The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"In any case, the first thing to do is to determine your place in the world's power structure."

Dong Yangping muttered to himself, "Indeed, it is the best reference point."

After all, in the original work, Fushiguro Jinji killed Gojo Satoru single-handedly. Although he used methods, the fact that he could kill him means that it was feasible.

Although the assassination attempt failed because the Tennis Mou (Tennis Hoko) was not used to finish the job, he was ultimately killed in retaliation.

But it also proves that as long as the physical body is strong enough, it is possible to kill a sorcerer with the help of cursed tools! Even the strongest sorcerer!

So we need to find a way to have a friendly exchange with Shen Er.

Although Shen'er is currently unable to take action due to his wife's constraints, Dong Yangping has a premonition that this calm will not last long.

The world of sorcery is full of surprises and dangers, and sooner or later something will force Shen to pick up his knife again.

Moreover, if I remember correctly, Shen'er's first wife died shortly after giving birth to their son.

She's already pregnant, which means she has at least ten months left...

By then...

A strange light flashed in Dong Yangping's eyes.

He continued to doodle and write on the paper, organizing his thoughts:

Objective: 1. Rent a place near Shen'er's house to observe, make contact, and look for a suitable opportunity to make a deal.

2. Try asking about the Zen temple family and see if you can get in touch with them and obtain the incantation tools.

Incantation tools are valuable items. In the original work, the glasses worn by Zenin Maki were an incantation tool that allowed her to see incantation power.

Fuheishen's weapons are almost entirely cursed artifacts, making him a veritable tycoon—the top-grade cursed artifacts Tianni Mou, Wanli Chain, Youyun, the Soul Release Blade, and the first-grade cursed artifact, the Cursed Blade Juesheng...

Cursed implements definitely need to be put on the agenda.

After all, Dong Yangping is still an ordinary person. If he wants to see curse power, see curse spirits, come into contact with curse spirits, or even kill curse spirits, he can only do so through curse tools.

Long-term goal: To acquire enough power to protect oneself and even change certain outcomes before the cycle of death begins.

Key objective: To attempt to acquire magical powers...

……

After writing all this, Dong Yangping looked at the densely packed words on the paper and suddenly smiled.

"Since I've already transmigrated, what's there to be afraid of in terms of hellish difficulty?"

Dong Yangping tore off the paper covered in writing, lit it with a lighter, and watched it turn to ashes in the ashtray. "At least, this world is interesting enough."

Interesting, and dangerous.

But that's precisely why it's worth living life to the fullest.

The next morning, Dongyang Ping got up early.

He stayed one night at a business hotel near the internet cafe, checked out at seven in the morning, and headed towards Shen'er's house with his simple luggage.

He stopped at a newly opened wagashi (Japanese sweets) shop on the way, thought for a moment, and went in to buy a box of reasonably priced premium yokan (sweet bean jelly).

This amount is appropriate as a small gift for a first visit.

At eight o'clock sharp, he knocked on the side door of Shen'er's house.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

Standing behind the door was not Shen Er, but Xiang Nai Hui Hui.

Today she was wearing a light pink maternity dress with a beige knitted cardigan over it, her hair was neatly combed back, and she had a gentle smile on her face.

Although he looked a little pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Good morning, Mr. Dong Yangping."

She bowed slightly: "Shen'er went to work the early shift at the convenience store and won't be back until nine o'clock. Your room has been cleaned, please come in."

Dong Yangping quickly returned the greeting: "Good morning, Madam. I apologize for disturbing you."

He handed over the yokan (sweet bean jelly) in his hand: "It's just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

"Oh, you're too kind."

Xiang Naihui accepted the gift, her smile becoming even more genuine. "Please come in, I'll make you some tea."

Dong Yangping followed her into the room.

It was similar to what I saw yesterday, but it had obviously been cleaned more carefully again—the edges of the tatami mats were spotless, the window glass was so shiny it reflected a person's image, and there was a small glass vase on the low table with a few fresh white daisies in it.

"Please have a seat, I'll go boil some water," Xiang Naihui said, turning to leave.

"No need to trouble yourself, Madam," Dong Yangping quickly said. "Please sit and rest, I can do it myself. Where is the kettle?"

Xiang Naihui was stunned, clearly not expecting the tenant to be so proactive.

She hesitated for a moment, then pointed towards the kitchen: "It's over there... but Shen'er said the kitchen can't..."

"I'm just boiling water, I don't know how to cook."

Dong Yangping smiled and said, "You're pregnant, you should rest more."

He spoke naturally and moved quickly, already finding the kettle and teacup.

Dong Yangping found it hard to believe that the seemingly healthy woman in front of him would die a year later.

Xiang Naihui definitely has health problems, and Dong Yangping senses the signs of illness through his extraordinary five senses.

This might also be a bargaining chip...

Xiang Naihui had no choice but to sit down at the low table and watch the burly man skillfully boil water, wash cups, and make tea.

"Mr. Dongyangping is so thoughtful," she said softly.

"Just call me Yangping." Dong Yangping placed the brewed tea in front of her, then poured himself a cup. "I have many brothers and sisters in my family, so I'm used to taking care of people."

Dong Yangping, although his surname is Dongyang, prefers to be called Yangping.

This is the truth.

Higashi Hei's family in Tokyo had more than a dozen siblings. Although he wasn't the eldest, his personality and strong physique often made him the one who mediated conflicts among his younger siblings and took care of their lives.

Xiang Naihui picked up her teacup and carefully blew on it: "Mr. Yangping's house must be very lively."

"It's gotten a bit too much."

Dong Yangping smiled wryly: "That's why I want to move out and live alone."

The two chatted casually.

Xiang Nai Hui Hui is a very good conversationalist. She is gentle but not shy, speaks appropriately, and makes people feel comfortable.

Dong Yangping deliberately toned down his overly sharp demeanor, behaving like an ordinary, somewhat strong young man.

After chatting for about twenty minutes, footsteps came from outside the door.

Shen Er pushed open the door and came in, carrying a supermarket plastic bag.

Seeing that Dong Yangping was already there, he nodded and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Shen'er." Dongyang Ping stood up.

Shen Er placed the plastic bag in the kitchen, walked over to his wife, and naturally reached out to touch her forehead: "How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine." Xiang Nai Hui Hui slapped his hand away, her face slightly flushed. "Don't do that, Mr. Yang Ping is watching."

Shen Er then turned to Dong Yangping, his tone returning to its usual calm: "Have you moved everything in?"

That's all.

Dong Yangping pointed to a suitcase and a long cloth bag in the corner—containing his knife—"The rest will be delivered this afternoon."

Shen Er glanced at the long cloth bag, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"By the way, Mr. Shen,"

Xiang Naihui took her husband's hand. "I've invited Mr. Yangping over for dinner tonight as a return gift. Would you like to go and buy some more ingredients later? I'd like to make braised beef and tempura."

Shendun paused for a moment, then looked at Dongyang Ping.

Dong Yangping immediately said, "If it's inconvenient..."

"That's convenient," Shen interrupted him, her tone flat. "Then six o'clock tonight. Huihui's cooking is excellent."

"Then I'll shamelessly bother you," Dong Yangping said with a smile.

And that was the end of it.

Dong Yangping began packing his luggage, while his wife pushed him out to continue shopping—according to Xiang Naihui, the ingredients for entertaining guests must be the freshest.

Around 10 a.m., a black sedan stopped outside Shen'er's house.

The driver, a middle-aged man in a formal suit, got out of the car and bowed respectfully to Dongyang Ping: "Young Master, everything you requested has been delivered."

Dongyangping nodded: "It's fine to move it to the room. Thank you for your hard work, Tanaka."

"Of course."

The driver, known as Tanaka, opened the trunk and began unloading items.

Several burly men got off the vehicle, carrying professional tools.

Shen Er stood at his own door, arms crossed, watching this scene unfold.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds on the specially made, noticeably thicker and heavier training protective gear, then swept over several long wooden crates—which undoubtedly contained weapons.

This guy named Dong Yangping is definitely not an ordinary person.

But Shen Er didn't ask any further questions.

Everyone has secrets, and he was no exception.

As long as the tenant doesn't threaten Huihui's safety or disturb their lives, they can even pretend they know nothing.

After the items were moved, Tanaka's driver bowed again and drove away.

Dong Yangping began to organize these items.

He placed the training protective gear on the bottom shelf of the closet, while several wooden crates were neatly stacked in the corner.

Finally, a metal box was opened, filled with various bottles and jars—protein powder, vitamin supplements, and specially made high-energy nutritional supplements.

Seeing these things, Shen'er finally spoke: "You've trained very fiercely?"

Dong Yangping was placing bottles of supplements on the bookshelf when he heard this and turned around: "My body needs them. My metabolic rate is more than five times that of an average person. Without supplements, I can't even maintain my daily activities."

5 times?

Shen Er's eyes flickered slightly.

His own metabolic rate is also much higher than that of ordinary people, but it is still not as high as that of Dong Yangping.

Basal metabolism is the minimum energy required by the human body to maintain the health of all organs.

Moreover, the human basal metabolic rate is far higher than that of other organisms of similar size...

5 times...

That's not just "can eat more than a normal person", it's practically a human melting pot.

"When did you start doing this?" Shen asked.

"It's been like this as long as I can remember," Dong Yangping said, half-truthfully. "Later I discovered that as long as I consume a lot of protein and high-energy foods, combined with high-intensity training, my body will keep getting stronger. So I've been training like this ever since."

He omitted the most crucial part—that there is no limit to how strong one can become.

For the past twenty years, his strength, speed, and endurance have steadily increased, and he has never encountered a so-called "bottleneck period".

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "Let's go for a walk after dinner tonight."

Dongyang Ping paused, looking at Shen Er.

Shen'er's expression remained calm, but there was something in his eyes—the scrutiny and probing look a predator has when it sees its own kind.

"OK."

Dong Yangping smiled, "I'm not familiar with this area, so I'll trouble you to lead the way, Mr. Shen'er."

The two exchanged a glance, and a tacit understanding was reached silently.

Kana Huihui peeked out from the main house: "Shen'er-kun, come and taste the soup to see if it's salty enough~"

"Here I am." Shen Er turned and left, giving Dong Yangping one last look before she left.

That look seemed to say: Don't let my wife find out.

Dong Yangping nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The door closed.

Dong Yangping was the only one left in the room.

He leaned against the wall and slowly exhaled.

"finally……"

He could sense that the sharp essence of "Heaven and Tyrant," which was shrouded in daily life, was gradually being revealed.

Strong individuals of the same kind are always interested in each other.

And the "scale" he had been waiting for for twenty years was about to come in handy.

At six o'clock in the evening, Dong Yangping knocked on the door of Shen'er's main house right on time.

The person who opened the door was Xiang Naihui, wearing an apron and a gentle smile: "Mr. Yangping, please come in. Oh, we have a guest!"

Shen Er came out from the inner room. He had changed out of the slightly faded clothes he wore during the day and was now wearing a dark blue loungewear set. He looked less sharp and more homely than usual.

"Sorry to bother you."

Dong Yangping walked into the house and handed over the red wine in his hand—it was a Cru Bourgeois from the Bordeaux region of France, which he had specially asked Tanaka's driver to deliver that afternoon. It wasn't too expensive, but it was respectable enough.

Xiang Naihui took the red wine, her eyes widening slightly: "This is too extravagant..."

"It goes perfectly with beef."

Dong Yangping smiled and said, "I don't know much about wine, the shop assistant recommended it."

"Thank you." Xiang Nai Hui Hui carefully placed the wine aside. "The food is ready, please have a seat."

The dining table wasn't large, but it was set up with great care.

A white tablecloth, simple ceramic tableware, a large pot of stewed beef in the center, surrounded by tempura platters, vegetable salad, miso soup and freshly cooked white rice.

It's a simple dish, but you can tell it was made with care.

The three sat down. Kana Huihui clasped her hands together: "I'm going to eat now."

"I'm going to start now," said Dongyang Ping and Shen Er at the same time.

The atmosphere at dinner was more harmonious than I had imagined.

Xiang Nai Hui Hui was good at guiding the conversation, chatting about lighthearted everyday things—when the cherry blossoms bloom in the nearby park, which day has the best supermarket discounts, and which clinic has a good doctor for prenatal checkups…

Dong Yangping responded cooperatively, occasionally sharing anecdotes about his family.

Shen Er doesn't talk much, but he will serve his wife food and soup when needed, his actions are natural and gentle.

Looking at Shen Er like this, Dongyang Ping felt a pang of emotion.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the "sorcerer killer" who was cold-blooded, crazy, and treated human life like dirt in the original work would have such a side?

It was Xiang Nai Huihui who changed him.

It was this gentle yet strong woman who, with love and tolerance, tamed a wounded wild beast into a man who knew how to protect his family.

However, Dong Yangping also noticed some details—Xiang Naihui's face was always a little pale, and she would occasionally frown slightly while eating, her hand unconsciously pressing on her lower abdomen.

Whenever this happens, Shen'er's gaze will immediately drift over, and although her expression remains unchanged, her body will lean forward slightly, as if she is ready to get up at any moment.

Also, during a break in the conversation, Dong Yangping glimpsed several empty painkiller boxes in the trash can in the corner of the living room.

It's a very common over-the-counter drug, but its presence in a pregnant woman's home always raises concerns.

"Your wife's cooking skills are really good."

Dong Yangping sincerely praised, "The cooking time for this stewed beef is absolutely perfect."

Xiang Naihui smiled happily: "I'm glad you like it. Actually, I didn't know how to cook before. I only started learning after I married Shen'er."

"She learns everything so quickly," Shen Er suddenly said, a hint of pride in her voice. "She surpassed me in just one month."

"That's because all you know how to do is grill meat and cook instant noodles, Shen'er-kun," Xiang Naihui teased.

Shen Er shrugged and did not refute.

As Dong Yangping watched this scene, something inside him was touched.

This is the happiness of ordinary people. Simple, warm, and real.

Such happiness is such a fragile thing in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Kana Huihui will die in a year. Although the reason is unknown, it will definitely be related to childbirth.

Furthermore, Dongyang Ping sensed illness in her, so...

Should we intervene?