Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

"I spoke with Nishikina Keiryu, and he understands your actions, but he's still curious how you managed to completely erase all traces of our existence?"

Faced with Nara Locke's question, Tengen really wanted to talk to Nishikida Keiryu directly, but considering that the other party had also released Moxu Luo to test his juniors, it seemed impossible to change the person.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, he decided to tell the truth:

"I don't know. After all, because of the restraints, my memories should have been completely erased. Even now that the restraints have been broken, I haven't recovered that related memory. Have any of your memories been affected?"

"Yes, there is indeed a problem. Our memories are slightly different from the current situation. Perhaps you did something that affected us as well."

Tianyuan nodded, agreeing with the other person's opinion. To be honest, she still couldn't believe that her guess was correct, but considering the other person's attitude and everything that had happened not long ago, this was the most reasonable explanation.

Besides, the other party agreed with his opinion, didn't they?

Having reached a complete consensus, Tianyuan quickly discovered a new problem: how to deal with Lu Suo?

"Although you have successfully reincarnated and awakened, I have regained my memories of you. That means that Lu Suo will also regain his memories of you. In other words, we must be wary of Lu Suo."

Although Tianyuan's words made a lot of sense, Locke had no intention of listening to her at all. The reason was simple: would you be wary of an ant's conspiracy?

"No need to worry. If he has any schemes, we'll find him first. Can you do that?"

Reminded by Locke, Tianyuan realized that with them around, there was indeed no need to worry too much. No matter how strong Lu Suo was, could he be stronger than them? In the face of absolute power, everything was in vain.

"I can try to find him, but I don't recommend you get your hopes up. After all, his barrier magic is only slightly less powerful than mine, so it's basically impossible for me to find him."

"It doesn't matter. It would be better if we could find it, but it's not a big problem if we can't. As long as we're here, nothing is a problem."

Upon hearing this, Tianyuan instantly felt a great sense of relief and nodded, then moved on to the last question:

"While your existence is a fact, it might be difficult for those foolish juniors to accept it. I also don't want them to offend...you and cause some unpleasant behavior. So, do you have anything that can prove your existence? I'll try to find something."

"Isn't it enough for you? Do you have so little say?"

Seeing Locke's surprise, Tianyuan smiled and explained:

"Haha, when they need me, I am Lord Tianyuan. But once I get involved in their power and try to control and command them, I am just an eyesore of an old man. I have never been wrong about this over the years. So I need proof of your identity."

"Tsk, what a hassle. Why don't I just take Mo Xuluo to that Zen temple for a stroll?"

"That only proves your identity. What proof does Kam Tin King-ryung have?"

"How would I know? He never cared about his reputation. The only thing he wrote for himself when he was old was a record of the local customs and the demons he had sealed and defeated. It was called 'Record of the Customs of Taiping.' That was the only proof of his existence. I guess you destroyed it."

After saying that, Locke gave her a meaningful look. Feeling awkward, Tianyuan didn't know what to say, and could only say:

"Well... I'll give it a try and see if I can find it."

Just hours earlier, in a corner of Sendai, inside an abandoned factory building.

The stagnant darkness, as heavy as a corpse, enveloped the entire abandoned factory. Twisted and mangled remains of cursed spirits were piled up in layers, with broken bones, rotting flesh, and withered limbs filling every inch of space. The stench of decay and curses was pungent and acrid.

The purplish-black blood of the cursed spirits was as viscous as glue, forming a bottomless pool of filth that overflowed the crack in the center of the factory. In the dead silence and darkness, it gleamed with an eerie, cold light, and every drop was wrapped in restless and ferocious malice.

In the center of this blood pool soaked in curses, a figure slowly rose, with only half of its head breaking through the sticky liquid.

Dark purple blood dripped down his pale cheeks and wet hair, while the strange eye that was naturally formed in his palm remained tightly closed.

The next instant, he suddenly opened his eyes—his human eyes and the heterochromatic pupil in his palm opened at the same time, and a chilling curse power exploded from the center of the pool, causing waves of blood to surge and making all the fierce spirits in the pool tremble.

The demon lord, Onijuro, smiled a playful yet chilling smile as he hovered in the cave and slowly said:

"The Records of Taiping Customs... is quite interesting."

Before he could finish speaking, the eyeball embedded in his palm was about to pay the price for this premonition. His pupil suddenly lost its color, his flesh withered and shrank, and in an instant, it withered and decayed like rotten wood.

The demon Onijuro, who was standing to the side, glanced at it coldly, and immediately raised his hand to kill the cursed spirit that was hanging above his head and had been prepared in advance, cutting it in half at the waist.

The scalding, foul-smelling blood of the cursed spirit poured over his head, soaking his entire body, and only then did his damaged eyeball in his palm begin to slowly repair itself.

"Tsk, only half recovered? Looks like I'll have to hunt down more demons with strong cursed power." He clicked his tongue, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "But this era is truly wonderful—powerful demons brimming with strong cursed power are appearing one after another. It's the perfect era for me."

Having said that, the demon Onijuro clenched his fist, put on a brightly colored clown costume and magic cloak, floated out of the factory, and left.

"Now, it's time to have a chat with you, Lu Suo~"

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Meanwhile, at the High School of Curses, Gojo Satoru, who had just left the Ryousei Palace, was walking slowly toward the training ground while talking on the phone with the head of the Zen Temple, his tone full of nonchalant mockery.

But before he could get close, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the direction of the playground.

Gojo Satoru's smile vanished instantly as he sensed something was wrong. Almost instinctively, he activated his technique and his figure transformed into a blur as he sped away.

When he arrived at the playground, he discovered that the playground was full of large craters and had become a battlefield.

When the smoke cleared, two demonic demons, one large and one small, were seen surrounding the center of the battlefield. The larger one was attacking the smaller one, which was clearly the old man's family demon.

However, strangely enough, the magic array above the smaller Demon Void Luo's head was spinning continuously, faster and faster, until it was so fast that it was almost leaving afterimages.

Gojo Satoru froze on the spot, unsure of what to do.

What on earth is going on here?