Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 81 Next... Change of personnel

At that time, Shibuya was still immersed in an eerie, almost unreal, tranquil peace.

The warm sun gently spreads its rays over the towering buildings and deserted streets. The wind is as light as a thin veil, and the hustle and bustle of the city has all disappeared. There are few pedestrians and the traffic seems to be in a light slumber. The whole city is immersed in the unguarded tranquility of time.

At that time, Shibuya was still immersed in the most vibrant and ordinary everyday life.

Businessmen in sharp suits, briefcases in hand, hurry through the buildings, glancing at their watches every now and then; young men and women stroll leisurely in front of unique shops and trendy stores on street corners, their fingers tracing the shop windows as they chat and laugh in hushed tones.

The crowd at the subway entrance moved slowly, with commuters, students leaving school, and tourists dragging suitcases to check out the landmark. They joined the flow of people in twos and threes, and the sounds of footsteps, conversations, and convenience store doorbells blended into a gentle yet lively everyday hustle and bustle.

The warm glow of the setting sun softly spread across the intersection, and the wind carried the unique atmosphere of the city's everyday life; everything was as peaceful as countless ordinary days.

But at the very top of Shibuya, the demon lord Kijuro, dressed in a comical outfit, was chatting with Rōsō, who was sitting cross-legged beside him.

"This era is truly incredible. Although I have seen it countless times, every time I feel that only such a time is worthy of my rule."

After finishing the fingers that Lu Suo brought, Su Suo, who was leaning against the wall, touched his mouth and said, "Rule? You really are boring. But I'm still very curious, what do you plan to do with Nishikina Keiryu?"

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After being rebuked, the demon Onijuro lowered his hand and subconsciously looked at the eyeball in his palm. No matter how much cursed spirit blood he bathed in, the slash wound on it could not be healed.

He would be stabbed whenever he attempted to foresee the future of Nishimada Kageryu, regardless of the era.

"Hmph! Nishikita Keiryu, you tried to hinder me in my past life, and even after being resurrected, you still won't let me go. Since you insist on protecting these people, then I'll make things worse for you!"

Having said that, the demon Onijuro laughed loudly and said to Rosso beside him, "Come on, my servant, let Shibuya burn!!!"

While still pondering what Tianyuan had said earlier, Suo remained silent for a moment before setting out the conditions: "Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness, all filth and defilement shall be exorcised."

On the grounds of the Tokyo Academy of Spellcasting, Locke faced the Calamity Spellcaster directly, standing firm and unmoving. Behind him, the giant, sky-covering wings spread out, and a fierce and majestic aura swept out, suppressing all the surrounding spellcasters, freezing them in place, and preventing them from making the slightest move.

That innate aura of nemesis, merely spreading out, was enough to terrify all the cursed spirits; it was terrifying beyond measure.

Having never met Jintian Jinglong before, Zhou Lan's gaze fell heavily on Locke, and he asked in a deep voice, "You—are Jintian Jinglong?"

"Kishida Kyoryu? I could be him, yet I am not him. What, you really want to confront him?" Locke's tone was flippant, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Zhou Lan frowned slightly and pressed, "Why did you arrive so quickly? Where are the water clock and the flower jar?"

Faced with the questioning, Locke chuckled, his tone playful: "You mean those two? I saw through them a long time ago that they were just stalling for time, so I left a shadow clone to play with them. Judging by the time, it's time for this to end."

Before he could finish speaking, the memories of the shadow clone suddenly flooded into Locke's mind. The image of Louhu and Huayu being killed by Moxu Luo's sword was clearly imprinted in his consciousness.

He chuckled softly, his tone filled with coldness and mockery: "Ha, just as I expected. I must say, the way they looked before they died was truly—"

"Extremely ugly."

"You bastard human! I'm going to kill you!"

Faced with Locke's taunts, Zhong Su's reason vanished instantly, and Zhou Lan didn't even have time to stop him, only able to reach out and shout, "No!"

Before Locke could make a move, Mo Xuluo, who had just finished get off work, leaped out of the shadows and severed Zhong Su's right hand with a single sword strike.

Before Zhong Su could react, Zhou Lan immediately manipulated a gravity spell to pull Zhong Su back. Meanwhile, Mo Xu Luo, who had already become accustomed to having no limits, was no longer affected by gravity and thus failed to catch up and finish him off.

But soon, Locke showed a surprised expression, because he found that the other party was not dead. Instead, he used his magic power to restore his hand. This was Mo Xuluo's Demon-Slaying Sword, the only product that came close to Jin Tian Jinglong's spiritual power.

Zhong Su was also extremely frightened at this moment. If it weren't for the fact that they, as newly born natural calamity curse spirits, were naturally resistant to positive energy, he might have died just now.

Facing the former strongest and current strongest human, Zhou Lan knew all too well that they had no chance of even defeating the current incarnation of Jintian Jinglong, let alone with Gojo Satoru standing to the side.

What enraged him even more was that the delay that Louhu and Huayu had gained at the cost of their lives was not only worthless, but had also become a laughing stock for the other party to mock at will.

Even though he was filled with resentment, Zhou Lan could only suppress his anger, because he knew clearly that what he had to do was save everyone's lives, not let them lose their lives in vain.

So, after a moment of silence, he decisively chose to sell Suo ahead of time: "Hey, you humans over there, let me tell you something. There's a guy named Xia Youjie who helped us break your barrier spell. And now he's planning to go to the place where you humans gather the most, set up a trap, and threaten you with human lives."

Upon hearing the name "Natsuyu Kita," Gojo Satoru reacted almost instinctively, shouting in a voice filled with heart-wrenching disbelief: "Impossible—Kita is dead!"

Locke calmly raised his hand to stop him from losing control of his emotions, and explained in a calm tone, "I'm sorry, we were afraid you would do something impulsive, so Tianyuan and I kept it from you. Now Xia Youjie's body has been taken over by a spell called Lusuo, and we have been searching for his whereabouts."

The truth struck like a thunderbolt. Gojo Satoru's eyes widened in fury. He could not tolerate anyone desecrating Jack's remains, and he was filled with rage at Locke's deliberate concealment.

But he managed to suppress his surging emotions with great composure, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, suppressing his anger, "Old man, I'll settle this score with you later. Right now, someone needs to go to Shibuya for rescue. If the other side has already set up a trap, the safest way is for me to take you there with me. In other words—we can only let these guys go for now."

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Juran immediately said, "That's right. It's difficult for you to kill us all in the short term. How about we compromise? I won't stop you and I promise we'll never appear in front of you again. You can go to Shibuya to rescue people, how about that?"

Faced with this suggestion, Gojo Satoru's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to nod in agreement, his gaze swept towards Locke, only to see that the old man's face suddenly turned extremely gloomy, and he actually raised his hand to block him.

"That's right, given the current situation, I indeed cannot kill you all within a minute." Locke's tone was calm, but a terrifying ferocity surged in his eyes. "But what if it wasn't me who made the move?"

In an instant, alarm bells rang in the hearts of all the cursed spirits. The instinct for survival drove them to flee in panic. Their intuition as cursed spirits screamed wildly in their minds—run! Run!

Under Gojo Satoru's bewildered gaze, Locke's expression turned cold, and he spoke slowly and deliberately, "You wanted to see Nishikita Keiryu, didn't you? As you wish, now..."

"Change players."