The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"How could he be dead? With your pathetic skills, how could you possibly kill him?"

One in ten people in Dongyangping would not believe it.

The real person is indeed very strong, but whether it's techniques or domains, those are only relevant to others.

For a powerhouse like him and Huzhangren, a true immortal is still too weak.

No matter how strong the mechanism for transformation is, it's simply not enough to fight without contact with people.

For example, he used the force of magnetic fields to create a barrier several millimeters thick covering his body, so that no matter how a real person attacked him, they could not touch his body.

The so-called techniques are completely useless.

Huzhang Renke is not weak, and he must have similar methods. At the very least, he could use incantation to isolate him.

Even if caught off guard, Zhenren could not possibly kill Huzhangren!

The man immediately begged for mercy, because he had almost been strangled to death: "Stop, stop, stop, stop! Let me finish!"

"He's dead, but not completely dead; half of him is dead!"

Dong Yangping asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Dong Yangping's fingers tightened.

The real man's neck was being choked so hard it made a cracking sound, and his head, covered in stitches, turned bright red.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Zhenren frantically patted Dongyangping's hand. "I can't breathe!"

Dong Yangping did not let up.

Explain yourself.

"He...he did come to see me!" The real person's voice trailed off, "But not to fight! He came...to make a deal!"

Dong Yangping's fingers loosened slightly.

The real person took a few greedy breaths, then looked up at him, her eyes full of grievance.

"What's wrong with you? Always resorting to violence? I'm a top-tier cursed spirit, can't you show me some respect?"

Dong Yangping stared at him.

"explain."

The real person sighed.

"That man, his name is Khajiitsu, right? The one with pink hair, very strong, and doesn't look like someone to mess with?"

Dongyang Ping nodded.

"When he came to me, he was carrying a woman's body," the man said. "The body was tattered and torn, with stitches everywhere. But you could tell he had repaired it very well."

He paused.

He placed the body in front of me and asked, "Can you bring her back to life?"

"I find it very strange. I don't know where he got the information, but he actually found me and even knew I had this ability!"

"What's even stranger is that I can't beat him! His abilities are terrifying; they completely counter me!"

The man glanced at Dongyang Ping again, then shuddered. The man in front of him was truly formidable.

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

He remembered the basement, the body on the operating table, and the figure of Hu Zhangren sitting there all night.

"What was your answer?"

"I said yes—but there was no way. We couldn't win a fight, and we couldn't run away. Besides, the benefits he offered were very tempting."

"And for some reason, I'm happy to help him; after all, I've never met anyone like him before..."

Dong Yangping asked curiously, "What happened between you two? Tell me in detail!"

The real person looked at him, and his smile became somewhat eerie.

"The soul cannot be created out of thin air."

He raised his hand and pointed to his head.

"To bring a dead person back to life, you either need to find the scattered fragments of her soul, or—"

He paused.

"Finish it with another soul."

Dong Yangping's pupils contracted slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"It means—"

The real person said, "That woman's soul is completely gone. No, there is still a faint fragment that is almost imperceptible to ordinary people or any living being."

I searched the entire body and found only a few scattered fragments. Those fragments weren't even enough to piece together a complete soul, let alone form its core.

He tilted his head.

"Therefore, if we want to revive her, we must replenish her from elsewhere."

Dongyang Ping fell silent.

He had already guessed the answer.

"Did Kin-nin give his soul to her?"

The man nodded.

"Yes! They gave us a portion! More than half!"

Dongyang Ping loosened his grip, and Zhenren stood up, stretching his neck which had been throbbing painfully.

The real man had no intention of running away; he knew very well that he couldn't outrun them, and that running would mean certain death.

Dongyang Ping gestured for the master to continue.

Real person: "That man is a complete madman. Do you even know what it means to use your own soul to mend someone else's?"

Dong Yangping remained silent.

The real person continued.

"You can't just give someone a soul if you want to. You have to cut it open, tear off a part, and then use my abilities to stuff it into another person's body."

"No one can endure that process or that feeling."

His expression turned serious—a seriousness that appeared particularly eerie on his face covered in stitches.

"I've seen many people who say they're willing to die for others. But when the moment actually comes, nine and a half out of ten chicken out."

"That man didn't back down."

Dongyang Ping remained silent for a long time.

Then he asked.

"How is he?"

The real person thought about it.

"Well... he's dead, but not completely dead."

"What do you mean?"

"His body is still alive."

"But a large part of his soul is missing. Those missing parts, including his memories, his feelings, his feelings for his wife—all of them, along with that half of his soul, have been transferred to that woman."

He paused.

"Right now, he's probably... a strange empty shell."

"In more precise terms, as humans would say—he is now a completely new person."

Higashiyohei recalled what Itadori Yasuke had said—"Dad, Hisahito is entrusting this to you."

It turns out that he had already made up his mind back then.

I'll give anything to get her back.

Where is he?

The real person shook their head.

"I don't know. He left after he cut up the soul."

"Gone? Where to?"

"I don't know," the real person said. "When he left, he was completely dazed. The way he looked at me was like he was looking at a stranger."

He thought about it.

"He probably... doesn't even remember who I am anymore."

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

He looked at the real person.

There was no trace of lying on that face.

"How is that woman's soul now?"

The real person laughed.

"It's fine. He had already repaired that body quite well. I used that half of the soul, along with the tiny soul fragments I had collected, to reshape it into a completely new soul. After inserting it into the body, she began to nurture it on her own."

The real person pointed to his head.

"She will wake up once her body has completely merged with her soul."

"What will you remember?"

"I will remember a part of that man's memories."

The man paused for a moment, then said, "Maybe he won't remember anything, or maybe his personality will change drastically. It's all uncertain, and I don't know."

Dongyang Ping remained silent for a long time.

Then he asked, "What will happen to Polygonum cuspidatum's condition?"

The real person thought about it.

"I don't know, to be honest, this is the first time I've done something like this, and I have no idea what the consequences might be..."

"But one thing is certain: he will never be the same person he used to be."

The real person said, "The missing part of his soul is his core. The remaining half can probably only sustain the most basic survival."

"Maybe her personality will change drastically, she'll become a completely different person, not the same person at all."

He raised his head and looked at Dongyang Ping.

"You humans are really strange."

"What's strange about it?"

"To ruin yourself like that for another person," the real person said. "Was it worth it?"

Dong Yangping did not answer.

He remembered Shen'er, and those nights when he desperately took on assignments to save money for his child.

I think of Kanae, and her determination to give birth to Kanae despite the risk to her life.

I think of Dr. Hu Zhangren, and the way he knelt before that body, tears streaming down his face.

You wouldn't understand.

The real person tilted their head.

Why?

"Because you've never loved."

The real person paused for a moment, and his eyes gradually became strange.

Dongyang Ping didn't really understand either, but even if he hadn't eaten pork, hadn't he seen a pig run?

Dong Yangping completely let go.

The real person landed on the ground and rubbed his neck.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"Don't kill them for now."

The real person's eyes lit up.

"Can I leave now?"

"no."

The real person's face fell.

Why?

"You're still useful."

The real person sighed: "I knew it."

He sat on the ground, looking at Dongyang Ping.

"So what are you going to do with me?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"Come with me."

"Where to?"

"A place," Dong Yangping said, "where you'll have company."

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"Who?"

"A guy who has lived for over a thousand years."

The real person's eyes lit up.

"Has it lived for over a thousand years? That must be very interesting!"

Dong Yangping did not answer; he simply turned and walked away.

The real person quickly followed.

As for why he didn't run away or launch a sneak attack? He's not stupid. Against someone who can't even be transformed by inaction, against someone who can defeat him without using any spells, it's obvious he's no match.

……

By the time we got back to base, it was almost dawn.

Dongyang Ping pushed open the laboratory door and threw the real person inside.

Lu Suo was floating in the air reading a book when he heard the noise and looked up.

Then it saw the blue head.

"Another one caught?"

"Um."

The tassel floated over, curiously examining the real person.

The real person was also looking it over.

The two brains just stared at each other.

"Are you the one who has lived for over a thousand years?" the real person asked.

"You're the new guy?" Lu Suo asked in return.

"right."

"interesting."

The real person laughed.

"You're quite interesting too."

Lu Suo nodded.

"From now on, you'll live next to me."

The man looked at the electromagnetic cage, then at the books.

"Can I read these books?"

"casual."

A real person floated over and used their magical power to open a book.

A Brief History of Time.

The first page.

After looking at it for a while, the real person threw the book "A Brief History of Time" aside with a look of disgust.

"What is this thing? It's giving me a headache."

Lu Suo floated over, picked up the book, and used her magical power to pat the dust off the cover.

"This was written by Hawking. It talks about the origin and evolution of the universe."

"The universe?" The man tilted his head. "What's that?"

Lu Suo remained silent for a few seconds.

It looked at the real person, and a complex emotion flashed in its eyes, which were formed from cursed power.

"You don't know what the universe is?"

"I don't know," the real person said matter-of-factly. "I only know about humans, cursed spirits, fighting, and survival. I have no interest in anything else."

Lu Suo sighed.

"Then what is the meaning of your life?"

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"significance?"

It thought about it.

"It's meaningless. It's just about living, getting stronger, killing humans, and having fun." It laughed. "As long as it's fun, what's the point of having meaning?"

Lu Suo fell silent.

Looking at this new neighbor, it suddenly realized that it might have really been living in the wrong direction for the past thousand years.

It has always been in pursuit of meaning.

But this guy in front of me doesn't want anything, and doesn't pursue anything.

Just living, just playing.

But they live an easier life than that.

"You're quite interesting," Lu Suo said.

The real person grinned.

"You're quite interesting. You've lived for over a thousand years and you still read and study."

It drifted to the pile of books and casually flipped through them.

"What are all these?"

"Biology, physics, astronomy, philosophy..." Lu Suo introduced them one by one, "They are all about this world."

The real person grimaced.

"What's so interesting about the world? Isn't it just humans and cursed spirits killing each other?"

Lu Suo shook his head.

"more than."

"What else?"

The rope floated to the window and looked outside.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

The sky was blue, with a few white clouds drifting by.

"Look outside," it said.

The real person floated over and followed its gaze.

"What?"

"Those clouds," Lu Suo said, "do you know how they formed?"

The real person shook their head.

"Water vapor rises, condenses when it cools, turns into water droplets, and gathers together to form clouds," Lu Suo said. "It's a process. There's a cause, an effect, and a pattern."

The real person tilted their head.

"and then?"

"And then—" Lu Suo pointed to a more distant place, "those mountains, those trees, those houses, those people. Everything has its origin, its own rules."

It turned around and looked at the real person.

"This world is far more complex than you imagine."

The real person remained silent.

It looked out the window for a long time.

Then it said, "So what? What's the use of knowing all this?"

Lu Suo laughed.

"It's no use."

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"It didn't work?"

"Hmm." Lu Suo nodded. "Knowing these things won't make you stronger, won't let you kill more humans, and won't let you live a better life."

It paused.

"But it can make your world a little bigger."

The real person remained silent.

It looked out the window, at the clouds, the mountains, and things it had never noticed before.

After a long while, it said, "I want to see."

"What are you looking at?"

"Those books," the man said, "I want to see just how big this world really is."

Lu Suo laughed.

"Then let's see."

It floated back to the pile of books and pulled one out.

"Let's start with this one: *A Short History of Nearly Everything*. It's a bit simpler than *A Brief History of Time*."

The man took the book and turned to the first page.

First line of text:

"Welcome to the universe. You may be surprised, but everything here is prepared for you."

The real person was stunned.

It stared at that line of text for a long time.

Then it said, "This author is quite interesting."

Lu Suo nodded.

"Yes. His name is Bill Bryson. He's an interesting guy."

The real person continued to flip through the pages.

One page, two pages, three pages.

It looks very slowly.

Those words, those concepts, that knowledge it had never encountered before, flowed slowly into its consciousness like streams.

It suddenly realized that the world was much bigger than it had imagined.

It was so big that it was somewhat frightened.

But more than anything, it was curiosity.

Outside the laboratory, Dong Yangping was sitting in the courtyard deep in thought, while simultaneously sensing the complete envelopment of Lu Suo and the real person.

Dong Yangping curled his lip: "An old man and a little brat, they're putting on quite a show..."

Fine, just don't cause any trouble.

It's time to prepare for the next step.

Ninety-Nine Yuki was grilling meat nearby, and the aroma wafted everywhere.