Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Outside the Shichikitada execution ground, assistant supervisor

Akira Nitta stared blankly at Locke, who had just retracted his Shadow Blade into the shadows. Itadori, who had bought coffee, handed her a can and started chatting with Fushiguro.

"Is your daily life as a sorcerer really this easy? Is this a level one cursed spirit? It looks way too easy to deal with. Locke-chan took care of it in no time."

Hearing Itadori's words, which were so carefree as to be almost ignorant, Fushiguro Megumi's cheek twitched almost imperceptibly. She put down the coffee she was not yet finished, looked up at him, and said seriously in a deep voice, "Relaxed? What a sorcerer has to face is the curse born from the negative emotions of more than 100 million people in the entire country."

We face death without warning every day, and you call that easy?

After being yelled at for no reason, Itajō shrank back, pointing at the approaching figure with a pitiful expression:

"But, Rock-chan looks so relaxed."

Fushiguro Megumi immediately fell silent, realizing she had lost her composure, and turned away apologetically, saying:

"Then...how can that be the same? He doesn't count."

"What are you talking about? You seem to be having a great time."

After asking a casual question, Locke walked up to the three of them, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and took the beer that Itsuji offered.

"It's nothing, um..." Thinking of Locke's technique of using shadows to create weapons, Fushiguro Megumi hesitated for a moment, unsure how to broach the subject, but still asked:

"How did you manage to condense your shadow into a longsword?"

"Huh? You don't know how? I remember this thing was passed down from that generation."

"Although I haven't read all the ancient books about the Ten Shadows Technique, I can confirm that this move absolutely does not exist."

"No? What about Shadow Imitation, Shadow Stitching, Shadow Clone, and Shadow Stream?"

Faced with these names that sounded desirable but were completely unfamiliar to him, Fushiguro Megumi shook his head blankly and began to wonder if he had been tricked by the Zenin family.

"No way, changing the name from Nara to Fushiguro is one thing, but how come all the techniques have been lost? Doesn't that mean the Ten Shadows Technique has just become a summoning device for the Demon Void?"

"..."

Is it possible that the Ten Shadows Technique was originally the Demon Void Summoning Device?

Although Fushiguro Megumi wanted to say that, he kept quiet in the face of Locke, who was "suspected" to be the reincarnation of his ancestor.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, Akira Nitta's phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Feed?"

"Nitta, we've detected that your target's spellcasting level has surged to Special Grade. We've dispatched the Level 1 Spellcaster, Mingming, to provide support. Do not act rashly!"

"Top-tier?"

Nitta Akira glanced at the remnants of cursed power left by the dead spirit, then at Locke, who was strolling leisurely as if taking a leisurely walk after a meal. He swallowed hard and said:

"Um... no need, the mission target has already been eliminated."

"Huh? You must be joking. Don't you only have two unranked sorcerers and one level-two sorcerer over there?"

"Huh? Ah, right..." After glancing at Locke unconsciously, Nitta Akira slowly explained, "But one of the unrated sorcerers just removed a special-grade cursed spirit with a single strike, so I think his grade should also be... special-grade."

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A nationwide uprising of cursed spirits swept across the land, and sorcerers were busy suppressing the rebellion. Meanwhile, Louhu and Huayu, as the "parents" of the cursed spirits, were racing against time to fight the sorcerers.

With their innate sensitivity to the magical power of their own kind, they were the first to find those top-tier magical spirits who possessed independent intelligence and understanding—these were the key forces that enabled them to overthrow the world of magic.

After a brief negotiation, without further ado, Louhu led the cursed spirits who were willing to follow them back to their secret base in the no-man's-land.

This place is isolated from human presence and filled with dense cursed energy, making it the safest haven for cursed spirits.

But as soon as he stepped into the base, Lou Hu's high spirits vanished instantly, replaced by impatience.

He caught a glimpse of Tuogen gently comforting the real person who was wrapped in a blanket, huddled in a corner, trembling all over. The cowardly and pathetic appearance made Louhu's displeasure instantly overflow.

"What the hell, real person?" Lou Hu strode forward, his voice rough and irritable, filled with undisguised disgust. "Why are you cowering like this? Where did Xia Youjie go?"

The man trembled at his roar, his fingertips gripping the blanket tightly. His voice was barely audible, filled with lingering fear: "He...he went to take care of something else."

"Hmph, humans really are unreliable." Lou Hu sneered, his tone full of disdain. He paused, then raised his chin, adding a touch of arrogance. "But it doesn't matter, we don't need Xia Youjie anymore."

Having said that, a smug grin spread across his face. He pointed to his companions behind him, his tone arrogant and overbearing, even the magical energy around him seemed to surge: "Now that we have so many allies backing us up, neither Gojo Satoru nor Ryoumen Sukuna will be a match for us!"

Looking in the direction he was pointing, four top-tier cursed spirits stood behind him—all born from humanity's primal fear of storms, lightning, the moon, and the sky, and possessing formidable strength.

And this is only the companion that Louhu found. If Huayu can also successfully bring back an equal number of his own kind, their overall combat power will double, enough to contend with the entire world of sorcery.

Moreover, since the great riot of cursed spirits last night, their strength has been increasing non-stop.

The endless stream of magical power surged into the body of each magical spirit like a surging tide, washing over their muscles and bones, strengthening their spells. That power continued to rise day after day, second by second, without end.

However, when Zhenren looked up at his companion beside him, the hand chop Locke had made with his bare hands yesterday, and the dazzling and soul-piercing radiance of his soul like the blazing sun, suddenly surged and exploded in his mind. Extreme fear instantly gripped his heart, completely submerging every inch of his consciousness.

"It's no use..." he murmured, his voice trembling, his fingertips curling uncontrollably.

"What are you talking about?" The cursed spirit beside him frowned, his tone full of confusion. "You just went out for a while, how come you come back looking like this, all weird?"

"It's no use!" The real man suddenly looked up, his voice rising abruptly, filled with uncontrollable trembling and despair. "As long as that man still exists, as long as we are still cursed spirits—no matter how many companions we gather, no matter how strong we become, it's all meaningless!"

"That guy isn't human! He's a god descended to earth, sent specifically to settle scores with us and eliminate our natural enemy!"

"Our dreams, our ambitions, that land we envisioned being ruled by cursed spirits a hundred years from now... there will be no place for us! As long as we are cursed spirits, we can never defeat him!"