Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Su Nuo, whose head was throbbing, couldn't believe what was happening in his mind. He refused to believe that it was real and stubbornly insisted that it was all an illusion, but he still held his head and uttered the other person's name word by word.

"Jin...Tian...Jing...Long!"

As the last word fell to the ground, Su Nuo moved and appeared in front of Jin Tian Jinglong in the blink of an eye, delivering a knee strike straight to his face.

"You bastard! Do you even know what you've done?! You idiot!!!"

Nishikida Keiryu looked at Sukuna's ferocious face. Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying or why he could call out his name, he still raised his hand to block without changing his expression and easily blocked the attack.

"I sealed you away, but forgot to completely eliminate you. This is a stain on my life. However, Sukuna, you look different from what I remember."

Missing his first attack, Su Nuo turned and did a 360-degree spin in mid-air, displaying his agile figure as he appeared a few meters away.

Behind Nishikida Keiryu, Fushiguro Megumi looked at Sukuna in disbelief, then at Nishikida Keiryu, feeling a bit of an itch in her head.

Meanwhile, Su Nuo stared wide-eyed at the other person, wishing he could devour him alive and tear him to pieces!

During the golden age of sorcery he lived in, he had seen sorcerers who could alter memories and create illusions. He was even able to establish connections with some enemies and enter their mental world.

But no matter what, nothing was as humiliating as the man before her. He dared to... forge her memories of fighting him, dared to make her...

Filled with terror!!!

Su Nuo's heart was filled with immense humiliation and rage. He had never experienced such disgrace before or after his death. After all, he was a powerful figure, the strongest sorcerer!

He is the King of Curses!!!

The string of reason snapped completely at this moment. The cursed king from a thousand years ago, that unparalleled powerhouse, broke free of his shackles with his pent-up rage. He roared and poured out all his resentment, launching a second fierce attack on Jintian Jinglong.

"Damn it!!! Die!"

His ten fingers curled into ferocious claws, and the black and red curse power surging from his fingertips condensed into a dense barrage of slashes that swept across the sky with a piercing, tearing sound, as they crashed down on Jin Tianjinglong.

The chilling killing intent emanating from the curse penetrated to the bone. Fu Hei Hui felt a bone-chilling cold throughout his body, and his consciousness was pulled into a terrifying illusion by that pressure. He watched helplessly as he was torn to pieces by spiderweb-like slashes, his mangled body falling heavily to the ground, warm blood splattering across his vision.

Startled, he suddenly came to his senses and realized that what he had just experienced was merely an illusion caused by the power of the curse. In the instant he lost his focus, Nishikida Keiryu had already blocked Suku Nuo's attack and launched a counterattack.

Jintian Jinglong's response was simple to the point of contempt. He directly followed Su Nuo's move, raised his hand and condensed a clear and sharp spiritual energy slash, neither dodging nor avoiding, and met it head-on.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, the ear-piercing sound of tearing energy causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly, and the air currents violently swirling up gravel and dust.

The next second, Su Nuo's cursed slash was shattered like a fragile piece of paper. Jin Tian Jinglong's spiritual slash, still unabated, pierced through Su Nuo's body and hurtled towards the teaching building hundreds of meters away with a sharp whooshing sound.

The momentum of the high-speed rush suddenly stopped, and Su Nuo's body was instantly covered with fine, spiderweb-like bloodstains. Dark red blood beads gushed out wildly along the lines of his skin, quickly soaking through his tattered robes and dripping onto the ground, creating tiny blood flowers.

His body swayed precariously, as if it would collapse completely like a child's building blocks in the next second. But at this moment of imminent annihilation, the curse power within his body suddenly reversed, and the inverted spell instinctively activated. The pale white curse power enveloped the wounds all over his body, and the flesh and blood stitched and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hideous bloodstains gradually faded away.

Su Nuo staggered to steady himself, the crimson in his eyes still lingering, but filled with disbelief, astonishment, and resentment.

Behind him, a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth: the wall of the teaching building was first smashed open by the spiritual energy, creating a huge hole. Then, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, and the entire building collapsed with a crash. Bricks and tiles flew everywhere, and dust billowed up, blotting out the sky and turning half of the sky into a hazy gray.

Amidst the swirling dust and crumbling ruins, Su Nuo's solitary figure looked particularly disheveled, a reflection also lingering on Fu Hei Hui's blank face.

He had seen Gojo Satoru fight before, and although he didn't know if it was at full strength, he still felt that Gojo Satoru was stronger.

But now it's not a question of whether he's strong or not. What shocked him was the conversation between the two. The King of Curses was actually defeated and sealed by the man from the Warring States period in front of him. But wasn't he the strongest during the golden age of sorcery a thousand years ago, when all the sorcerers mobilized to fight him and suffered a crushing defeat?

So, it wasn't a cursed object that died of old age, but rather it was defeated and sealed by this man called Nishikita Keiryu?

Why had he never heard of this man before? Why had this man lived from the Heian period a thousand years ago to the present day? And what did he mean by saying earlier that the Shadow Ninjas fought side by side with the Demon Lord?

Chaos, utter chaos. Fushiguro Megumi was completely bewildered and unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes. And even more difficult for her to accept all of this was Ryoumen Sukuna.

Ryoumen Sukuna was far more chaotic than Fushiguro Megumi. He could feel that those slashes were exactly the same as his technique [Dispel], but they were all positive energy after the reversal of curse power.

In other words, if he were a cursed spirit instead of a physical body, he would have died just a moment ago.

"Power? One finger is too weak. If I had ten... no! Five, just five, I would tear you to pieces. I would make you suffer a terrible death!"

After the fight, Su Nuo, gritting his teeth, knew he was no match for his opponent. So, after uttering some harsh words, he prepared to leave and find more fingers to cut, chop, and mince the man!

At this moment, Jintian Jinglong stood calmly and composed. A cool night breeze swept by, ruffling his sleeves. Faced with Su Nuo's rage, he simply stood there quietly, his eyes surging with pity.

He exuded the aura of a renowned swordsman from ancient times, a lofty spirit unique to swordsmen, which was evident in his eyes and permeated his entire being, creating a stark contrast with Su Nuo's rage.

It was as if he were making a silent declaration that he not only surpassed Su Nuo in power, but also in spirit, awareness, and belief, which were completely superior to the cursed king before him.

"How pathetic, Sukuna-ghost. The thousand-year seal has not brought you liberation, but instead has made your resentment grow deeper and deeper. It seems that sealing you in the first place was a mistake after all. Right now, you probably wish you could vomit out all the curses from your internal organs."

Nishikida Keiryu's words, full of pity, completely enraged Sukuna.

Endless negative emotions gave rise to overwhelming curse power, which solidified and shot straight into the sky. The storm of curse power immediately stirred up fierce gales. Su Nuo's slashing technique was unconsciously activated in his rage. In the space around Fu Hei Hui, deep and cold slash marks were torn apart one after another, which was shocking to behold.

Fushiguro Megumi was shocked—even an unconscious attack fueled by anger had such terrifying power; he had no way to defend himself and feared that a single blow would kill him on the spot.

But when he looked up, in the eye of the storm unleashed by the King of Curses' rage, Jintian Jinglong stood still, as steady as a rock, shielding them from all the fierce attacks.

"Release your wrath, Sukuna-ki, you wretched, ominous child."

Now that I have been resurrected, there is no need to hide the anger and pain in my heart anymore. Rather than cursing others, I will curse you instead! Let all the resentment, bitterness, bitterness, and malice of your life fall upon me—everything you have is mine, Nishikita Kojuro Keiryu…”

"One person should bear it!"