Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

When Fushiguro Megumi saw Locke transform into someone exactly like him, or even his ancestor, he instantly felt like he had been a naughty child who had hit someone and was being glared at angrily by his older sister when he got home.

He was terrified, so much so that he instinctively shrank back, unable to look the other person in the eye.

After all, his sister would eventually let him go, but he wasn't sure what this unknown ninja patriarch would do to him.

After explaining that Nishikida Keiryu's existence had been erased from history, Sukuna now strongly suspects that the history they know is not the real history at all, but a history that has been deliberately buried and modified.

At this moment, Locke could tell at a glance that Fukuro Megumi had already started to fill in the blanks in his mind. This was the effect he wanted. Since they had begun to doubt the history they knew, he might as well add fuel to the fire.

Therefore, from this moment on, your Zen family will have one more Supreme Ancestor, who is me, the Lord of Shadows, Nara Locke!

"Hey kid, what's your last name?"

Fu Heihui frowned slightly, his tone cold: "Shouldn't you have known this already? My name is Fu Heihui."

"I know."

Locke deliberately spoke very slowly, each word held deep in his throat, the ending syllable low and heavy, carrying both a touch of unrestrained arrogance and the chilling oppressive aura of a superior.

"But I want to hear it from your own mouth—what, you have a problem with that?"

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from his body. That killing intent was not a superficial aura, but a solidified, icy substance, like a thousand-pound iron crushing down on Fu Hei Hui, making his chest feel tight and his breathing difficult and heavy.

Gojo Satoru frowned. Although he had dealt with many clueless curse masters over the years, compared to this one, he was clearly no match.

For some reason, a sense of curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

How much blood has been spilled on their hands? What exactly did that completely erased history look like?

As for the mastermind hiding in the shadows, what is their true purpose?

Facing the overwhelming pressure from his bloodline ancestor, Fushiguro Megumi's thoughts gradually cleared amidst the suffocating feeling. If the other party truly intended to kill him, Gojo Satoru would definitely not stand idly by.

In other words, Gojo Satoru already knew that the other party had no real hostility—this person had only been testing him from beginning to end.

Indeed, it was clear from the other person's demeanor and manner. He was arrogant to the core, and when faced with a junior whose face was exactly like his own, he would have to personally weigh whether he was qualified to inherit this lineage.

Thinking of this, Fukuro Megumi felt a surge of irritation. He had no interest in inheriting the so-called family honor. What did the name of Shadow Stream have to do with him?

That old man is no different from those rotten oranges in the upper echelons of the sorcery world. He's so annoying!

"My surname is Fukuro, which is my mother's surname. My bastard and irresponsible father's family is a Zen temple."

Fushiguro paused, looked up to meet the other's gaze, and said in a cold tone, "You said before that your surname is Nara, right? But the Nara lineage has long been lost, and everything about you has been completely erased from history—but all of this has nothing to do with me."

He had barely finished speaking when he realized he had thoroughly angered his ancestor, Nara.

Locke casually raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and slowly tapped his arm with his fingertips. Suddenly, a monstrous killing intent surged and swelled, crushing Fu Hei Hui as if it were a tangible force. Even the air became heavy and piercing, causing him excruciating chest pain and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Fushiguro unconsciously hunched over, her back taut as if about to break, yet she still clenched her teeth.

But the next second, the heavy pressure around him suddenly dissipated, and his body felt much lighter. Fu Heihui breathed heavily, looked up at the bloodline ancestor in front of him, and saw that the ferocity on his face had faded, leaving only indifference and calm.

"I had expected this outcome. Nara, Zen temples, even if I am erased from the world, so what? As long as my spirit can be passed down, that's enough."

"But it's also a fact that you inherited my bloodline and the Ten Shadows Technique, so everything is no longer up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nara Locke raised his hand and formed a hand seal to summon Demon Lord. The shadow beneath his feet suddenly surged, transforming into a bottomless, pitch-black abyss. The next second, Demon Lord, with a Dharma wheel hanging above his head and wielding a demon-slaying sword, emerged from the shadows and stepped into existence.

When Mokuro appeared before them, both Fushiguro Megumi and Gojo Satoru showed expressions of disbelief, with Fushiguro Megumi even managing a face that looked worse than crying.

Gojo Satoru is synonymous with invincibility in the world of sorcery. His six eyes and the matching limitless techniques have established his invincible status. Many years ago, the head of the Gojo family, who also possessed six eyes and limitless techniques, died in a duel in front of the emperor, taking the head of the Zenin family down with him.

At that time, the head of the Zen-in family possessed the Ten Shadows Technique, which relied on the strongest shikigami, Makoro, to exchange one for one with the head of the Gojo family.

In their memory, none of the past owners of the Ten Shadow Techniques could manipulate the Demon Void; they all used it to perish together with their opponents.

However, the ancestors who had been erased from history slapped them in the face with reality, summoning the strongest shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique, Demon Void, right before their eyes.

Locke patted Moxu Luo on the shoulder, looked at Fuhei Hui without saying a word, but his eyes seemed to tell him that it wasn't that Moxu Luo couldn't adjust, but that they were too useless.

waste.

"As my descendant, you have truly disappointed me. Although you have some backbone, it is laughably lacking and you do not meet my requirements at all."

After saying that, Locke turned around and walked away from the playground, leaving Fukuro alone to face the demon Xu Luo.

"In that case, I'll let you experience the power of Mo Xu Luo in advance. I don't care what methods you use, as long as you can make Mo Xu Luo's Dharma Wheel turn once, you'll be considered qualified."

After saying that, Locke turned his head to look at Fushiguro Megumi and said with a smile:

"Remember, this is a trial, and failure means death."

Upon hearing Locke's words, Fushiguro Megumi felt as if his blood had suddenly frozen, and he had plunged into a bottomless ice cave, his limbs stiff and unable to move. He stiffly turned his neck, looking at the imposing shikigami, and in desperation, shouted at Locke in a hoarse voice:

"etc!"

Before the words had even finished, Mo Xuluo had already transformed into a blurry afterimage, instantly closing in on him. Before Fu Heihui could react, a heavy kick slammed out, sending him flying and crashing to the ground twenty meters away.

His face covered in blood, he raised his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then looked in shock at Mo Xuluo, who was walking towards him, and realized what was happening.

This old man is serious!