The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"Where is the tenant, Mr. Shen?"

Xiang Naihui leaned against the wooden door, gently stroking her still-flat stomach with one hand, looking at her husband with a tender smile on her face.

When she turned around, the coldness and wariness she showed when facing strangers had vanished without a trace, replaced by a gentle expression that was almost unrecognizable to others.

He quickly walked back into the house and carefully supported his wife's arm.

"I've already gone back, I'll move here tomorrow."

Shen Er took the old envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket. "This is the rent he gave me, two hundred thousand yen."

Two hundred thousand?!

Xiang Naihui covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide: "So many? Did he rent them for many months?"

Shen Er shook his head: "Four months, 120,000. The rest is... he said it's a moving gift."

There was a barely perceptible hesitation in his voice when he said this.

He felt a little awkward about concealing the fact that the 80,000 yen was originally a "sparring deposit".

But remembering his wife's strict instructions forbidding him from fighting with others, and knowing that she was pregnant and needed to rest and recuperate, he ultimately chose the simplest approach—not to mention that part.

Xiang Naihui took the envelope and carefully counted the bills; there were indeed exactly twenty 10,000-yuan notes.

A complex expression of both joy and distress appeared on her face.

"What a generous gentleman... but how should we reciprocate such a generous gift?"

Her slender fingers gently traced the edge of the envelope, her brow furrowing slightly. "According to custom, we should at least reciprocate with a gift worth one-third of the original value, but 30,000 yen..."

She subconsciously calculated the household expenses.

This month's utility bills, prenatal checkup fees, and I also need to set aside living expenses for next month...

Shen Er felt a pang of anxiety when he saw the troubled look on his wife's face.

He stepped forward and gently embraced her, his large hands stroking her soft hair.

"Don't worry, Huihui."

His voice was deep and gentle: "I'll think of a way."

Xiang Naihui leaned against his strong chest, feeling his reassuring body temperature and heartbeat, and the worry on her face gradually faded away.

Suddenly, she thought of something, looked up, and her eyes sparkled with a lively light.

"I've got it! How about we invite our tenant over for dinner tomorrow? I'll cook a few of my signature dishes. That way, we can express our gratitude without seeming too formal."

She paused, then added, "I'll also prepare some homemade pickles and snacks as gifts, which should be enough for the return gifts."

Shen Er looked down at his wife's expectant eyes, and the light in them made it impossible for him to refuse.

He nodded, his voice even gentler: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

A beautiful smile bloomed on Xiang Naihui's face, but the next second, the smile froze slightly.

She quickly lowered her head to hide her sudden pallor.

"Then, Mr. Shen, go and prepare the ingredients for tomorrow."

Her voice was still soft, but a little faster than before: "You don't have to work the night shift at the convenience store tonight. I'll cook at home, let's celebrate!"

She had no doubts and gently replied "okay," then opened her arms.

He turned and walked towards the entrance, preparing to go to the nearby supermarket to buy supplies—he needed to entertain guests, and the stock at home was definitely not enough, especially meat, since that guy named Dong Yangping looked like he had a big appetite.

Just as Shen Er turned his back, Xiang Nai Hui Hui bit her lower lip sharply, clutched her lower abdomen tightly with one hand, and beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She took two deep breaths, forced herself to stand up straight, and waited for the sudden, sharp pain to subside.

A few seconds later, the pain slowly subsided.

She loosened her clenched fist, revealing deep marks on her palm from her fingernails.

"It's fine……"

She whispered to herself, forcing a pale smile, "It's just a normal reaction in early pregnancy. I can't tell Shen'erjun, he'll worry..."

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness and determination.

At the same time, in a private room of an internet cafe in Saitama Prefecture.

Higashi Yohei had no intention of returning to Tokyo.

He made a phone call to his housekeeper and gave him a few brief instructions—to have his custom-made training gear, several privately owned knives, and some frequently worn clothing delivered to this address in Saitama Prefecture the next day.

On the other end of the phone, the old butler hesitated, then said, "Young Master Yangping, what about the master...?"

"I will explain to my father personally." Dong Yangping interrupted him, his tone calm but unquestionable. "Just do as I say."

After hanging up the phone, he went into the internet cafe and booked a private booth with a door.

After asking the waiter for paper and pen, he skillfully turned on the computer and his fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard.

After a series of complicated operations, he bypassed multiple layers of proxies, entered several rounds of dynamic passwords, and finally entered a dark web platform with an extremely simple interface.

The website background is completely black, with only white text and a few function buttons, without any icons or decorations.

Dong Yangping logged into an account with the code name "P", opened the private message interface, and found a contact with the code name "O".

【P】：Task update.

【P】: The mission to find Baki Hanma, Yujiro Hanma, Ohma Tokita, Gensai Kuroki, Kano Aki, Musashi Miyamoto, etc., is cancelled.

He listed more than a dozen names, all of which were protagonists or important characters from Japanese-themed comics or anime in his past life memories.

For the past twenty years, Dong Yangping has been unsure which world he has traveled to.

Therefore, through this private intelligence network, they simultaneously issued missions to find multiple "fictional characters that are suspected to exist in reality".

Unfortunately, we couldn't find a single one.

For a moment, Dong Yangping thought this was the real world, but the real world was clearly not as technologically advanced...

Dong Yangping's family is no longer an ordinary family; he comes into contact with many things, including items far beyond the reach of this era...

Now that the existence of Fuheshner has been confirmed, the basic framework of this world is clear.

This is the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

The characters from other fighting manga are most likely nonexistent, or at least not part of the main world-building.

It's unclear whether this is the official world of Jujutsu Kaisen or some fan-made setting. After all, given its popularity, fan-made works might not be any worse than the official original...

A few seconds later, the other party replied.

【O】：Received.

【O】: The task status has been updated to "Terminated".

【O】：30% of the prepaid balance will be deducted as a penalty for breach of contract, and the remaining amount will be returned to the designated account within 24 hours.

【O】: Do you need to explain why?

【P】：Not required.

[P]: New mission issued: Gather all available information about the Gojo family, the Zenin family, the Kamo family, and the Jujutsu Higher Specialized School. Priority: Highest.

[P]: Important Notes: This must be kept secret and must not attract the attention of any party. There is no upper limit to the budget.

【O】: Received. Mission created, ID T-7793. Initial intelligence expected to be submitted within 72 hours.

Special reminder: This type of investigation involving "underworld" forces has a risk level of A+. If the anti-tracking mechanism is triggered, the service will be automatically terminated and the fees already paid will not be refunded.

[P]: Understood. Begin execution.

After closing the webpage and clearing all browsing history and cache, Dongyang Ping leaned back in the slightly worn chair in the internet cafe and let out a long breath.

Knowing which world this is makes things much easier—or rather, much worse.

During the fifteen-minute walk from Shen'er's house to this internet cafe, Dong Yangping's brain was constantly working at high speed.

Fragments of memories from his past life were pieced together and sorted out little by little, and the scattered information about Jujutsu Kaisen gradually connected into a clear clue.