Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 79 Holding His Head Too High

The real man was very happy, so happy that he could finally vent his emotions freely instead of being restrained by fear and forced to live in the shadow of Jintian Jinglong.

Although he has now become a slave to the demon Onijuro and lost his absolute freedom, in exchange, Onijuro has become his protector, eliminating his confusion about survival and ensuring he will never feel threatened by others again.

With his increased mastery of spells after becoming stronger, Makoto is now confident enough to defeat any human sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru and Nishikida Keiryu, and he doesn't care at all whether these students will suddenly wake up.

Or rather, he was hoping they would wake up, so the rest of the episode would be more interesting.

"Emmm, this is so boring—how about I modify a soul for fun?"

The real person looked utterly listless and weary, holding Kugizaki Nobara's wrist with one hand and swinging it around casually like a lifeless rag doll, his fingertips carelessly stroking the back of her limp hand.

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise behind him. He twitched his ears and turned around casually. When he saw the person who had woken up, his eyes lit up instantly, and the loneliness on his face vanished.

The next second, he immediately flashed an exaggerated and lively smile, his tone as excited as if he had found a new toy, waving and greeting, "Hey! Hello~ My name is Masato! You're the vessel for Sukuna, right? I really didn't expect you to be the first one to wake up!"

Faced with the noisy and glaring figure in front of him, Yuujin Itadori slowly pushed himself up from the ground, pressing one hand hard against his throbbing forehead, his brows filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Power—an almost inexhaustible magical force surged and roared through my limbs and bones, along with a tidal wave of battle memories.

The ingenious operation of the technique, along with some strange yet familiar fragments of images, collided and intertwined wildly in my mind.

What's going on? Why does my head hurt so much it feels like it's going to explode?

"Huh? Why aren't you saying anything? I have good news for you: Sukuna has disappeared from your body. It seems you don't have to die!"

Having just inherited all the power from his future self, his heart was filled with a churning dull pain and a strange sense of power. He was too lazy to even look up, let alone pay attention to the real person in front of him.

But the real person didn't care about his coldness at all, and still came closer, chattering about irrelevant nonsense in a mocking tone.

"However, the price is that you'll lose your left little finger. But don't worry, I'm very kind; let me help you—"

""

"So noisy!"

Before the real man could finish speaking, a low, cold rebuke escaped from Huzhang's throat.

The smiling face before him was like a match, instantly igniting the lingering grief and anger in his heart. Despair, regret, and the obsession with protecting everything intertwined into an uncontrollable rage.

"You're holding your head too high."

Faced with the sudden outburst of fury from Tiger Staff, the Master was first taken aback, and the next second he was seized by an instinctive fear etched into his bones, and reflexively lay down on the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a sharp, piercing sound of wind breaking crashed down overhead.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to look up. He only dared to pop out one eyeball from his back and stare intently upwards. He saw a thin, hair-like, yet extremely cold line appear out of thin air a meter above his head.

Everything above the line was silently severed—the air, the ground, the vegetation, and even the majestic mountain behind them.

The upper half of the mountain collapsed with a deafening roar. The rumble of the landslide and the crashing of falling trees created a deafening cacophony that slammed into the heart of the man, leaving him stiff and cold, devoid of any trace of sarcasm.

At that moment, he felt as if his very soul was frozen, unable to move, only daring to shout in his heart:

Are you kidding me?! Isn't this Sukuna's vessel a useless piece of trash without even a spell?! How can it be so powerful?!

Moreover, the extreme sense of oppression brought about by this deep-seated fear was simply—simply far more terrifying than Ryomen-no-Sen.

What the hell? Did Master take Itadori Yuujin away just now, and this one is Ryoumen Sukuna now?

"Your name is -- Zhenren, right?"

The question coming from above was like the whisper of death, startling the man so much that he trembled and looked up. His staff was still squatting in front of him, looking at him with indifferent eyes.

"My head hurts, and my memory is a mess, but I do remember some things. You—what did you do to my companion, right?"

Facing Itadori Yuujin, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, Masato revealed a smile that was even more unsightly than bitterness.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"

"Phase, Twilight, Eye of Wisdom"

【Surgery Technique - Azure】

The blue aggregate of cursed power, with its immense attraction, rushed towards the cursed spirits. Faced with the strongest attack yet, the Moon Cursed Spirit, Blue Cursed Spirit, used a similar gravity spell to deflect the attack, easily deflecting it.

At the same time, the Wind Curse Spirit Xiaofeng and the Thunder Curse Spirit Zhongsu rushed up and engaged in close combat with Gojo Satoru, but Gojo Satoru easily deflected their attacks.

After repelling the surrounding cursed spirits with a spell, Gojo Satoru once again formed the Indra's Seal and whispered, "[Domain Expansion - Boundless Void]"

Just as his domain was about to envelop the two nearest cursed spirits, intending to quickly eliminate them, the Heavenly Cursed Spirit Ximu, who had been observing the battle, formed a Great Brahma Seal and simultaneously shouted: "[Domain Expansion - Celestial Vault]"

The rectangular hexahedral domain emanating from Ximu from above once again crushed Wujiao Wu's boundless void. Xiaofeng and Ximu knew that their opponent was currently in a period of spell melting, so they canceled the extension and fully activated the spell, attacking Wujiao Wu.

The sounds of wind and thunder appeared in Gojo Satoru's ears. Facing the combined attack of the two great natural disaster curse spirits, Gojo Satoru did not feel troubled. Instead, he looked up at Nishiki above his head.

After three tests, he now fully understands that the other party came prepared.

A cursed spirit with a similar spell to his was responsible for breaking his [Azure] and [Radiant] spells, preventing him from using [Illusory Style: This].

A high-flying cursed spirit sacrificed the guaranteed hit and attack effects of its domain, instead becoming a special force to break through the suppression of other domains.

The remaining two were responsible for hand-to-hand combat and distracting him.

It's practically a strategy tailor-made for him! If this had happened a few months ago, given the strength of the cursed spirits at the time, these guys wouldn't have been able to withstand his attack at all.

But now, they can even suppress themselves for a short time. If they are allowed to grow for a while longer, he may also be defeated.

And all of this is thanks to that guy, Kinta Keiryu.

"Kishida Kyoryu, you're really something!"

The combined attack of China and the Soviet Union, along with Xiaofeng, was unstoppable and came crashing down.

Just as the attack was about to land, Gojo Satoru suddenly broke into a near-maniacal smile. His undisguised ecstasy left the two Calamity-level cursed spirits beside him stunned.

—Has this guy gone mad with fear?

But the next second, the two violent curses inexplicably froze just a step away from Gojo Satoru.

The more they pushed forward, the more terrifying the resistance they encountered became, as if they had plunged into a boundless, viscous abyss from which they could not escape.

In an instant, Zhong Su and Xiao Feng's expressions changed drastically, and an incredulous horror gripped them.

In other words—

Gojo Satoru's limitless technique actually recovered ahead of schedule despite the technique being in a state of meltdown!