Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Even after they habitually used their magical powers to quickly heal their injuries, neither Hanayu nor Louhu had recovered from the attack.

Is this the domain of the Lord of Curses?

The unprecedented open field, combined with the already terrifyingly powerful slashes, made each strike seem to strike their very souls.

But gradually, they began to feel strange. Given the power of the attack just now, they should not have been able to hold out until now if the opponent did not stop attacking.

When they turned around, they saw Locke sitting cross-legged on the throne of the shrine, looking down at them.

"Is this what Sukuna feels like? He's even better at pretending than me. It seems he really couldn't find a worthy opponent before meeting Nishikina Keiryu. He must be very lonely."

After making a couple of remarks, Locke, imitating Sukuna, spoke to Louhu and Hanamichi with the air of absolute power:

"I must say, it's commendable that you had the courage to challenge me in order to lure me away and buy time for your companions, but... that's all I can praise you for."

As soon as the words fell, Louhu and Huayu felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. When exactly had they been seen through? Could it be... Damn it, he deliberately brought up Bogang just to test us!

Why isn't he panicking at all? Could it be that he has some backup plan?

Noticing the confusion on the water clock's face, Locke smiled, waved his hand, and explained:

"My existence has long been erased, and even the Shadow Stream no longer exists, so I'm afraid no one knows. To tell you the truth, our Shadow Stream has a secret technique called [Shadow Clone]."

Upon hearing the name, the water clock's pupils dilated in shock, and it cried out in disbelief:

“Could it be!”

"That's right. The one standing in front of you now is just a shadow clone with only one-fifth of the strength of my original self. My original self has already gone back."

The moment the words left his mouth, the water clock's body suddenly went limp and collapsed completely, boundless despair like molten lava, tightly enveloping his soul.

One-fifth was actually a clone with only one-fifth of the strength, but even so, they couldn't fight against it. It was just a toy to be slaughtered at will, so how could they delay the time?

Only now did he realize that his desperate struggle and selfless sacrifice with Hua Yu had ultimately been meaningless.

He was wrong, terribly wrong! Jintian Jinglong was already on his way back, and perhaps none of his companions would survive, and all of this... was his fault!

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Locke chuckled, his tone full of casual mockery, "Since you can still please me, I'll grant you a chance to live."

Before he finished speaking, he gently clapped his hands.

The shadows slid down along the skeletons scattered on the ground, and a pale demon god slowly rose from the depths of the shadows, standing abruptly in front of Louhu and the others.

"Once I say 'start,' Demon Void will begin hunting you down."

Locke glanced around and declared calmly, "My domain is currently five hundred meters wide. If you can escape, I will spare your lives. Perhaps you two will be the only two surviving Calamity Curse Spirits."

He deliberately glanced at the water clock, his tone playful, and casually added:

"Oh, by the way, just a heads-up, my shadow clones have a fatal weakness: they dissipate if a vital point is hit. So, you're welcome to try and hurt my vital points too~"

"So——"

Hearing Locke's drawn-out tone, Louhu and Huayu nervously prepared to run away, but they had no intention of running ahead and had lost the idea of ​​fighting back. Their only thought was to survive.

Seeing that the other party had been completely scared away, Locke smirked, clapped his hands, and issued his final ultimatum.

"start!"

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In the Hōsei Palace, Tengen saw that each of his containers was inscribed with the words "Records of Peaceful Customs," and he fell into deep thought.

It was obvious that something must have happened just now. Although I had forgotten about it, I still left clues using a barrier spell.

Why did I forget, and why did I leave only these few words, "Records of Peaceful Customs"?

Tengen couldn't find the answer, but she was certain of one thing: she might have oversimplified things. She still couldn't remember why she and Ryosaku had erased Nishikida Keiryu's existence; perhaps there was a deeper meaning behind it.

Yes, I clearly remembered Jintian Jinglong, but I couldn't recall what I had done back then. A month has passed, and Lu Suo hasn't found it, nor has the Taiping Fengtu Ji. There must be something wrong here, something big!

Perhaps, just like when they wanted to forget Kinta Kyoryu, their reason for wanting to forget this memory was because there was something in this memory that they had to forget.

Perhaps that's why they chose to erase the past!

After figuring all this out, Tianyuan desperately wanted to find Locke and ask him how he had defeated and sealed away those demons and monsters.

But the thought had barely formed in her mind, and before she could even take any action, she keenly sensed that the barrier of the Hongxing Palace had been forcibly invaded. What alarmed her even more was that the other party's barrier technique was extremely advanced, and they were breaking through her defenses layer by layer at an incredibly fast pace.

Judging solely from the sophistication and power of the barrier technique, the newcomer was undoubtedly a top expert second only to her. And someone with such strength who dared to rashly intrude into the Hongxing Palace—that is to say, the person who came must be Lu Suo.

"Why should we fear humans? We are cursed spirits, the true masters of this world, not these pests."

"Xiaofeng, calm down. We've only been around for a short time. We can't defeat a sorcerer. We need time."

"Zhou Lan, what do you mean?!"

"That's what I mean. We have to face reality. The reality is that Louhu and Huayu chose to sacrifice themselves to create an opportunity for us. They could have sent any one of us to our deaths, but they chose to go themselves. So we must make their sacrifice worthwhile."

As the strongest and earliest-born Moon Curse Spirit besides the Four Calamities, Curse Blue was unusually calm for a Curse Spirit. She made the most reasonable judgment, conquered her brothers and sisters with her leadership qualities, and began to assign tasks.

"Zhongsu, Xiaofeng, Ximu, you will work with me. We need to find Gojo Satoru and defeat him."

"Shi Ni, Tuo Gen, Yi Hai, you should go and take the things back as that human said."

"The rest of you, go and cause chaos! Let these humans feel our anger, and... declare our existence!"

In the afternoon in Ginza, Tokyo, warm sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a corner café, spilling over the private booths by the window.

After working non-stop for a month, endlessly dealing with the removal of cursed spirits, teaching assignments, and those rotten oranges from higher-ups, Gojo Satoru finally let go of all his tension. He slumped into a soft sofa, eating his favorite white peach daifuku and drinking freshly squeezed strawberry milk, enjoying his hard-won vacation.

Just as he was squinting, savoring the sweet aftertaste of cream and strawberries, and even the magical power around him became languid, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly started buzzing. The sharp ringtone abruptly broke this rare moment of tranquility.

"Hey! Wu, something's happened at the vocational high school."