Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Hishikawa Ayana was a woman born under a curse—simply because she was a girl but possessed cursed powers, she was regarded as an outcast by her family and suffered all kinds of mistreatment and rejection. She was a pitiful person whose fate was not her own, but also a thoroughly evil person who did not hesitate to take the lives of thirty-seven people and whose hands were stained with blood in order to seek revenge.

In order to exact the most ruthless revenge on her entire family who treated her like dirt, she did not hesitate to knock on the forbidden door of the ancient food sacrifice, exchanging blood sacrifice for powerful curses.

She was also plotting to give birth to a child with the blood of a cursed spirit, and then devour the child alive to extract the cursed power and spiritual core fused in the bloodline, thus completing this insidious forbidden technique.

In order to fully awaken the cursed spirit bloodline of the child in her womb and deeply integrate it with the cursed power, she specially found a haunted house with deep-seated resentment and rested there for ten months.

She drank fresh blood every day to nourish the fetus, and filled the room with evil cursed objects, forcibly enveloping the fetus in a thick, impenetrable miasma of cursed power, forcing it to grow in this extremely yin and malevolent environment, turning it into a blood sacrifice tool on her path of revenge.

Now, the time for harvest has finally come.

The thought that she could completely grasp the supreme curse power by simply swallowing this child and completing the final forbidden ritual made Heroka Ayana's eyes burn with an almost manic blaze—what Gojo Satoru, what Otsuku Yuta, what Tsukumo Yuki, these names revered as the pinnacle of the curse world, were all bullshit in her eyes!

If I succeed, the entire world of sorcery will tremble at my mere existence!

"ah--!!!"

Amidst the heart-wrenching screams of childbirth pain, there was an uncontrollable excitement. There was not a trace of maternal emotion in Hishikawa Ena's eyes, only a surging, almost man-eating desire, a greedy, wolfish hunger that preyed on its prey.

But the cramping pain in her abdomen suddenly surged and intensified, far from the dull numbness of ordinary childbirth pain. Instead, it felt as if some ferocious thing was twisting and ramming wildly in her abdominal cavity, each movement seemingly trying to crush her internal organs.

The next instant, a blood-stained little hand tore open her abdominal wall and emerged from her chest. Extreme pain and terrifying fear gripped her instantly, and her consciousness was on the verge of collapse in the tearing sensation. Meanwhile, the demon Onijuro, who had transformed into the shape of a fetus, slowly crawled out of her ruptured abdominal cavity, his cold eyes sweeping over the mother of this fleshy body.

"Ugh, ahhh (How ugly!)"

"Huh? Ahhhhh (Hmm? Is it because I'm not fully developed? This body is really useless.)"

Hishikawa Ayana's eyes were fixed on extreme shock as the stillborn child pointed a tiny finger directly at her.

A solid magical bullet suddenly burst forth, instantly piercing her skull and crushing her wild ambitions to dust, sending her and her obsessions plummeting into hell.

The child raised his hand to wipe away the blood and filth from his face, his movements cold and ruthless, completely out of character for his age. He then violently tore off the umbilical cord, his scarlet eyes suddenly locking onto the original host who had inherited his cursed spirit identity.

The host, burdened by Oni Juro's overwhelming resentment and confusion, and further fueled by the immense power of the curse, has transformed into a top-tier cursed spirit and manifested in the world.

But as soon as he took shape, before he could make a single move, he was killed by Onijuro with a raised hand. The scalding blood of the cursed spirit poured down, bathing his small body.

In the blink of an eye, the fetal-like body grew rapidly, transforming into the appearance of a twelve-year-old boy. A strangely patterned vertical pupil slowly appeared in his outstretched palm.

Thus, the demon Onijuro was reborn in the world of sorcery.

Upon returning to the world, the demon Onijuro immediately began to foresee the future, only to find that his future was a mess and his memories were also disordered.

Seeing this, he grabbed the woman, Hishikawa Ayana, who should have gone to hell with his bare hands, and absorbed her soul under her terrified gaze, gaining access to modern information.

Undoubtedly, the future was completely different from what he had envisioned. Although sorcery was flourishing, it was in a completely different direction, and most importantly, he could not find Nishikida Kageryu or his own existence.

He instantly discovered the problem and found a reasonable explanation: something had erased the proof of his and Jintian Jinglong's existence.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to find out what happened in the past. Since he can't see the future that is related to himself, he has to find another way.

For example, predicting major events that may occur in the future, or major events in the world of sorcery.

Since the other party has erased my existence, it means that he must be trying to prevent my resurrection, and he must have a conspiracy to prevent my resurrection.

Could someone who could prevent my resurrection be some ordinary person? They must have an impact on this world. As long as I find that person according to the prophecy, I will know exactly what method they used to erase my existence and that of Jintian Jinglong.

Thinking of this, the demon Onijuro immediately activated his ability to foresee the future and successfully found a figure wearing a kasaya with stitches on his head in a blurry chaos.

The demon lord, Onijuro, revealed a smile and said softly:

"Found you, kid."

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When the sun rose again, the rampage of the cursed spirits finally subsided. Gojo Satoru had no idea how many cursed spirits he had dealt with that night; there were at least seven special-grade ones. He was exhausted.

When he was taken to Sendai by Ijichi, who was driving while exhausted, he had been dead for a while. He forced himself to walk to the entrance of the crematorium, where he saw Fushiguro Megumi, who was also exhausted.

"Oh, you scumbag teacher, you've finally arrived."

"If you call me that, I'll get sad, you know~ Besides, I pulled out seven top-grade cursed spirits in one night, and there was a reason for it."

Upon hearing this, Fushiguro finally looked up at him directly, her brows furrowing slightly, her tone full of surprise, and her weariness seemed to lessen somewhat.

"Seven? I thought we had dealt with four top-tier ones, which was already a lot. So what exactly happened yesterday?"

Gojo Satoru abruptly stopped drinking his coffee, his sunglasses slipped down completely, and the playfulness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by genuine astonishment.

"Wait a minute, Hui, you've dealt with four?"

"To be precise, it wasn't us; it was Nosaka Locke who did it all by himself. By the way, he said he's the reincarnation of Nishikita Kojuro Keiryu. Have you ever heard of that name?"

The moment those words were spoken, Gojo Satoru spat out the coffee he was holding in his mouth with a "pfft".

"Pfft! Wait, who?"