursed spirit of this level must be no ordinary person."

"However, he's definitely not as strong as me, hehehehehehe..." Laughing as he left the two-person mountain that he had razed to the ground by his battle with the vengeful spirit Oni-Koi-no-Kami, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

"Oh no! I promised Hui I'd retrieve the top-grade cursed artifact!"

But his panic lasted only a moment; he casually waved his hand, trying to justify himself.

It's just retrieving a cursed object, what trouble could possibly arise? Hui is meticulous and capable, she can handle it.

Besides, that love ghost was indeed troublesome; if we go later, he should be able to understand.

"Never mind, a little while won't make a difference." His worries vanished instantly. His eyes crinkled into a smile, he changed direction, and his tone was as cheerful as a child going to buy snacks. "I've decided! I'll go to Kikusui-an to buy some edamame!"

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At this moment, Fushiguro Megumi, who had been abandoned by her mentor, looked at the back of the King of Curses, gritted her teeth, and prepared to release her strongest shikigami and self-destruct with the two Sukuna in front of her.

"I advise you not to do that."

A reassuring voice came from behind Fushiguro Megumi. He turned around and found a Sengoku period samurai suddenly appearing behind him, looking solemnly at the two Sukuna in front of him.

"Strange, why did he fall asleep? Children, what happened to you just now? Why do I feel that Hisahito Itadori's soul has fallen into a brief slumber?"

Faced with the strange man's question, Fushiguro Megumi paused for a moment, then told the truth:

"After the top-grade cursed artifact was released, it attracted a large number of powerful cursed spirits. We were no match for them at all. The cane was devoured by the cursed spirits, but it swallowed the top-grade cursed artifact inside the cursed spirits' stomachs and became parasitized."

Upon hearing this, Locke entered his memory palace to recall and discovered that the Japanese knotweed had not been swallowed at all, but had been eaten with the thousand-year-old dried phoenix claws.

Recalling the cursed spirits he encountered on his way here, and the changes at the scene, Locke roughly understood.

I think I've been set up by Lu Suo.

(Lu Suo: ? You T...)

After using a simple reversal technique to heal the three severely injured people, Locke became completely immersed in the role, transforming himself into the warrior swordsman who slays demons and travels the world.

"Kid, don't be so extreme. Don't summon Moxu Luo every time you encounter danger. Even if Sukuna, who only has one finger, can't beat Moxu Luo, you will be killed by Moxu Luo as well."

Upon hearing the words "Mao Xu Luo," Fukuro Megumi was initially taken aback. Then he realized that the samurai in front of him had deduced that he possessed the Ten Shadows Technique and was planning to summon Mao Xu Luo simply by observing his motionless hand gestures. However, his technique was rarely recorded in the world of sorcery. How did the samurai in front of him know it?

"Wait, how did you know?"

"After all, I was once a Shadow Ninja with the same Shadow Techniques. I fought alongside Mo Xuluo for so long, how could I not know?"

"?"

What do you mean you were once a Shadow Ninja, fighting alongside Mo Xuluo? Are you kidding me? Did you somehow manage to manipulate Mo Xuluo?

After deliberately leaving Fushiguro Megumi with endless shock and confusion, Nishikida Keiryu slowly stepped forward, interrupting the laughing King of Curses, and said as if greeting an acquaintance:

"Long time no see, Sukuna-giri."

Su Nuo's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased. He turned his head in confusion, looking at the unassuming samurai before him, and said:

"Huh? Who are you?"

The next second, a massive amount of magical power appeared out of thin air in his body, and a series of non-existent images flashed through his mind. Some were of himself in his gigantic form, wielding a sword and wreaking havoc, while others were of himself in his normal form, enjoying the "meat" cooked by Rime.

But the final scene focuses on a samurai who looks exactly like the one in front of us.

He gazed at the scene of people enjoying their meal, his face covered with a layer of icy coldness, his black hair wildly dancing with his fierce and surging aura, and his pair of crimson eyes wide open as if he had transformed into a vengeful ghost seeking death.

"What's so funny? What's so interesting about it? What do you take your life for?!"

The moment those words, etched into his very bones and deeply engraved in his soul, were spoken, Nishikida Keiryu drew his sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Sukuna-ki, your power is too great. I must subdue you here..."

"seal!"