Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

As someone's power was gradually unsealed, a large number of cursed spirits became stronger, prompting the entire sorcery world, including the three founding families, to mobilize to eliminate these cursed spirits.

Some of the cursed spirits, due to their powerful strength (level one and special level), are relegated to "low priority" missions because no one lives in their birthplace and they do not leave their birthplace.

However, these originally "low-priority" task targets became more powerful cursed spirits after being strengthened, and expanded their living domains, making half of the cursed spirits the targets that must be dealt with first.

So, who is the only person who can do the work and quickly deal with top-tier cursed spirits?

The strongest in modern times, Gojo Satoru.

"So, that's the situation. Huihui, you'll have to get used to it. I can't come to see you today, and Ijichi is also very busy and can't pick you up. You'll have to figure something out yourself. Bye~~"

"Ugh~ That's disgusting, don't call me that."

"Haha, teacher, I've worked very hard too. As my lovely student, please don't worry about it. Anyway, I still have at least four top-grade cursed spirits to deal with within an hour, so I'll hang up now. We can talk tomorrow."

After the phone went dead, Fushiguro Megumi, who was standing beside the ruins, hung up and turned her gaze to the newcomer in the world of jutsu.

"It seems I won't be able to go back today. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. For some reason, all the cursed spirits in Japan have started to riot."

After learning about the Japanese cursed spirit riots over the phone, the culprit habitually stroked his stubble and asked:

When did the rampage of cursed spirits begin?

Fushiguro Megumi thought for a moment, then replied, seemingly puzzled:

"It seems like it was about ten minutes ago."

"That was the time when I defeated Sukuna."

"I think so, so what's wrong?"

"I think I know why the cursed spirits went berserk. At that time, in order to protect you, Nishikina Keiryu regained some of his power."

"?"

No, what do you mean by "regaining some power" causing a nationwide riot among cursed spirits? Is that reasonable?

Seeing Fushiguro Megumi staring at him in disbelief, Locke, feeling a little guilty, scratched his face and looked away, explaining:

"Don't look at me like that. Do you think reincarnation will allow you to regain all your power without any side effects? I also have to pay a 'little' price."

When Locke said that regaining his power would come at a price, Fushiguro Megumi expressed his doubts, but he couldn't confirm whether what Locke said was true or false, and he had no right to question him.

After all, the other party was a powerful figure capable of sealing the King of Curses, and had just saved their lives.

"...Okay, let's end this topic. My mind is a mess right now. Anyway, I've notified the other assistant supervisors, but they won't be available for at least four or five hours unless we can help with some tasks right now."

"Then why don't we help you handle the mission? Although losing money is a small matter, my identity isn't suitable for dealing with people like the police. Let the people from your sorcery world handle it."

After saying that, Locke pointed to the school behind him, which had been reduced to ruins. At that very moment, the half of the school building that he had been protecting also emitted a deafening roar.

The steel bars twisted and broke, the cement walls collapsed layer by layer, and the smoke and dust surged into the sky, eventually being completely buried in the ruins.

Fushiguro Megumi paused for a moment, then quickly realized that Locke was right. She took out her phone again and called another assistant director she knew, Nitta Akira.

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In Aoba Ward, Sendai, at the Nanakita Execution Grounds—this land of death, which has slumbered for hundreds of years, is now completely shrouded in an impenetrable black domain, isolating all light and sound from the world.

Deep within the domain, a mass of cursed power, imbued with a century's worth of bloodshed and resentment from the execution ground, surged and merged wildly, its outline gradually becoming clearer as it evolved, slowly condensing into a vaguely humanoid form.

Within that physical form, a nascent chaotic consciousness was being fiercely corrupted and torn apart by the endless fear, resentment, and despair contained within the curse power.

Every awakening of consciousness is being reshaped by the darkness and the source of the curse of this land, and will eventually be stripped of its chaos, transforming into the most primal form that originally belonged to the night.

A bone-chilling cold, a pervasive darkness, and an endless sense of bewilderment gripped my chaotic consciousness—but what is cold? What is darkness? And what is the cause of this agonizing sense of bewilderment?

Who am I? Where am I? And why do I exist? A strange emotion surged into the depths of my consciousness—was it fear? Was it that most vulnerable emotion of humankind?

Tracing back to the long, ancient night, cave dwellers huddled together deep within stone caves, the roars of predators outside echoing across the desolate wilderness, the inky darkness swallowing up the last glimmer of light between heaven and earth. They were gripped by the most primal, unknown fear, their breaths choked, unable to move an inch, completely controlled and dominated by this instinct-etched dread.

Hundreds of years ago, this place was the Shichikitada execution ground of the Sendai Domain. Every dying person wearing a shackled headgear would be enveloped in the despair of impending death during the dark night when life and death were intertwined, feeling the fear that penetrated to the bone and gnawed at their soul like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Longing for warmth? Longing for light? Longing for a sliver of illusory guidance?

How disgusting! In order to fight against the darkness and fear, they have fabricated so-called gods out of thin air, trying to anchor their path forward with that illusory light—and they even want to use this ridiculous delusion to fight against me.

Curse, fear, darkness, the unknown, the strange, death...

I understand now, I finally know who I am.

I am the original curse born of darkness and fear, the natural enemy of those illusory gods.

Humanity should worship me and offer all their faith to me!

I was born as a cursed spirit, but I will eventually abandon my physical form and return to the heavens, so that eternal night may return to the world!

I am—the Corpse of Death!

A pure white sword aura cleaved through the black domain, illuminating this pitch-black world and filling the newly realized Hai Shiming with a deep-seated loathing.

Instinctively forming a defense with his immense magical power to try and withstand the external attack, Hai Si Ming glanced at the sword energy and thought disdainfully.

"These lowly humans, are they truly afraid of me? They can't wait to... even before I'm fully born..."

Before he could finish speaking, the seemingly ordinary sword energy suddenly pierced through the air, easily tearing through Hai Si Ming's layers of defense, and cleaving him in two from top to bottom. His original curse power was immediately cleansed and completely dissipated.

In the final moments of this enemy of God's death, he heard a gasp of astonishment from the outside world after the realm of life shattered:

"Huh? He didn't die immediately. He has a good foundation. Given time, he'll definitely achieve great things."