The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"You know what, it's actually possible..."

Dongyang Ping's need for incantation power is not very strong now.

"Take your time. Even if you don't produce any research results, you'll still get paid. Don't worry."

Tsukumo Yuki looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You're a really strange person," she said. "You're the one being studied, yet you're comforting me."

"And you also found so many people to conduct research, and they all achieved results, but I didn't. I'm quite resentful."

"I'm used to it."

Dong Yangping stood up: "I've always been a bit strange. It's not a big deal if I'm studied a bit. As for whether it yields any results or not, it doesn't really matter."

He walked to the door, then turned back: "By the way, is tonight's operation ready?"

Ninety-nine Yuki's eyes lit up.

"Did you finally convince Mr. Shen?"

"It took more than a month of persuasion," Dong Yangping said, "and he finally agreed."

"We absolutely have to go!"

Yuki jumped up: "I've been wanting to see your actual combat capabilities for ages! No matter how impressive those stats are, they can't compare to real combat!"

night.

Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

A black minivan was parked in the shadows of a small alley.

Inside the car, the three people remained silent.

Shen Er leaned back in the driver's seat, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

Today he was wearing a black combat suit, close-fitting and sleek, without any unnecessary embellishments.

The scar on the right corner of his mouth was particularly noticeable in the dim light of the watch face.

In the back seat, Yuki Tsukumo was elegantly crossing her legs.

She had changed her outfit today—no longer the casual T-shirt and shorts, but a dark gray tactical uniform, with her golden ponytail tied tightly.

Dong Yangping sat next to her, looking out at the bustling streets through the car window.

He was dressed simply today—a plain black tracksuit and a pair of comfortable training shoes.

But in the darkness, a faint blue light flickered in his eyes.

That's a sign of overactive bioelectricity.

Over the past two months, he has become much more adept at controlling this power.

While I can't yet do things exactly as I please, I can at least control them as if they were my own limbs.

It won't be like when it first broke through, where it would be constantly flashing with lightning.

"The target is in Kabukicho." Yuki Tsukumo looked at the detector. "The concentration of cursed energy is continuously increasing; it should be at least level two."

"What type?" Dongyang Ping asked.

"It's not certain yet. But judging from the pattern of the curse's energy fluctuations, it leans towards a concentration of negative emotions. It could be related to resentment or fear."

Tsukumo Yuki raised her head and looked at Dong Yangping: "Are you sure you want to go yourself?"

Dong Yangping grinned, somewhat excitedly: "I'm sure, absolutely sure. I'm very interested in these things."

"Besides, it's only a level two. I thought I could find a top-tier one this time, and..."

"I have this." Dong Yangping raised his hand, a blue arc of electricity crackling at his fingertips. "You two are here too. If something happens to me, then your two employees are... hmph."

Yuki thought for a moment and nodded.

"Alright. Shen'er and I will take care of the guard duty and cleanup. You can go yourself."

She looked at the driver's seat: "Shen'er-kun, is everything alright?"

She then opened her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm just a driver anyway."

Tsukumo Yuki rolled her eyes.

Dong Yangping laughed. He had really come to this camp tonight aiming for the top rank, but after going around in circles, he ended up with a second-rank rank.

The three got out of the car and walked deeper into Kabukicho.

The nights in Kabukicho are as bustling as ever.

Neon lights flashed, crowds surged, and all sorts of sounds mingled together—the shouts of people trying to attract customers, the laughter of couples, the ramblings of drunkards, and the distant wail of police sirens.

But beneath this clamor, something else is stirring.

Those are things that ordinary people cannot see.

Curse power.

When Dongyang Ping put on the "Mirror of Manifestation," the world instantly changed.

Although you can sense it even without wearing it, it's not as clear as when you're wearing it.

Moreover, after more than two months of practice, his bioelectric perception has long been able to sense cursed spirits.

The crowds, the neon lights, the buildings—all were shrouded in a thin, grayish-white mist. It was the magical power emanating from ordinary people.

Further away, a thick mass of blackness was writhing.

Like a living shadow, it moved slowly through the crowd.

"I saw it," Dong Yangping said.

"What does it look like?" asked Yuki Tsukumo.

"A black mass. It has no fixed shape, like smoke, but thicker. Is it... inhaling something?"

"What are you inhaling?"

Dong Yangping squinted.

The black smoke was drawing something from a drunken middle-aged man—the gray mist emanating from him.

"It's absorbing the curse power," he said.

"As expected." Tsukumo Yuki nodded. "Level two and above cursed spirits all have a certain predatory instinct. They will actively seek out individuals with high concentrations of cursed power to absorb and grow."

"What will happen to that person?"

"You'll be weak for a while," Yuki Tsukumo said. "You'll recover after a few days of rest. But if you're exposed to it for a long time, it can cause mental instability or even death."

Dong Yangping looked at the middle-aged man who was still drinking.

He knows nothing.

I don't know what's watching me, and I don't know that my life force is being drained away little by little.

"I'll take care of it," Dong Yangping said.

He strode forward.

Shen Er and Jiujiu Yuki lagged a few steps behind, keeping their distance.

Dong Yangping walked through the crowd toward the cloud of black smoke.

His steps were slow, but steady.

People around him automatically made way for him—not because they saw him, but because of an instinctive fear. It was the invisible pressure emanating from an apex predator.

The cloud of black smoke seemed to sense something.

It stopped absorbing the middle-aged man's magical power and turned towards Dongyangping.

Dong Yangping couldn't see its "face" clearly, but he could feel it—it was looking at him.

Under review.

In judgment.

Then, it moved.

It didn't run away, it pounced.

The black smoke instantly expanded, transforming into a gigantic mouth that descended upon him.

Dong Yangping did not dodge.

He simply raised his right hand.

Blue arcs of electricity danced at his fingertips.

The next second—

"Crack!"

A blue bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips, piercing directly through the black smoke.

There was no loud noise, no explosion.

There was only a very faint sound, like a bubble bursting.

The black smoke instantly dissipated, turning into countless tiny fragments that disappeared into the air.

Dong Yangping was stunned.

That's it?

"sharp!"

Yuki Tsukumo strode over, her eyes gleaming: "One hit kill! It really worked! Those guys' research was right; anything with energy can't be evaded!"

But Yuki Tsukumo immediately realized, "But this doesn't make sense! I've tried using electricity to damage cursed spirits, but without the addition of cursed power, the damage from an electric current of this intensity is negligible!"

Dong Yangping: "I'm not quite sure either. According to those scientists, it seems to be a field confrontation, like poking a balloon with a needle."

He didn't quite understand either.

Dong Yangping looked at his hands.

The sensation of electric current breaking through the smoke was peculiar—like something being shattered.

"Is there any residue?" he asked.

Ninety-Nine Yuki scanned it with the detector.

"Yes," she said. "The total amount hasn't decreased, but it's no longer a cursed spirit; it's just pure, scattered cursed power..."

Dongyang Ping nodded, but his brows furrowed slightly.

That feeling just now...

As he was still pondering, suddenly—an unprecedentedly large cluster of bioelectricity was approaching.

Dong Yangping, as if facing a formidable enemy, cried out: "Everyone! We've got something big!"

"alert!"

It instantly vanished into the darkness.

Tsukumo Yuki's expression turned solemn, because she sensed a tremendous magical power!