Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 83 Su Nuo, I've come to find you.

The moment Lu Suo set up the barrier, the entire city of Tokyo, centered on Shibuya, was completely enveloped by a giant tent with a radius of ten kilometers. Such a horrifying anomaly was something that even the country's speechless government would have to respond to quickly.

Someone frantically pounded on the invisible barrier before them, their palms turning red, screaming hysterically, "Why can't we get out? What is that?! What is this invisible wall?!"

The crowd jostled and pushed, some stumbled and fell, then frantically got up, pointing to the sky and shouting in terror, "Is it an alien invasion?"

Why are we locked up here?! Is this the work of monsters like Brainiac?!

Amid the chaos, a voice suddenly rang out. Someone gripped the arm of a passerby tightly, shouting in a trembling voice, "Wait! Did you hear that? Nishikita Kojuro Keiryu! If we find him, we can get out of here!"

"Kishida Kojuro Keiryu! Please come and save us!!" Someone collapsed to the ground, covering their face and crying out in despair, their voice hoarse and cracking.

More people, driven by panic, roared and pointed frantically in all directions, searching frantically: "It's that bastard—Kageryu Nishikita Kojuro! Find him for me!"

"Where is Nishiki-da Kojuro Keiryu?!" Someone stamped their foot impatiently, while Ziguang glanced frantically at the surging crowd.

Some, bewildered, were squeezed in the middle, muttering helplessly, "Who exactly is Nishikita Kojuro Keiryu?"

"Kishita Kojuro Keiryu, come here quickly!" Desperate cries rose and fell, echoing in panic within the deathly silence of the barrier.

On the rooftop of Shibuya's tallest building, Rosso leaned on the railing, overlooking the entire city imprisoned by the barrier below. He looked up at the demon lord Onijuro beside him and asked in a calm tone, "Why don't we use these mortals as hostages to restrain Nishikita Kageryu and prevent him from fighting at full strength?"

Such a naive argument actually made the demon Onijuro chuckle. Once the laughter subsided, he slowly explained, "The method you suggested is far too low-level. Besides, you want to provoke him? That's the most pointless approach."

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Lu Suo raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice trailing off with a playful yet questioning tone: "Oh?"

The demon king Onijuro never hesitates to praise his perceived nemesis. This is not only to elevate his opponent but also to indirectly elevate himself. Moreover, what he says is the absolute truth.

"Although Jintian Jinglong is bound by those foolish moral principles, he is by no means a rigid and inflexible person. Once he decides that saving a few people will lead to the deaths of many more, he will make the most rational choice without hesitation."

"Moreover, if you completely enrage him, you will only force him to unleash even greater power to fight against you. This approach will not only fail to restrain him, but will also backfire and force him to retaliate with all his might. It is simply foolish."

Upon hearing this, Lu Suo's eyes flickered slightly, and he softly asked, "You mean, Jin Tian Jinglong has not yet regained all his power?"

"All your power? Hahaha, don't make me laugh." The demon Onijuro sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt, his tone laced with mockery.

"His current strength is not even half of what it was at its peak."

"—Not even half?"

Lu Suo's voice suddenly trembled, his pupils contracted sharply, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. His usual composure shattered completely, leaving only disbelief and astonishment.

A murmur churned within my heart, mixed with indescribable apprehension and bewilderment, and an irrepressible flutter of excitement.

If he is already this powerful with less than half the strength of his peak, how much more awe-inspiring would Jintian Jinglong be if he unleashed his full power? At this moment, the astonishment in Fa Suo's heart gradually faded, replaced by an almost devout sense of awe.

The image of Jintian Jinglong unconsciously occupied her entire mind; her head was filled with this terrifyingly powerful figure.

And yet, he's a guy who's irresistibly captivating.

At the same time, a seed quietly took root and sprouted in his heart. It was a seed that yearned to see the full strength of Jintian Jinglong and witness his peak performance, a seed that could never be erased.

"Then why are you doing all this? Are you going to use some kind of ritual to make me stronger?"

The two Su Nuo, who had been silently leaning against the wall behind them, still maintained their posture of embracing each other, their broad shoulders slightly hunched, their eyebrows raised with a hint of arrogant coldness, and their tone filled with undisguised impatience as they posed their questions.

Although he now possesses eighteen fingers, and even with just the power of ten fingers, he has already far surpassed his former prime, he knows better than anyone else that there is still an insurmountable gap between him and Jintian Jinglong.

Whenever the image of Jintian Jinglong's face, which resembled an angry Vajra and exuded an overwhelming sense of destruction, flashes through my mind, a sharp pain pierces my heart. It is the humiliation of a strong person being completely crushed, and the unwillingness of being powerless to resist.

With their current strength, they dare to dream of defeating him? That's utterly absurd.

"Of course not."

The demon lord, Onijuro, slowly turned around, a confident calculation hidden in his eyes. A cold smile curved his lips as he slowly revealed his entire plan, word by word: "With so many hostages in our hands, there is only one thing we need to do: force Nishikita Keiryu to sign a restraint, a restraint sufficient to limit his own power. As long as we can suppress 90% of his power, even if it's just you, we will have a chance to contend with him."

"Us? And what about you?"

"Of course I'm going to do something big." With that, the demon Onijuro took out the "Taiping Fengtu Ji," a counterfeit that had been turned into a cursed artifact, now radiating an ominous power.

"I will use the power of this fake to summon back those who were defeated and sealed by Jintian Jinglong."

"Then why didn't you bring those guys over beforehand?"

"Because this would cause a huge commotion, I had to make sure you could hold off Jin Tianjinglong before I did this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon Onijuro saw Sukuna's disdainful expression and sneered, "What, scared?"

"Hmph, you think I'm afraid? Let him come. Even if he only trades half his strength, I can still defeat him!"

Seeing Su Nuo speaking the most cowardly words in the most hateful tone, the demon Onijuro was instantly relieved and put the "Taiping Fengtu Ji" back.

"In that case, I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, the demon Onijuro flew away in a strange manner, leaving only Sukuna and Rosso behind.

Meanwhile, at the outermost edge of the barrier, Assistant Supervisor Akira Nitta anxiously called the Jujutsu Directorate to confirm the relevant information about the account.

"The barrier doesn't exclude sorcerers, but ordinary people can't freely enter or leave, and there's no phone signal. Everyone inside is saying to send Jintian Jinglong over!"

"Kumita Kyungryū? The reincarnation of that person?"

"Yes, to be precise, it's Nosaka Locke."

"Damn it, he's dealing with the invasion of Kyoto Higher Education."

"What about Gojo Satoru?"

"Gojo Satoru is also defending Tokyo High School against the invasion of a special-grade cursed spirit! Moreover, a mountain near Tokyo has been cut in half, and students from both schools have gone missing in that area. Mr. Nanami has already gone to rescue the students."

"Damn it! Who can we rely on now—"

Nitta Akira bit her upper lip so hard that her lower lip was almost marked with red welts. Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning white. She stood there helplessly, her breathing becoming somewhat labored, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Just then, a familiar figure quietly appeared in front of her.

"Itadori-kun?!"

When he saw the expression on the man's face, Akira Nitta's heart sank, and a sense of uncertainty crept into his mind.

The once cheerful and lively student, whose eyes always shone with a gentle light and whose smile was always warm, now had an unyielding sadness in her eyes. Her vivacity had completely faded, replaced by an almost numb indifference. That unfamiliar expression made her heart clench.

Why? Why would Itadori, who is usually so carefree, look like that?

Yuujin Itadori ignored Akira Nitta, instead looking up at the barrier before him and slowly saying, "Sukuna—"

I've come to find you.

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