The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

By the time Dongyang Ping took Hui home, it was completely dark.

Kana Huihui had just finished cooking, and Shen Er had just returned—everything was so coincidental, except that little devil Hui had already fallen asleep.

Dong Yangping declined the invitation to stay for dinner and hurriedly went to the base where Lu Suo was imprisoned.

Yuki Tsukumo was grilling meat there, and when she saw him come back, she waved the skewers in her hand.

"Want some or not?"

"I'm not eating," Dong Yangping said. "You eat first, I have something to do."

Jijiu raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong? Do you need any help?"

"I need to find someone, not for now, but I'll call you if I need to."

Seeing this, Yuki Kujuku stopped paying attention. She came to Dongyangping's place for barbecue almost every day, simply because this guy had so many fresh ingredients.

Dong Yangping walked into the laboratory and pushed open the specially made door.

Inside the electromagnetic cage, Lu Suo floats in the air, with a book suspended in front of him—"A Brief History of Time".

Lu Suo looked at it very carefully.

He didn't turn around when he heard the door open.

"What's up?"

"I have a question for you," Dong Yangping said, walking over. "How much do you know about cursed spirits?"

Lu Suo finally turned his head: "What do you mean?"

"There's a cursed spirit targeting Hu Zhangren," Dong Yangping said. "Its aura is very cold and evil. It's at least Level 1, possibly even Special Level."

Lu Suo remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he said.

"Describe his aura."

Dong Yangping closed his eyes, recalling the lingering traces of cursed power.

"Hatred. Fear. Resentment," he said. "Very intense. Like...like countless negative emotions coalescing together."

Lu Suo narrowed his eyes.

Is it possible that he was born from human hatred of other humans?

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"There are many kinds of cursed spirits," Lu Suo said. "Some are born from fear of nature, but most originate from negative human emotions, such as fear, guilt, and resentment..."

He paused.

"What you're talking about probably originated from human hatred towards other humans."

"That kind of cursed spirit is the most dangerous."

Dongyang Ping frowned.

Why?

"Because they evolve," Lu Suo said. "The more humans they come into contact with, the more negative emotions they absorb, the stronger they become. And—"

He paused for a moment.

"Moreover, their abilities are often related to 'change'."

Dong Yangping had some thoughts, and he decided to change.

He remembered the scratches.

I recall that chilling aura.

He thought of the thing that was awakening inside Kaori Itadori's body.

Do you know where he is?

Dongyang Ping stared at Lu Suo.

"How would I know? I haven't left since I came here."

Dong Yangping discovered through electromagnetic perception that Lu Suo was not lying, but he had already made it so obvious. Did Lu Suo not know the real person?

"By the way, what's the book you're reading about?"

Lu Suo glanced down at the book in his hand.

"A Brief History of Time. Written by Stephen Hawking."

"Is it pretty?"

"That's very interesting," Lu Suo said. "So the universe has a beginning and an end. So time can be curved and space can be folded."

"I've lived for a thousand years, and this is the first time I've ever learned this."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

"Take your time reading it. There's more to come. You can check out Prigogine's 'From Being to Evolution,' which has a revolutionary view of time."

"good!"

Dong Yangping frowned, pushed open the door, and went out.

……

For the next two days, Dong Yangping kept tracking that aura.

He was very indifferent and subtle.

But under his magnetic field perception, there was nowhere to hide.

From Saitama to Tokyo, from Tokyo to Kanagawa, from Kanagawa to Chiba.

The aura traveled eastward and eventually disappeared off the coast of Chiba Prefecture.

Dong Yangping stood on the beach, looking at the surging sea.

His perception extends to the maximum extent.

seabed.

sandy beach.

reef.

pier.

Then he discovered it.

In an abandoned dock warehouse, there was an extremely strong fluctuation of magical energy.

The fluctuation was exactly the same as the previous aura.

But it's stronger.

Even more evil.

Dong Yangping's lips curled up slightly.

found it.

Dock warehouse.

The night was deep, and moonlight shone through the dilapidated windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with a rotten smell.

Dongyang Ping pushed open the iron gate and went inside.

It was very dark inside.

But his eyes don't need light.

He saw a person standing in the center of the warehouse.

He is very tall, at least 1.8 meters.

Blue hair, pale skin, and a face covered with stitches, like a doll pieced together from different parts.

He was wearing a loose black shirt, barefoot, and standing amidst a pile of miscellaneous items.

He turned his head when he heard the door open.

There was no fear or surprise in those eyes.

Just curiosity.

"Who are you?"

The voice was very soft, with a slightly hoarse quality.

"Are you a sorcerer?" he asked. "No, you don't have any magical power. But the feeling you give me is... very strange."

He took a step closer.

"Who are you? What are you doing on my turf?"

Dong Yangping did not answer.

He just stared at that face, and a name flashed through his mind.

real person.

Special-grade cursed spirit.

An existence born from humanity's fear and hatred of other humanity.

In the original work, he is one of the most dangerous and insane cursed spirits.

His technique—the transformation of non-action—can directly touch the soul and change the form of the target.

In other words, anyone who touches him might turn into a monster.

"You know me?" The real person tilted their head. "Your eyes tell me you know me."

He smiled, a smile that was innocent and pure.

Yet it is also terrifying.

"Interesting. Very interesting."

He raised his hand.

That hand was long, pale, and covered with the same stitches as on her face.

Dong Yangping didn't answer; he just looked at him.

I sensed the cursed power emanating from him.

The power of the curse was stronger than expected.

Special grade.

It's definitely top-grade.

Fortunately, this special-grade is not very strong right now, and his abilities are also countered by him!

"Are you here to kill me?"

Dong Yangping, who originally wanted to take action immediately, started rambling on.

Dong Yangping: "What's your name?"

He tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"My name is Zhenren," he said. "It was a name given to me by my older sister."

"Where's that older sister?"

"He's dead," the real man said. "I killed him. He screamed terribly."

He smiled.

That smile was innocent and pure.

But there was no emotion in those eyes.

Dong Yangping was disgusted and regretted it. He should have acted immediately. But since he had already eaten the shit, he should at least ask what to watch out for first.

"Do you know Polygonum cuspidatum?" Dongyangping asked.

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"Polygonum cuspidatum kernel?"

"A burly man with pink hair!"

"Oh, that man."

Where is he?

The man looked at him and suddenly smiled: "You need to see him for something?"

Answer me.

The real person tilted their head: "Why should I tell you?"

Dong Yangping didn't speak, but raised his hand, and blue lightning danced at his fingertips.

The real person's eyes lit up.

"It's so beautiful," he said. "What is this?"

"electricity."

"Electricity?" The real person looked at the ball of blue light curiously. "Can I touch it?"

Dong Yangping did not answer; he simply withdrew the current from his body.

The real person sighed in disappointment.

"mean."

He jumped down from the pile of debris and landed on the ground.

Bare feet, stepping on the cold cement floor.

"That man came to me," he said, "asking me for help."

"Help with what?"

He said his wife was dead, but her body was still alive. He wanted to bring her back to life.

The real person smiled and said, "I told him I could do it."

Dong Yangping's pupils contracted slightly: "What did you do?"

"I created a new soul for her. Once that soul fully adapts to the body, the woman will wake up."

He paused, then continued, "It's like a jigsaw puzzle. The memories are in the brain, and I even helped her restore her body. It's really interesting, that woman's body—"

The man suddenly stopped and didn't continue speaking.

Dongyang Ping fell silent.

He recalled the faint fluctuation within Kaori Itadori's body.

That was a newborn soul.

"and then?"

"And then?" The real man tilted his head. "Then he left. He left with his wife."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know," the man said. "He didn't tell me."

Dong Yangping stared at him: "You're lying to me. You left traces in Hu Zhangren's house."

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"I don't."

"You have him." Dong Yangping took a step forward. "Where is he?"

The real person took a step back.

He looked at him, and the expression on his face changed.

From naivety to vigilance.

"You...are very strong."

Dong Yangping did not answer; he continued walking forward.

The real person continues to withdraw.

They retreated until they reached the wall, with nowhere left to go.

"Tell me," Dong Yangping said, "where is he?"

The real man looked at him and laughed; it was a ferocious laugh.

"Go find it yourself!"

"Let me see what you really are."

The real person took a step forward.

The speed is astonishing.

In an instant, it appeared in front of Dongyang, its hand aimed straight at his face.

Dong Yangping did not dodge.

He simply raised his hand and gently blocked it.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided.

The real person's expression changed.

He felt as if his hand had struck a steel plate.

No, it's harder than steel.

Moreover, a strange electric current emanated from the man's palm, causing his entire arm to go numb.

He quickly retreated, creating distance.

"you……"

He looked down at his hand, which was trembling slightly.

"How is this possible? Why haven't you changed? I clearly touched you!"

"You're not a sorcerer. But you're more troublesome than a sorcerer."

Dong Yangping looked at him: "That's it?"

The man paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "Interesting! Very interesting!"

He stretched his shoulders.

"That was just a test. Next—"

He charged forward again.

This time, he was more than twice as fast.

Fist, elbow, knee, leg—

A barrage of attacks poured forth.

Each strike carried terrifying magical power.

Every strike was aimed at a vital point.

But Dong Yangping stood still, without moving an inch.

He simply raised his hand, blocked, and deflected the force.

He easily deflected all those attacks.

"Too slow."

The real person's pupils contracted slightly.

He stopped attacking and took a few steps back.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

"Want to play?" he said. "I'll play with you."

He took a step forward.

This step seems slow.

But to the real person, it was incredibly fast.

Because he couldn't see how Dongyang Ping moved at all.

The next second, Dong Yangping appeared in front of him.

A punch landed squarely on his stomach.

"Bang--!"

The real person arched his body like a shrimp and flew backward.

It crashed through three walls behind it and finally got stuck in the fourth wall.

He struggled to his feet, clutching his stomach.

"So fast..." he murmured, "So strong..."

But he was not afraid.

Instead, his eyes shone with even greater excitement.

"Interesting! So interesting!"

He stood up and stretched his body.

Those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your strength, your speed, your skill—" he licked his lips, "it's all fantastic!"

He charged forward again.

This time, he was even faster.

So fast that it left no afterimage.

He roamed around Dongyangping frantically, attacking from all angles.

Dong Yangping remained standing in the same spot.

But this time, he started to move.

It's not defense.

It's a counterattack.

Between each real attack, his fist would appear in the most unexpected place.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

The real person's body was repeatedly knocked away, only to bounce back again and again.

His healing ability is very strong; any shattered parts can recover in a few seconds.

But his gaze grew increasingly serious.

Because he discovered that Dongyang Ping hadn't used any force at all.

The man acted as if he were playing with a child, relaxed and at ease.

Are you kidding me?

Dongyang Ping nodded.

"Um."

For the first time, anger appeared on the real person's face.

"you--!"

He took a deep breath.

Then, he closed his eyes.

The next second, the magical power in his body began to surge.

The stitches began to glow.

"Multiple Souls • Body Extraction"

His body began to deform.

Two arms turned into four.

Four became eight.

Each arm was covered with sharp bone spurs.

His body was also swelling, his muscles growing wildly, bursting through his clothes.

Originally 1.8 meters tall, he grew to 3 meters.

The whole person looked like a giant spider.

"How about this?"

He spoke, his voice becoming low and hoarse.

Dong Yangping looked at him.

"That's interesting."

The real person moved.

The simultaneous attack of all eight arms sealed off Dong Yangping's space to dodge.

Each strike was enough to shatter a building.

Dongyang Ping finally moved.

His body was contorted in an unbelievable way.

The attacks grazed his body but failed to hit him.

At the same time, his fist slammed into the real man's chest.

"Bang--!"

A huge hole exploded in the real person's chest, and blue liquid splattered everywhere.

But he did not back down.

His eight arms grabbed Dong Yangping from all directions.

"Got you!"

He laughed, a ferocious and insane laugh.

His palm was placed on Dong Yangping's body.

Transformation through non-action – initiation.

Then--

He was stunned.

Nothing happened.

He clearly touched Dong Yangping's body, but he couldn't sense his soul.

That body seemed empty.

No, it's not empty.

But -

His techniques simply don't reach that level.

"This...how is this possible?"

Dong Yangping looked down at him.

That look in his eyes was like he was looking at an insect.

"Have you touched enough?"

He raised his hand and grabbed one of the real man's arms.

A gentle pinch.

"Click."

That arm was broken.

The real person let out a scream.

He tried to break free, but found that Dong Yangping's hands were like iron clamps, and he couldn't break free at all.

"You... what exactly are you...?"

Dong Yangping did not answer.

He released his grip and took a step back.

"What other tricks do you have?"

The man slumped to the ground, staring at his severed arm.

That arm is slowly regenerating.

But his heart had already turned cold.

This man is simply beyond his ability to handle.

"I give up," he said.

Dongyang Ping raised an eyebrow.

"Admit defeat?"

"Hmm." The real person nodded. "If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. I may enjoy having fun, but I don't like courting death."

He stood up and dusted himself off.

Those severed arms have already grown new ones.

"Did you need something from me?"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

This top-tier spirit is indeed just as I remember—it can fight, it can withstand attacks, and it can learn quickly.

Moreover, he is very clear-headed.

If you can't win, admit defeat; don't fight head-on.

"A few days ago," Dong Yangping said, "did you go to a certain place?"

The real person tilted their head.

"Where?"

Dongyangping described the location of the Huzhang family.

The real person thought about it.

"Oh, that place." He nodded. "I've been there."

Dong Yangping's eyes changed.

"Did you see a man? Pink hair, very tall."

The man nodded.

"I saw him."

"How is he?"

The real person was silent for a few seconds, then revealed a strange smile:

"He's dead."

Dong Yangping's pupils contracted slightly.

"Dead?"