Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 82 Kam Tin Gyeong-ryong

After repeatedly chopping and cutting the real person into tiny pieces like mango chunks, Yuuji Itadori slowly recovered from the intense aftereffects of the soul fusion. The memories in his mind were dissipating and fading away like melting snow, each quietly disappearing fragment silently urging him, reminding him what he should do now.

He shook his head, looked at the real person in front of him who had been cut into countless pieces, and subconsciously asked, "Have you always been this weak, Real Person?"

Faced with Itachi's question—whether it was mockery or a genuine inquiry—the real man dared not and was unable to answer. If it weren't for the curse mark his master had inscribed on him to ensure he wouldn't die before his curse power was exhausted, he would have been cut to death long ago.

It can be said that when he faces Itadori now, it is as if Ryoumen Sukuna faced Nishikida Keiryu in the past.

No, he's not the same as Sukuna. Right now, he can't even muster any thoughts of resistance, let alone want to avenge himself and surpass his opponent. He just wants to escape, to escape far away and never come out again before Itadori Yuujin dies.

Seeing that the other party was not speaking, and still feeling a bit of a headache, Itadori Yuujin did not intend to respond. Just then, Fushiguro Megumi got up from the ground and broke free from the hypnosis of the demon Kijuro.

The moment he opened his eyes, before his vision could fully focus, he was seized by the horrific and bizarre scene before him.

A bus was cut in half, the break as smooth as a precisely cut mirror. The wreckage was scattered haphazardly on the road. The trees on both sides of the road had long since lost their branches and leaves, leaving only bare wooden stumps standing upright, the break smooth and clean, as if they had never had branches.

Looking up again, the distant mountains are even more alarming. The upper half of the mountain has been cut off, the cut is so straight it's chilling, without any abrupt undulations.

He was shocked. He suppressed his surging astonishment and stared intently. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

In a daze, he suddenly realized that all these traces could be connected to form a straight line.

The broken section of the bus, the top of the wooden stake, and the cross-section of the mountain were all precisely on the same horizontal line, as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly erased the upper part of the mountain along the same trajectory. It was eerie and chilling, and also exuded a suffocatingly powerful force.

He turned his head and was shocked to find that Hu Zhang was standing with his back to him, his body taut and straight, and the coldness around him was even greater than before, with an indescribable heaviness emanating from his shoulders.

In front of Tiger Stick, the originally flat and wide road had been cut into a neat grid pattern. Each cut was straight, clean, and of uniform depth, as if it had been cut by an invisible blade following a precise ruler. The lines were so clear that they were chilling.

Between the gaps in the grid, a figure lay—that person had also been cut evenly with the same force and the same pattern, the wound so smooth it was almost eerie, perfectly matching the grid pattern of the road.

The gruesome and eerie sight sent chills down his spine. He instinctively made a gesture to summon the Demon Void Demon before tentatively asking, "Tiger Staff?"

Tiger Staff turned around at the sound, holding the prison gate guard in his hand, his face calm.

Seeing that the other person's face did not have the markings that appeared when he was possessed by Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi calmed down, but his doubts only increased.

What exactly is going on?

Faced with his friend's doubts, Itari did not offer any help, but simply said, "Megumi, wait for me a moment, it will be ready soon."

After saying that, Tiger Rod picked up the Prison Gate, which he had cut into a Rubik's Cube-like shape, and used his senses to find the nodes of the cursed power within it, ultimately helping Locke to break free from the seal.

After being unsealed as a shadow clone, Locke's first instinct was to assess his surroundings. He paused, stunned by what he saw, before asking, "How long have I been sealed?"

"It seems like... sixty-eight years? No, it's only been a dozen minutes."

With a headache starting again, Huzhang rubbed his forehead, stopped worrying about it, and began to tell Locke what he still remembered.

"There's no time to explain, Brother Locke. The situation is very dangerous. The cursed spirits of Tokyo High School are very dangerous. They were created specifically to deal with Professor Gojo. You must tell the main body not to leave Professor Gojo there."

"Shibuya is a trap set for you by the Punisher and the Demon Lord—and Juro. You can't go. Let me go instead. Let me go."

Faced with the other party's ambiguous statement, Locke and Fushiguro Megumi were equally confused. However, upon seeing the marks left by the slashes around them, coupled with the tear stains on Itadori's face, he seemed to realize something and asked decisively, "You—are Itadori from the future?"

Upon hearing this, Itadori Yuuhito's eyes involuntarily welled up with bloody tears, and his body gradually became out of control, uttering words he never intended to say.

"Why, why could you sense it, brother? I hadn't even said anything yet."

After hearing what the other person said, Locke instantly understood everything. Filled with guilt, he hugged Wuzhang in his arms and comforted him, "I see. I'm sorry to have troubled you in the future. Don't worry, leave everything to me. I will definitely rewrite the future you have experienced."

Having said that, Itachi finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears, followed closely by Locke, who had canceled his shadow clone.

At the same time, Locke, who had originally planned to leave Mokuro and Gojo Satoru here while he continued on his way to Shibuya, received the memories from the shadow clone. His expression changed drastically, and he coldly said to the cursed spirits, "Didn't you want to see Nishikita Keiryu? As you wish, next—"

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"Change players."

Before they could even react, the spirits were freed from the overwhelming oppressive aura. Locke before them had transformed into an ordinary ronin, the oppressive aura vanished.

It's as if the other person isn't Nishikita Keiryu at all, but just an ordinary person cosplaying as a ronin.

"I'm not in a good mood right now, so I'll keep it short."

After drawing his sword from the shadows, Locke suppressed his anger and, with a mindset of not being out of character, earnestly said, "I have never been like Nara; I never underestimate any opponent, because I know that the existence of cursed spirits in this world has its own reasons."

After a slight pause, Jintian Jinglong slowly drew his sword. The setting sun shone obliquely, and the gleaming blade reflected the scattered rays of the sunset.

"But right now, tens of thousands of mortals are threatened by calamity, and I can no longer treat you as my 'opponent.' You are now, to me, one..."

"It's nothing more than a scourge that must be eradicated."

The moment the words were spoken, the light reflecting off the blade suddenly intensified, causing the eyes of the cursed spirits to ache and be unable to open. The next instant, a terrifying, destructive pressure exploded from Jin Tianjinglong's body.

The biting fear solidified into a frigid tide that froze everything, instantly engulfing the minds of all the cursed spirits, leaving them frozen in place, unable to react in the slightest.

In an instant, all the cursed spirits could see was Jin Tianjinglong's calm yet terrifying face.

Beneath that calm surface surged a terror as if the entire world were collapsing and crashing down upon them.

Only a clear, sharp sword cry remained between heaven and earth, and a fierce sword light that pierced the sky swept across all directions.

Jintian Jinglong appeared behind the group of motionless cursed spirits, slowly sheathing his sword. The crisp sound of the blades clashing together had barely faded when a gentle breeze swept through, and all the cursed spirits of the calamity turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.

When Zhou Lan opened her eyes again, the two had quietly met in the wilderness of the soul. Facing Zhou Lan, Lou Hu, who had been waiting there, had a rare change from his usual violent expression, and was more peaceful.

"How was it? Did you enjoy yourself?"

"The gap between us is too vast; we can't even force him to give it his all. But at least it made him take us seriously."

"That's enough. We'll settle things with him next time."

"Forget it, if he reappears, I will never return to this world."

"Haha, then let's go together, everyone—we'll meet again a hundred years from now."